My New World with Mom

I live in a small to medium-sized city. My family's economic situation is average, and my mother didn't have the means to make me extravagant. A recent graduate like me should be working hard to find a job and build my own future. However, my reclusive lifestyle during my school years made it difficult for me to integrate into society after graduation. Although I'm very quick-witted, I always seem a bit dull and naive to outsiders. I also maintain my typical reclusive style, knowing island war movies and comics like the back of my hand. Since graduating from junior high school, a daily masturbation session has been a must.

As I mentioned, my mother didn't have the means to make me extravagant. My parents divorced when I was very young, and I lived with my mother. My mother is a very independent and strong-willed woman. I run a small business, and after paying for living expenses, I still have a small amount left to meet my daily needs. During my student years, expenses were relatively low. My mother is 48 this year, 169 cm tall, neither too thin nor too plump. Her buttocks are the part of her body that fascinates me most; they're plump but not loose, and look very round. My mother's face is very youthful and charming, but due to my long-term masturbation, she looks older now; at 24, she looks like she's in her late twenties. My mother's friends often joke that we're like siblings, and some of the more lewd ones even joke, "Do you secretly absorb your son's essence every night?" My mother is very open-minded and doesn't get angry, but she also doesn't seem shy or embarrassed.

My mother met my stepfather when I was in the second year of junior high school. He was eleven years younger than her, a long-haired man who looked very free and easy. Initially, he was an employee of a state-owned enterprise. Later, he was laid off due to layoffs. Since my mother was a strong, independent woman and didn't need him to worry about finances, and she looked very young, appearing to be the same age as him, they got married less than six months after meeting. At the time, I disliked this man from the bottom of my heart. He had no source of income and was completely obedient to my mother. I felt that it was a waste for a man to live like him. (There might have been a little jealousy involved at the time; after living with my mother for so many years, suddenly another man appeared, taking away half of her love. Because I didn't have an Oedipus complex back then.) This mindset has led me to call him "uncle" to this day, never "Dad." And his attitude towards me is just for show, merely superficial. Perhaps appearances reflect one's mindset; my mother, nearing 50, looks young, is very energetic and open-minded, and after they got married, they often went out to play and seek excitement at night.

My Oedipus complex started near graduation from university. At that time, I didn't really like watching adult videos featuring older women. But my computer would inexplicably display videos of women in their forties and fifties. This puzzled me greatly, and I even thought it was a virus downloaded from a certain app. One night, I got up in the middle of the night to drink water, and the mystery was solved. I was feeling quite groggy because I woke up in the middle of the night. As I walked towards my room, I heard moaning sounds. I initially thought I was hallucinating from excessive masturbation, and stood there for a while. After calming down, I realized someone was watching my porn in the study.

This thought made my heart skip a beat. At that time, my mother was irreplaceable; I thought she was the most sacred person in the world. I was terrified that she would find out I was watching porn and discover my shameful side. With a heavy heart, I walked to the study door, and through the crack in the door, I let out a long sigh of relief. It was my uncle. Humph! Back in my room, I couldn't sleep. Back in middle school, my parents had a very good relationship. Sometimes I'd eavesdrop and hear my mother's soft moans and the thuds of her hitting the bed with her movements. Now, why would my uncle get up in the middle of the night to watch porn?

Deep down, I knew that men at home couldn't compare to those outside. And the ones he watched were those "strange" old women movies that appeared on my computer—that's probably why he married my mother. Thinking about it, I drifted off to sleep, completely unaware of the reaction in my groin when I thought about my mother and uncle having sex…

The next morning, they were both out running errands. I opened my computer and checked the files in the Start menu; there were recently opened programs. I don't know why, but I just wanted to experience how my uncle felt watching this. The film depicted incest between a mother and son in an island nation. I didn't like these older women at first, but as I watched, I thought about how my mother's sex life might be incompatible, and how my uncle might no longer satisfy her. I also thought of my mother's moans, and my hand involuntarily moved downwards. When I saw the characters in the film, I automatically projected my image of my mother onto them. When the woman screamed and climaxed, I climaxed too. Watching that woman felt like my mother was beneath me, moaning as I thrust into her, my semen gushing out. The feeling was so wonderful that I slowly closed my eyes, savoring the sensation. This moment of self-indulgence made me addicted to this feeling, and my "love" for my mother silently began to change.

I had a girlfriend once; she wasn't a virgin, and we slept together after knowing each other for three days. It felt great; she was very proactive. But because of her, I learned that because I have a long foreskin, the sensation during penetration isn't very strong. After we broke up, I suggested to my mom that I get a circumcision. My mom agreed because everyone says that men with a long foreskin are prone to erectile dysfunction as they get older, and my mom is very concerned about my future sex life. Thinking about this, I got an erection again.

I went to the hospital, paid the surgery fee, and was ready to have the procedure done immediately. But the doctor said I needed to have my foreskin shaved first, which basically means shaving off the hair around my penis. He told me to go to a dark room, and after a few minutes, my mom came in carrying a tray with a small knife, gauze, and disinfectant. I thought Mom would give me the plate and leave, but she said something that shocked me.

"Hurry up and take off your pants."

"Huh?" I was stunned.

"Hurry up, the doctor is waiting for you."

"Okay." I nodded mechanically. She unzipped my pants, revealing my penis. Mom wasn't as shy as some people describe; maybe she just thought her son was a piece of her own flesh, what hadn't she seen? But she completely overlooked one thing: I was an adult. I squeezed my own penis. Because of nervousness, it was shrunk small, and Mom shaved the pubic hair around it. Some places even bled!

"Ouch, you're bleeding! Be careful, or I can do it myself." Seeing myself bleeding, all the erotic thoughts in my mind vanished.

"Everyone's waiting for you. Did you think you were getting a haircut and getting a makeover?" she said, lightly patting my penis with both hands. Perhaps my mother is more playful and open-minded; she didn't think it was a big deal for a mother to pat her son's penis. But this pat was too much for me. My initial tension had been dispelled by the playful banter, and her light pat immediately aroused me. My penis stood erect, and my hand, which had been pinching the foreskin, now gripped it from behind. My mother was momentarily at a loss. She tried to appear calm, saying, "Don't do that during the surgery, or the doctor will have to cut it off." I didn't hear a word she said; my eyes were fixed on her lips, which looked incredibly sexy after applying lipstick.

My sex drive is extremely high, and impulsively, I took a step forward. My mother probably saw my expression; she was startled, paused for a second, put the scalpel on the plate, stood up, and said, "Do it yourself, hurry up," before leaving. My mother's reaction made me feel guilty and frustrated; I felt utterly worthless, and my erection went limp. After shaving myself, I went straight to the doctor, probably feeling awkward seeing my mother. The surgery was simple, local anesthesia, and it was over in an hour.

The doctor told me the stitches would fall out on their own in about seven days, and I couldn't shower for two weeks. I staggered home. During this time, a terrifying thought lingered in my mind: I wanted to have sex with my mother! So these past few days I've been preparing, reading incest novels, watching incest movies, and reading incest comics online. I'm doing my homework. I read in a novel that mothers who are more open-minded generally don't care about incest between mother and son.

Because the son is their own, they can accept it as long as it's not told out loud. Even if the son rapes the mother, the mother won't tell out of love for her son and will silently endure it. Because I haven't experienced it myself, I believed it. I saw an article about secretly probing my mother's feelings using QQ, and I had a good idea. Because I registered my mother's QQ account, I know her account and password. My mother usually loves to chat; she often sits on the sofa after dinner and talks on her phone for hours.

Hehe, I secretly logged into my mom's QQ account and looked at her recent contacts, checking her chat history one by one to see if there were any signs that she liked chatting with young people. What I found really shocked me! My mom's chat history was full of risqué jokes. For example, if someone asked, "Little baby, how many times do you do it tonight?" my mom would reply, "You're never satisfied." But I also noticed something else: although my mom's words were quite suggestive, she would directly refuse any invitations from her online friends to go out for dinner or karaoke. It seems my mom's sex life with my uncle is incompatible, and she's seeking emotional satisfaction online. This news, coupled with the "guidance" from incest novels, boosted my confidence. That evening, my mother was chatting in the living room, and I sent her a message.

"Mom, what's up?" I was a little nervous.

"Come over here, it's obviously not good news." =. =

Uh, no one knows a child better than their mother.

"Let's talk about it here, I can't say it to you in front of you." My face actually turned red when we got to the point.

"What is it? Why are you being so mysterious? Tell me the good news, keep the bad news to yourself." My mother is really cute, at least that's what I think.

"Mom, this is good for you!"

"Good for me? Giving me some money is the best benefit!" =. = Mom, you're so materialistic. Are you a 90s kid?

"Um, how long has it been since you two did it? He's living elsewhere now. How often does he come back to do it with you?" (My uncle went to work for his brother-in-law; he runs a business in another city.)

After a half-minute silence, my mother's tone was cold. "Why are you asking this? What's it to you?" I suddenly felt a sense of retreat. But thinking about my mother's chat history, I became bolder.

"I know my uncle is different now than he was two years ago. He doesn't touch you much anymore, right?" I continued when there was no response.

"I checked your chat history on QQ this morning. Why were you talking about those things with strangers? Don't you know it hurts me? You've shattered my impression of you." I became somewhat hysterical.

"What image do I have in your heart? Does my image allow you to say such things to me?" My mother's words were sharp, leaving me speechless.

"Mom, you are the most beautiful in my heart. You are the person I love most. I know my uncle doesn't care about you anymore, I know you need things, and he's away from home for long periods now. I can meet your needs! Really," I said from the bottom of my heart. About a minute later, Mom went offline. Then I heard footsteps coming from the study and into her room. At this moment, I was actually a little angry because I read online that if a mother loves her child, she will basically agree to anything. These novels have really ruined me. Driven by my mood, I suddenly stood up and went to my mother's bedroom. My mother was a little startled by me, looking at me like I was a stranger. I said, "Don't you love me?" My mother paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts, before answering,

"Do you even know what love is?" Why do my mother's words always leave me speechless? My reasons, my courage, my thoughts—all of them have turned into a jumbled mess. My mother continued, "Do you know what you're doing? Do you know the consequences of this? I can't believe you're over 20 and still think like a child! Spend less time online. Let me tell you, if I didn't love you, your father would be next to you right now. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't have waited until you were old enough to remarry. I love you, that's why I can't do this kind of thing with you!"

I was stunned. Why? It turns out my mother wasn't disgusted by me or by our sex life. She was afraid of hurting me. Thinking of this, my blood rushed to my head, and disregarding my recently circumcised penis, I pounced on my mother. My mother hadn't expected her words to be misunderstood like this. She hesitated for a moment, then began to resist. I pinned her arms down with my hands and pressed my legs against her lower body. I kept kissing her neck, and my mother resisted fiercely, headbutting me and struggling desperately with her arms. But her lower body remained completely still. I realized then that

she was afraid of reopening my wound. Today is the fifth day after the surgery; half of the stitches have fallen out, and my penis is erect. At that moment, I didn't even think about whether I could penetrate her; I just wanted to conquer my mother. I lowered myself and rubbed against her. Even though my mother's lower body didn't move, the violent shaking of her upper body also affected her lower body. I accidentally used too much force. My penis felt like it had been pricked with a needle.

I cried out in pain, "Ah!" Seeing that I didn't move and my face was flushed red with pain, my mother actually chuckled. Seeing my mother's smiling face, I still wanted to kiss my mother's lips despite the pain. "Get lost!" My mother's face turned serious again. I guessed that my mother must have sung Peking Opera before. Her face-changing skills were superb! That yell really messed me up. Dejected, I went back to my room and quickly took off my underwear to check my penis. There was some bleeding, not much, but there were streaks of blood. A while later, I heard my mother's voice.

"Is something wrong?"

Afraid that my mother would be angry because of my antics and ignore me, I replied, "Nothing, nothing. Mom, think about what I said." There was no sound from the other end. I couldn't sleep all night. Seven days passed, and two of the injections still hadn't come in. This made me anxious; this was a lifelong issue. In a panic, my mother and I went to the hospital to see a doctor. He examined it and said, "It's nothing serious, the incision is a little split, a small cut, it's fine. It bled and scabbed over, so it hasn't fallen off yet." My mother kept glaring at me, and I felt so ashamed... Taking advantage of my inattention, the doctor used tweezers to rip the stitches off.

"Mom!" It hurt so much! My mother's face changed too, looking very distressed. The doctor said to be careful in the future, avoid intercourse for a month, and preferably not to think about anything too intense. My face flushed red again, which was rare for me.

Time flew by. A month passed in the blink of an eye, and my relationship with my mother didn't change because of that day's foolishness; a month seemed to have replaced the awkwardness of that day. Tonight, Aunt Tian, my mother's business partner, invited us out for karaoke with her son and husband. So the five of us sat in a private room. Everyone says karaoke must include drinking, and I felt this was my chance! It's been over a month, and my penis has almost fully recovered. I figured I could go in now, and a plan slowly formed in my mind. Since my mother can't sing, I had a brilliant idea.

"Let's take turns singing one song each, and whoever can't sing has to drink, okay?" I said with a mischievous grin.

"Sure, no problem!" Aunt Tian was always so generous. My mother glanced at me furtively, probably thinking, "You're ruining my life! I've wasted my life giving birth to this son."

She knew a couple of songs at first, but then she couldn't sing anymore. When it was her turn, she immediately picked up her wine glass, which secretly pleased me. Halfway through, my mother had drunk about half a bottle of red wine. Because of the aftereffects of the wine, although her face was flushed, she wasn't very drunk. Looking at my mother, I felt a strong urge. While everyone was looking at the screen, I secretly reached out my hand. The karaoke room was dimly lit, and we were sitting on the edge, so no one saw me. First, I touched my mother's waist. Her body immediately stiffened, and she turned her head, giving me a stern warning.

However, I knew that in this situation, she was only daring to warn me. I reached my hand under my mother's shirt, trying to grope her bottom from the top of her skirt. My mother, seemingly unintentionally tickling me, reached behind her and pinched my mischievous hand. I coughed loudly, and my mother immediately pulled her hand back, her lively expression gone; she was probably really angry. Seeing this, I quickly withdrew my hand.

My mother gave me a "you know what's good for you" look, which made me regretful. As she turned her head away, my shamelessness returned, and I reached my hand back in, but this time I didn't go inside her clothes; instead, I put my hand outside her skirt and touched my mother's bottom. Perhaps the mother felt that resistance was futile, so she did not make any move this time.

My hands touched slowly, sometimes grabbing, sometimes caressing, sometimes gently twirling. Slowly the position went lower and lower, and my mother's face became more and more flushed. When the aunt reaches the climax of a song. Everyone applauded, and my mother made a move that I still can't understand. She sat back while applauding. You must know that my hand was immediately touching my mother's pussy. She moved back just enough for me to hit the target. But my mother's face was still so flushed that I couldn't tell why. I don’t know if my mother felt uncomfortable because my hand touched her butt, or if she condoned my behavior. I slowly touched my mother's pussy through her skirt and panties.

I think the alcohol was kicking in, and Mom started to let loose. There were five people in two families in the house; one family of three was happily singing, while my mother and I were doing something that would make anyone blush. They didn't notice at all that Mom was half-asleep, enjoying herself, with that unfocused, dreamy look in her eyes. Actually, I'd only moved my hand a few times when I felt my skirt get wet. Although Mom was enjoying herself, she was still a strong woman, and even in the heat of passion, she maintained her composure. She knew that if I let her continue, her skirt would be soaked, and she wouldn't be able to get out. She turned her head and gave me a look that said, "Stop now." I understood, and withdrew my hand. I deliberately spilled water on my hand while drinking, and then licked it a couple of times with my tongue.

When Mom saw me lift my foot, she stepped on my toes with her heel. It hurt terribly. But she had a smug look on her face. Of course, Aunt Tian and her family didn't see our little stunt. That night, we sang for a full four hours. Why "full"? Because Aunt Tian, like Mom, is a businesswoman—shrewd and calculating, timing it perfectly. When we got to the front desk, the receptionist smiled at us and said, "If you come out half a minute late, you'll have to pay for an extra hour." Because karaoke charges by the hour.

If you sing for one hour and one minute, you have to pay for two hours. Four hours of singing left me hoarse, but I was very happy, not because of the singing. It was because of my mother on my back; she was drunk and asleep. Her little mouth kept making smacking noises. She was probably thirsty after drinking. I really wanted to put my penis inside her and have her suck it, licking the glans with her little tongue. Getting a taxi at night is actually easier than during the day, even though there are fewer cars. But

there are even fewer people trying to hail a taxi. Aunt Tian gave me a few instructions, closed the door, and let us go home. Because my mother was unconscious, she leaned against me, and we sat in the back. The taxis here have metal plates separating the front and back compartments, so the driver can't see below our chests. This was my perfect opportunity; I'd only touched her through her skirt before, this time I'd have to put my hand inside. I gently slipped my hand inside, my heart pounding when I touched the pubic hair.

Moving downwards, I finally reached the steaming vulva. The area around it was already soaked with fluid, feeling like touching oil. The labia were tender, but why were they engorged? What was Mom dreaming about? I gently teased it, inserting a finger. Wow… it was slippery and hot inside, and it felt like it was sucking my finger in—not sucking it inwards, but rather like it was stuck to the vaginal walls. Just then, Mom grabbed my mischievous hand. I thought she had woken up and was going to stop me, but instead, in her dream, she was slowly rubbing my hand against hers.

Was Mom masturbating in her dream? When we got home, I didn't brush my teeth or shower; I just carried my mother to the bed. Because I'd been masturbating her for so long, I was bursting with pent-up energy. I bent down and pulled off her underwear, which was completely soaked and smelled strangely fishy and pungent. I pushed her shirt up to her chest, pulled down my pants, and looked at my throbbing, red-hot penis. I knew no one could stop me today. My mother was lying sprawled on the edge of the bed, and I stood on the floor, looking at her muddy genitals. I gently took her ankles and lifted them onto my shoulders.

Looking at my mother's delicate feet, I couldn't help but kiss her toes. They say that if you love someone, you love everything about them, and that's true. Looking at my mother's little feet, they were so captivating that I forgot about penetrating her and started rubbing them while standing. Gently licking my mother's fair, jade-like feet, I heard her moan softly.

This discovery was alarming—her feet were my mother's sensitive area! If my mother were conscious, she would definitely be ashamed to let me know her sensitive area and would hold back her moans. Thinking of this, I couldn't hold back any longer. With my right hand, I grasped both her feet simultaneously, and with my left hand, I guided my penis inside. My mother was very wet, and my penis entered without any obstruction. With a soft "oh," I knew that from this day forward, my feelings for my mother would never be the same again. My mother's vagina was very tight and hot inside; my penis felt like it was melting inside. There was also an itchy sensation on the glans, as if my mother was tickling me. I almost ejaculated as soon as I entered. The only drawback was that my mother's vagina was short; it felt like I reached the very depths of her flower when I penetrated.

It's easy to imagine that if the movements were rough or the thrusting was vigorous, my mother would definitely experience pain, and how could I bear to? Even though Mom wasn't able to have sex today, I couldn't thrust too hard. After all, the incision site couldn't be penetrated too violently. So, I held Mom's ankles with my right hand, leaned forward, and gently thrust with my left hand supporting her waist. Mom seemed to feel it in her sleep, moaning softly.

After about 10 minutes of gentle thrusting, the movement felt a bit stiff, so I turned Mom over so she was lying on her side. Mom wasn't conscious at the moment, and when she lay on her side, she always tended to fall to one side. I had no choice but to use my right hand to support her body, and with my left hand, I gently stroked her anus while thrusting. This position felt incredibly good on my penis; the pleasurable sensation shot straight to my head.

I was about to ejaculate! I quickly flipped my mother over, this time pressing down on her, pinning her legs against her large breasts, and using my tongue to pry open her lips. The moment my tongue touched hers, the soft touch combined with the aroma of red wine and saliva in her mouth made me thrust forward with all my might, ejaculating with a hiss. My mother let out a soft "ah," and I wondered if she had reached orgasm. At that moment, I couldn't help but think of Aunt Tian; I wondered what her and her husband's expressions would be if they knew my mother and I were having sex.

Afterwards, I went to the bathroom to get a towel to help my mom tidy up. Halfway through wiping, it suddenly occurred to me that even if I cleaned it up, my mom would definitely know what I had done. So I decided to just leave it there and be honest about my actions, and tell her that I didn't regret it! My mom didn't wake up that night. I stayed up all night waiting for her to get water if she got thirsty in the middle of the night. Around 6 a.m., I got dressed and went out to buy breakfast. Just as I got downstairs, I received a text message. It was from my mom, saying, "Don't come back yet." I pondered the meaning of her words. Did she mean I should leave and not come back? Or should I buy breakfast and wait for her to clean up before going back? True to my thick skin, I completely believed the latter, so I bought breakfast and went straight back.

When I got home, Mom was taking a shower. Ugh. I'd been gone for about 20 minutes. You took a 20-minute shower? Do you think I'm dirty? (Later I found out Mom had been secretly masturbating.) After showering, Mom came out naked, and her words made me almost spit out my drink. When she came over for dinner, her face was expressionless, neither happy nor sad. She didn't cry or show any grief as others might say. It was as if she knew this day would come and had been fully prepared.

From dinner until she left, we didn't exchange a single word. We didn't look at each other, very tacitly. I thought to myself, I'm a man, I should take the initiative. My mother came home early that evening, probably because my situation had distracted her. I secretly bought 21 roses, representing my love and apology, and placed them in the closet in the study. After my mother went into the bedroom, I walked in with the roses, humming the wedding march. My mother looked at me calmly, as if watching a joke. My passion instantly froze. I handed her the flowers, but she didn't even look at them and put them on the kitchen table. I sat down, ready to touch my mother. Her words filled me with fear: "Are you going to rape me again?" I looked at my mother, at a loss for words. This shouldn't be happening. Didn't the things I read online say that after the first time, it's easier the second time?

Two weeks passed in this relationship, and I thought my penis was completely healed. I desperately needed to release tension; I had stopped masturbating after having sex with my mother once. Now I really wanted to find a woman to release my pent-up desire. Of course, I wouldn't dare touch my mother, so I decided to go to a prostitute that night. There was a foot massage and bathhouse downstairs from my apartment. Around 10 pm, I sneaked out of the house and went downstairs into a bathhouse. Being a naive first-timer, I immediately asked if I wanted to find a prostitute.

The girl across from me hesitated for a moment, then said, "Oh, 50 yuan a time, 300 yuan for the whole night." I thought the girl was pretty and had a good figure. I thought, "Only 50 yuan? That's so cheap!" But after I went inside, the girl left. A woman walked in—a woman whose looks were both disgraceful to the audience and disgraceful to the Party—and I immediately tensed up. No way… that was exciting enough, but the next one sent chills down my spine! I heard my mother's voice outside. "Ah Kun, come out here!" I shakily went out, and my mother's expression told me of her disappointment in me.

Back home, we sat on the sofa, and my mother asked, "How many times?" "The first time didn't work…" I said dejectedly… "Oh? So you want to try a few more times?" I didn't dare answer. "You're something else! You raped me first, then went to a prostitute! What wouldn't you do? How old are you?" For some reason, when I heard about raping her, I didn't feel the fear I had before, but rather a surge of anger. "I clearly love you, can't I just show it? Don't you feel it?" I exploded! Mom looked at me without saying a word. Fueled by anger, I shoved Mom onto the sofa and forcefully pulled down her long skirt. Mom didn't make a sound, only resisted fiercely.

I looked up and saw the curtains weren't drawn yet. I forcefully tore a hole in Mom's underwear, not caring if she would run away, and stood up straight, walking towards the window. Mom didn't know what I was going to do, thinking I was going to jump, and she jumped up too. "What are you doing?" Huh? Haha, I just wanted to draw the curtains, I didn't expect my mom to be so concerned about me even while I was "raping" her. I gave her a look of utter despair and turned to draw the curtains... but my mom was stunned. You were pulling my clothes off halfway and then ran off to draw the curtains?

I turned around and hugged my mom, pressing her down on the sofa. My mom started resisting fiercely again, and now I completely took her resistance as a different kind of expression of my desire to make love to her. I pushed my mom onto the sofa, so that her back was facing me, and with a gentle thrust, my entire penis was inside her. Actually, she was already incredibly wet down there. Although she didn't approve verbally, physically, or emotionally, the fact that she was so wet from just a few struggles and shoves without any caresses spoke volumes. My mother's right hand continued to pound my hips, while her left hand gripped the back of the sofa. She knelt on the sofa in front of me, her buttocks slightly raised. The moisture from my mother's vagina clung to my penis, making a squelching sound with each thrust. Combined with the soft slapping sounds from her right hand, a unique symphony played out in the living room.

At first, I used a doggy-style position, supporting my mother's hips and pushing and pulling. Later, I pressed my chest against her back, kneading her breasts with both hands. Because my entire body was focused on her, she could no longer "caress" my hips. She held onto the sofa, pressing her buttocks against my penis, and I thrust in and out in a dog-dog position. My mother finally couldn't resist the stimulation and let out soft moans, though not loudly. But with our heads close together, I could hear them clearly, which made me thrust even more violently. We did this for a while, and it felt incredibly exhausting; both my mother and I were completely worn out. I patted my mom's bottom and got up to lie down next to her.

My mom opened her eyes, looked at me sideways, and sat down with her back to me. This filled me with a sense of accomplishment; my mom was mine. My bottom was on the edge of the sofa with my legs bent, while my mom sat directly on my penis with both legs on the ground. The initial shock only increased my fighting spirit, but knowing my mom's intentions, I remained completely still. My mom, sitting on my penis, seeing that I hadn't moved for a while, gently tapped my knees below the knees with her hand and turned to stare at me. The lights in our house were dim, and seeing the fluorescent glow on my mother's back, and the beads of sweat on her forehead from the earlier stimulation, I almost couldn't resist thrusting in and out.

Seeing that I still ignored her, my mother, as if in a huff, reached behind her back and pinched my stomach, while gently swaying her hips. The movement was very slow, and each time my mother arched back, it was accompanied by a soft sigh. She seemed to be enjoying it. This movement made the squelching sounds at the junction of our penises and labia even louder. I mischievously lifted my mother's buttocks with my hand to look at the area where our bodies met; it was glistening with moisture, like honey under the yellow light. My mother's hands, which were supporting her knees, suddenly reached behind her back and tried to slap my hand away.

This action was accompanied by a loud "Ah!" from my mother, and I groaned in pleasure as well. My mother was already very tired, struggling to support herself with both hands, and now that one hand had slapped away the large hand lifting her buttocks, my penis plunged into her vagina. This action fascinated me. I reached out with both hands and lifted my mother's buttocks. My mother seemed to know what I was going to do and did not stop me, obediently rising up. Then I released my hands, and my mother would cry out "Ah!"

Perhaps my mother's vagina was too short, and the movements were too stimulating. After a few moments, she couldn't take it anymore and lay on top of me. My hands were on her breasts, kneading her two large orbs. My mother's hands also moved up, helping me find her most comfortable spots. After a while, my mother's body suddenly stiffened and convulsed. I felt her genitals rhythmically sucking on my penis; the feeling was incredibly pleasurable, and I could feel the vaginal walls becoming more moist.

My mother had another orgasm! She convulsed like this for a while, seemingly exhausted. I felt incredibly sorry for her. So I pulled my penis out and let Mom lie on top of me, using my hands to hold her body so she wouldn't roll off. Mom turned her head to find my mouth, and I pressed it to hers. We kissed, but Mom didn't seem very good at kissing; her tongue always felt stiff when we touched. Mom pushed my head away with her head and whispered, "Not going to ejaculate?" "Mom's tired, I can't bear to, it doesn't matter whether I ejaculate or not," I said shamelessly sweetly.

"Hmph! You stinking thing, trying to say nice things!" Mom stood up. I thought she was going to take a shower and get dressed, but instead, she walked forward on the sofa. As she did so, some love juice dripped from her labia onto the sofa. Mom quickly squatted down to wipe it. "Oh dear, this is hard to wipe when it's dry!" As soon as Mom squatted down, her alluring vulva immediately opened, and I could just see what was inside. After wiping, Mom went to turn off the light. Why turn off the light? I had already drawn the curtains! Due to the sudden darkness causing temporary blindness, I couldn't see what my mother was doing.

I only felt someone lean over my lap, and then, a penis entered a warm, moist embrace. The dark, damp, and warm environment felt completely different from the vagina. There was even a little sprite inside, seemingly teasing her older brother. The thought of my mother giving me oral sex made my blood boil instantly, a sudden surge of pleasure causing me to ejaculate. I held onto my mother's head tightly. She hadn't expected my sudden ejaculation, and with the restraints on her back, she was hit squarely, swallowing most of the semen, leaving a small portion in her mouth. I said, "Drink it all, I've already drunk some." This seemed to anger my mother, who stood up and tried to shove it into my mouth. "Damn it!" I dashed away and went to the bathroom to shower.

Later, I heard my mother's muffled laughter, as if she were shouting something. That night, we slept embracing like a married couple. I woke up early in the morning, looking at my erect penis, and tried to insert it into my mother's vagina. Unexpectedly, my mother kicked me off the bed. "Get out! Do you know this is incest? How many more times do you want to do it?" My God, yesterday we were acting like a married couple, even seeming to be more intense than me. And this morning you're turning on me? Are you a devil or a mischievous little sprite? I roared to the heavens!

That evening, I was playing on the computer in my room when my mother knocked on the door and came in. "What's up? You don't need to knock before coming into my room anymore. We're husband and wife, there are no secrets between us. And just say what you want to say, I'm playing games, I don't have time to chat with you." I replied without turning my head. "Okay." My mother didn't seem angry at what I said, so I turned around curiously. "What's wrong? You seem troubled?" My mother seemed a little hesitant, opening her mouth twice but saying nothing. "What is it? We're an old married couple." I was a little shameless, thinking we were an old married couple after only two times. "Get out of here! Here, take this!"

*Thump*, she threw a box on my table. I was playing games and didn't have time to see what it was. Seeing that I ignored her, she angrily hit me on the head. I pretended to cry out, "Ouch...it hurts so much!" Mom walked away speechlessly. When I turned my gaze to the table, I couldn't play the game anymore. A box of condoms lay there quietly. It said, "Durex, Dearest." Staring at the box of condoms, my eyes widened, and I gently picked it up. I immediately thought of Mom's private parts. My penis instantly sprang to attention. I hurriedly opened the package,

grabbed one, and rushed into Mom's bedroom. Mom was lying on the bed playing cards on her phone. When she saw me holding a condom, she just stared at me without saying a word. Mom always restrains me; with her just staring like that, I felt completely helpless. My original intention of coming in and having a three-hundred-round battle with Mom vanished into thin air. The awkward situation was briefly salvaged by a comment from a mobile game: "Hurry up, I'm getting impatient!" We both burst out laughing. "

Alright, better to be smart than polite." I was about to get ready, but Mom kicked me again just as I reached the bedside. Just like that morning. "Oh my god, I can't control you!" I threw my condom on the bed and started a battle for control with Mom. Of course, Mom's resistance was always symbolic. I used my right hand to hold Mom's hands down, making her lie face down and pressing her onto the bed. Now I only had my left hand left, but how could I put my condom on with one hand? Mother and son seemed to understand each other perfectly; knowing I was facing a problem, he actually started humming a little tune? There was no other way. I used my teeth to pry it open, and after a flurry of activity,

I finally managed to put the condom on. At this point, Mom was lying face down on the bed with her legs together, her hands restrained by me. I used my hands to spread Mom's legs apart and slowly inserted my penis. Good heavens, it was so tight! Mom's position made it impossible for me to move an inch. After finally inserting it all the way in, I dared not move. The lubricant on the condom wasn't enough. Mom's vagina wasn't very wet either, and any sudden thrusting would definitely make her uncomfortable. So I released Mom's hands, got up, and straddled her buttocks.

This position was exactly like riding a motorcycle. Once Mom's hands were free, she started causing trouble. Because I was straddling her, my upper body upright, and my legs were right next to her hands, she kept pinching me hard.

Ouch, it hurt! She really didn't hold back! Watch my special move. I looked back for Mom's little feet, found my target, and gently pinched them. She immediately went limp, and her pinching grip on me weakened. She buried her head in the pillow and pretended to be dead. After gently stroking her for a while, I could feel her vagina overflowing with love juice. Having received permission, I naturally started to act. The tight feeling made me ejaculate after only a short while of thrusting. Mom said softly, "Throw away the condom, it's so uncomfortable." Haha. Hearing that, I knew Mom was gone and my wife was back.

Life had to go on, and Mom and I continued our simple life. We made love once or twice a week. Any more than that, and Mom wouldn't allow it. And each time, she would resist a little, then we would cooperate perfectly. I don't know why, but I couldn't live without Mom's little resistance; it always added to our intimacy, giving me a strange feeling.

Mom didn't moan much, which really annoyed me. I so wanted her to scream "Ahhh!" under me, but no matter what tricks I used, no matter how vigorously I thrust, she only made soft, nasal moans. If it weren't for that first drunken outburst, I wouldn't even know his sensitive spots were on his feet.

I learned that my uncle was coming back today and arranged a game. This game was a game between my mother and me. That night, I secretly put sleeping pills in my uncle's water glass (he needs to drink water with his meals). At 11 pm, I opened their bedroom door, and my mother was startled. She turned around and glared at me angrily. I smiled easily, "Mom, I gave him sleeping pills, hehe." "Ah? You, are you trying to kill me?" My mother calmed down a little after hearing this. "Mom, I don't want him to have sex with you anymore. Wouldn't it be better if you divorced?" I pleaded. "Oh, you don't have to do this. Actually, your uncle had a tumor in his testicle last year and had it removed." "What?" This was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for me. It turned out that their month-long trip last year wasn't a honeymoon; they had secretly gone to have him operated on.

"Then why don't you divorce him? He can't satisfy you anymore. I don't want to share you with him," I said anxiously. "Actually, sometimes marriage is not what you think. Two people love each other." Suddenly my mother became charming. "It's not a bad thing if I don't divorce him. Isn't it because you are my enemy? It's just a cover for you! Why do you think I asked you to wear a condom? Isn't it because I'm afraid of getting pregnant! If he is healthy, what can he do to you to conceive a child?" I laughed secretly in my heart. Mom is really open-minded, and that's right. At this time, the eyes he looked at his mother became hot, "Mom, he is asleep, let's do it gently, shall we?" This time, my mother completely let go, without resisting, and gently lifted up her towel and "come in." As if granted a royal decree, I took off my underwear and climbed inside.

My mother touched my penis and gently kissed my lips. This was the first time my mother had been so proactive with me, and I was a little overwhelmed. I didn't know what to do next. My mother chuckled at my reaction. "Hehe," I grinned foolishly. My mother rolled over, pulled her underwear down halfway, and wiggled her hips to signal me to go in. I touched it with my hand, and sure enough, my manhood was overflowing. With a thrust, I found my little nest.

My uncle was asleep next to me; although he had taken sleeping pills, I still didn't dare to make any big movements. Soon I realized it was too hot, I was covered in sweat. I had my mother lie down on the edge of the bed, and I raised my legs, assuming the same position as the first time I drugged and raped her. This time, it was different. The two different sensations filled me with pride. I whispered in my mother's ear, "Mom, you know what? The first time I made love with you, it was in this position. You slept so soundly, letting me do whatever I wanted."

"Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm. What woman can sleep while being penetrated? Actually, I woke up halfway through... mmm, mmm..." Ah! It turned out Mom was awake at the time. Knowing this, my penis got even harder. I asked, "So you let me penetrate you on purpose? You're so lewd! Did you enjoy it the first time?" I also learned that if Mom opened her mouth, she couldn't help but moan. "Hmm, hmm, I don't know. Ah. Ah. Gently." I deliberately thrust harder when Mom was speaking, and sure enough, it did. These two pieces of information amplified my lust, and I felt a surge of contempt looking at my uncle sleeping next to me. I suddenly picked up Mom and made her stand next to my uncle.

"What are you doing?" "Mom, you stand on top of him. He took the medicine and won't wake up." Mom resisted a little, but she couldn't resist my insistence and did as I said. She stood with her feet on her uncle's waist, arching her back and holding onto the headboard with both hands. I stood behind her, supporting her waist and thrusting hard, making a "plop plop" sound. After a few dozen thrusts, I couldn't hold back any longer, grabbed my mother's waist, and pushed hard against her buttocks, ejaculating. "Oh no, we didn't use a condom!" my mother exclaimed. Haha, I forgot, I was so focused on my uncle that I forgot to use a condom, and I guess my mother did too. But it felt so good, the most enjoyable of my limited experience with internal ejaculation. Because there was an audience below.

The next day, my mother was going to the mall to buy clothes, but my uncle said he was tired and wanted to rest, so I had to accompany her. My driver's license hadn't been checked yet, so I had to take the bus (taxis are incredibly scarce here, almost impossible to hail). Actually, I took the bus intentionally because I'd read online that having sex on a bus is amazing, and I wanted to try it. But when I actually had the chance, I realized it was completely impossible. Even though it was crowded, having sex on the bus was out of the question. Anyone sitting down would see us immediately, and the smell of arousal would be hard to dissipate. So, I ended up just rubbing against my mom for a while, making her face flush red.

People probably think we're in a relationship where the woman is older. Today, Mom wore black stockings and a professional outfit. She looked like a young white-collar worker, very alluring. I dressed more maturely; we both planned it so people would think we were a couple, not mother and son. Entering the mall, it was truly opulent; an ordinary person walking inside would definitely feel ashamed. Around noon, it was already very crowded. Mom saw a pair of pants she liked and wanted to try them on. At that moment, she said to me, "Honey, come in and hold my clothes; they're hard to take off." Of course, I knew what Mom was up to.

I followed her inside amidst the surprised looks of the staff. Because of the large crowd, the staff went to attend to other customers after seeing us changing. My mother immediately tried to take off her skirt as soon as she came in, but I stopped her. "Don't take it off," I said, putting on a condom and pushing her skirt up to her waist, pulling her black stockings down to her buttocks. I was about to mount her, gun in hand.

"What are you doing!" she cried. "You let me in, didn't you?" "I asked you to help me with my clothes, okay?" "Then call me 'husband,' it's making me all itchy." My mother had no reply, so she just leaned against the door, sticking her buttocks out. I let out a cold snort! From slow thrusting to intense accompaniment, the surging crowd outside... gave me immense mental and spiritual satisfaction.

During this time, people kept knocking on the door asking if anyone was home. My mother couldn't make a sound; if she spoke, she would only moan. So I had to answer. The customers outside were puzzled; why was there a man in the women's dressing room?

Inside, my mother and I were having a wild, passionate lovemaking session. My 169cm tall mother had very long and beautiful legs, and her black stockings made me unable to resist touching them. I thrust in and out while caressing her beautiful legs. But my mother had so much love fluid that it flowed all over her stockings, so I had no choice but to take them off.

I tossed the stockings aside, held one of my mother's legs, and while sucking and licking her calf, I gently stirred it. At this moment, my mother was supporting one leg while the other remained upright. Because of the overflowing vaginal fluid, there were three or four streaks of fluid on her upright leg, one of which was already dried, with the fluid running down to her heels. After a frenzied thrusting, my mother came out with her clothes. Seeing the sales clerk's ambiguous expression, my mother and I lowered our heads, paid, and ran away. "Oh, how embarrassing! They definitely knew we were having sex in the changing room." "Yeah, but they definitely don't know it was your son and your mother having sex in the changing room," I laughed. My mother angrily punched me.

Back home, my uncle was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and his seat was exactly where my mother and I had been having sex. I gave my mom a suggestive look, and she gave me a look that was overflowing with love. "I'm going to play some cards," Mom grumbled, because the computer was basically my personal property, and Mom could only get access by striking first. I sat in the room, bored, and a stimulating scene came to mind.

I sneaked into the study and walked up behind my mom. "Mom, stand up," I whispered. "What are you doing?" The mother and son acted like thieves. "Take off your pants, hurry up." "Ah, are you trying to get yourself killed? Your uncle is outside, and we just did it once today! It's not good for your health." "It's okay, Mom, I've already put on a condom, look."

Mom turned around and saw it. Sure enough, the veins on my penis were bulging, and the condom was gleaming. "Hey, stop messing around," Mom stood up, pulled down her pants, and turned up the volume of the card game music.

"You play yours, I'll play mine," I muttered lewdly. "You little rascal." Mom indeed got into it. She played the game while I watched, thrusting in and out from behind. I thrust quickly every time Mom played a card, because the music from the computer masked her moans. She played for a few rounds before I ejaculated, probably because it was too exciting. My uncle said from the living room, "Keep it down, the upstairs neighbors are coming down to find you." Mom and I exchanged a smile and turned the stereo off.

A few days later, my driver's license arrived by mail. I've been practicing driving at home these past few days, so I haven't had much time to make love with my mom. That evening, Mom was playing mahjong and wouldn't be home until late, so I volunteered to drive to pick her up. After two days of practice, I wasn't too rusty anymore. When I arrived at the building where Mom was playing mahjong, it was already past 10 pm. After waiting a while, I saw Mom come downstairs with two elderly women. Although they were all about the same age, Mom looked so out of place with them; she was so young and alluring. The aunt next to me saw me waiting downstairs and joked, "No wonder you look so young; having such a good son saves you so much worry." I thought to myself, "Your son fucks you every night. You look radiant too."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, I took my mother home. Actually, my mother didn't trust my driving skills and held onto the door handle the whole way. I found it amusing and deliberately slammed on the brakes, making her face turn pale with fright.

"Are you trying to kill yourself? Be careful," I said casually. "Mom, it's been several days." "What do you mean, several days?" My mother asked, puzzled. "It's been several days since we made love, and I'm thinking about it." "You little rascal, did you use a condom?" My mother rolled her eyes at me. "Yes, hehe," I said triumphantly. "Let's find a hotel." "What hotel? There's a grove over there." "Are you a savage? Doing it in the woods?" My mother scolded me. We had driven to the vicinity of the grove. After parking the car, I couldn't wait to kiss my mother, and she responded.

I touched her favorite spot with my hand, and then my little hand slipped inside her pants to explore. Although I'd been having sex with my mother for almost a year, I was still very aroused every time we made love. I pulled the seat back and pulled my penis out, saying, "Here's the condom? Put this on." I took it out of my pocket and gave it to her. She glanced at me, then put the condom to her mouth and put it on for me with her mouth. Ah, so good. I thought my mother would lick it, but she just gave my glans a light kiss and then sat down. When you see our car from outside, it's definitely swaying because Mom's movements are so exaggerated. She's probably missed me so much these past few days; her movements are quite dramatic, and I'm enjoying it, lying on the car seat.

I watch as her labia, sticky with her vaginal fluid, drips down as she moves. Soon, my lower abdomen is wet. Mom is definitely the wettest; every time we make love, the sheets are soaked, and both of our legs are covered in her fluid. Because of the vigorous movements and the cramped car, the condom slipped off quickly, revealing it was full of Mom's fluid. Mom panicked, what should we do? Halfway through, seeing Mom struggling with her decision, I didn't hesitate. I took off the condom and thrust upwards, hitting her right in the clitoris. Mom thought about it and didn't care anymore. The squelching sounds of her juices filled the entire carriage, carrying a fishy smell. Wearing a condom and not wearing one felt different; the feeling of skin-to-skin with Mom was undoubtedly the most pleasurable. I opened the car door and went straight into Mom, walking into the woods. I placed her on a large rock; the woods were very dark at this time. I could only see a blurry shadow through the moonlight, which made the tactile stimulation even more intense. For some reason, Mom groaned loudly this time. Every time I pulled out, she would let out a whoosh, and when I thrust in, she would let out a loud moan.

My mother lay there on the rock, and I gripped her shoulders with my hands to ensure I could thrust fully. This was undoubtedly the most uninhibited my mother had ever been; her moans echoed throughout the forest, and she would murmur softly as cars passed by. I ejaculated all my semen inside her, and she said seductively, "Husband, I want more, want to do it again?" This was the second time my mother had called me "husband," and I was incredibly excited, my penis erect and pointing at her. Because of the abundant lubrication from her vagina, I suddenly wanted to have anal sex with her. I gently poked her anus with my finger, and her little anus shyly contracted.

I asked, "Mom, is this okay?" "It's dirty, let's do it later. After we clean up," Mom pleaded, almost like she was begging her lover. "Just today, I'm not afraid, Mom, it's all clean." I used my hand to pull out the semen and vaginal fluid from Mom's body; it flowed automatically onto her anus. Mom still seemed unwilling, dodging left and right. I gently stroked Mom's little feet with one hand, and with the other, I brought her feet to my mouth and sucked on them. I pushed forward little by little, and Mom seemed to groan in pain. When it was fully inserted, Mom cried out loudly, "Ahhh!" seemingly both in pain and pleasure. But I felt something completely different. My mother's rectum enveloped me very tightly, and every time she convulsed in pain, I felt a surge of pleasure that made me want to ejaculate. My mother's vagina was originally quite short, so my penis couldn't be fully inserted.

But inserting it into my mother's anus led to a new discovery. The feeling of it being fully inserted, and the wriggling sensation—it was a whole new world!

I live in a small to medium-sized city, and my family's financial situation is average. My mother didn't have the means to make me extravagant. Someone like me, a recent graduate, should be working hard to find a job and build my own future. But my reclusive lifestyle during my school years made it difficult for me to integrate into society after graduation. Although I'm very active in thought, I always give off a dull and naive impression. I also maintain my typical reclusive style, knowing island war movies and comics like the back of my hand. Since graduating from junior high school, a daily masturbation session has been a must.

As I just mentioned, my mother didn't have the means to make me extravagant. My parents divorced when I was very young, and I lived with my mother. My mother is a very independent and strong-willed woman. She runs a small business, and after covering living expenses, she still has a small amount left to meet my daily needs. During my student years, expenses were relatively low. My mother is 48 years old this year, 169 cm tall, and neither too thin nor too plump. Her buttocks are the part of her body that I find most fascinating—plump but not loose, and very rounded. My mother's face is very youthful and charming, but due to my long-term masturbation, she now looks older than her age; at 24, she looks like she's in her late twenties. My mother's friends often joked that we were like siblings, and some of the more lewd ones even joked, "Do you secretly absorb your son's essence every night?" My mother was very open-minded and didn't get angry, but she also didn't feel shy or embarrassed.

My stepfather was someone my mother met when I was in the second year of junior high school. He was eleven years younger than her, a long-haired man who looked very free and easy. Initially, he was an employee of a state-owned enterprise. Later, he was laid off due to layoffs. Since my mother was a strong woman and didn't need him to worry about money, and she looked very young, appearing to be the same age as him, they got married less than six months after meeting. At the time, I disliked this man from the bottom of my heart. He had no source of income and was completely obedient to my mother. I feel like it's a waste for a man to live like him. (There might have been a little jealousy involved at the time; after living with my mother for so many years, suddenly another man appeared and took away half of her love. Because I didn't have an Oedipus complex back then.) This mindset has led me to call him "uncle" to this day, never "Dad." And his attitude towards me is just for show, merely superficial. Perhaps a person's appearance is proportional to their mindset. My mother, nearing 50, looks young, is very energetic and open-minded. After they got married, they often went out to play and sought excitement at night.

My Oedipus complex started when I was about to graduate from university. At that time, I didn't really like watching adult videos featuring older women. But my computer would inexplicably show videos of women in their forties and fifties. It baffled me, and at one point I thought it was a virus downloaded from a download site. One night, I woke up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water, which solved the mystery for me. Because I was awake at night, I was quite groggy. As I walked towards my room, I heard moaning sounds. I initially thought I was hallucinating from excessive masturbation, and stood there for a while. After regaining my senses, I realized someone was watching my porn in the study.

This thought made my heart skip a beat. At that time, my mother was irreplaceable in my heart; I believed she was the most sacred person in the world. I was terrified that she would find out I was watching porn and discover my shameful side. With a heavy heart, I walked to the study door, and through the crack in the door, I let out a long sigh of relief. It was my uncle. Humph! Back in my room, I couldn't sleep. Back in middle school, my parents had a very good relationship. Sometimes I'd eavesdrop and hear my mother's soft moans and the thuds of her hitting the bed with her movements. Now, why would my uncle get up in the middle of the night to watch porn?

Deep down, I knew that men at home couldn't compare to those outside. And the ones he watched were those "strange" old women movies that appeared on my computer—that's probably why he married my mother. Thinking about it, I drifted off to sleep, completely unaware of the reaction in my groin when I thought about my mother and uncle having sex…

The next morning, they were both out running errands. I opened my computer and checked the files in the Start menu; there were recently opened programs. I don't know why, but I just wanted to experience how my uncle felt watching this. The film depicted incest between a mother and son in an island nation. I didn't like these older women at first, but as I watched, I thought about how my mother's sex life might be incompatible, and how my uncle might no longer satisfy her. I also thought of my mother's moans, and my hand involuntarily moved downwards. When I saw the characters in the film, I automatically projected my image of my mother onto them. When the woman screamed and climaxed, I climaxed too. Watching that woman felt like my mother was beneath me, moaning as I thrust into her, my semen gushing out. The feeling was so wonderful that I slowly closed my eyes, savoring the sensation. This moment of self-indulgence made me addicted to this feeling, and my "love" for my mother silently began to change.

I had a girlfriend once; she wasn't a virgin, and we slept together after knowing each other for three days. It felt great; she was very proactive. But because of her, I learned that because I have a long foreskin, the sensation during penetration isn't very strong. After we broke up, I suggested to my mom that I get a circumcision. My mom agreed because everyone says that men with a long foreskin are prone to erectile dysfunction as they get older, and my mom is very concerned about my future sex life. Thinking about this, I got an erection again.

I went to the hospital, paid the surgery fee, and was ready to have the procedure done immediately. But the doctor said I needed to have my foreskin shaved first, which basically means shaving off the hair around my penis. He told me to go to a dark room, and after a few minutes, my mom came in carrying a tray with a small knife, gauze, and disinfectant. I thought Mom would give me the plate and leave, but she said something that shocked me.

"Hurry up and take off your pants."

"Huh?" I was stunned.

"Hurry up, the doctor is waiting for you."

"Okay." I nodded mechanically. She unzipped my pants, revealing my penis. Mom wasn't as shy as some people describe; maybe she just thought her son was a piece of her own flesh, what hadn't she seen? But she completely overlooked one thing: I was an adult. I squeezed my own penis. Because of nervousness, it was shrunk small, and Mom shaved the pubic hair around it. Some places even bled!

"Ouch, you're bleeding! Be careful, or I can do it myself." Seeing myself bleeding, all the erotic thoughts in my mind vanished.

"Everyone's waiting for you. Did you think you were getting a haircut and getting a makeover?" she said, lightly patting my penis with both hands. Perhaps my mother is more playful and open-minded; she didn't think it was a big deal for a mother to pat her son's penis. But this pat was too much for me. My initial tension had been dispelled by the playful banter, and her light pat immediately aroused me. My penis stood erect, and my hand, which had been pinching the foreskin, now gripped it from behind. My mother was momentarily at a loss. She tried to appear calm, saying, "Don't do that during the surgery, or the doctor will have to cut it off." I didn't hear a word she said; my eyes were fixed on her lips, which looked incredibly sexy after applying lipstick.

My sex drive is extremely high, and impulsively, I took a step forward. My mother probably saw my expression; she was startled, paused for a second, put the scalpel on the plate, stood up, and said, "Do it yourself, hurry up," before leaving. My mother's reaction made me feel guilty and frustrated; I felt utterly worthless, and my erection went limp. After shaving myself, I went straight to the doctor, probably feeling awkward seeing my mother. The surgery was simple, local anesthesia, and it was over in an hour.

The doctor told me the stitches would fall out on their own in about seven days, and I couldn't shower for two weeks. I staggered home. During this time, a terrifying thought lingered in my mind: I wanted to have sex with my mother! So these past few days I've been preparing, reading incest novels, watching incest movies, and reading incest comics online. I'm doing my homework. I read in a novel that mothers who are more open-minded generally don't care about incest between mother and son.

Because the son is their own, they can accept it as long as it's not told out loud. Even if the son rapes the mother, the mother won't tell out of love for her son and will silently endure it. Because I haven't experienced it myself, I believed it. I saw an article about secretly probing my mother's feelings using QQ, and I had a good idea. Because I registered my mother's QQ account, I know her account and password. My mother usually loves to chat; she often sits on the sofa after dinner and talks on her phone for hours.

Hehe, I secretly logged into my mom's QQ account and looked at her recent contacts, checking her chat history one by one to see if there were any signs that she liked chatting with young people. What I found really shocked me! My mom's chat history was full of risqué jokes. For example, if someone asked, "Little baby, how many times do you do it tonight?" my mom would reply, "You're never satisfied." But I also noticed something else: although my mom's words were quite suggestive, she would directly refuse any invitations from her online friends to go out for dinner or karaoke. It seems my mom's sex life with my uncle is incompatible, and she's seeking emotional satisfaction online. This news, coupled with the "guidance" from incest novels, boosted my confidence. That evening, my mother was chatting in the living room, and I sent her a message.

"Mom, what's up?" I was a little nervous.

"Come over here, it's obviously not good news." =. =

Uh, no one knows a child better than their mother.

"Let's talk about it here, I can't say it to you in front of you." My face actually turned red when we got to the point.

"What is it? Why are you being so mysterious? Tell me the good news, keep the bad news to yourself." My mother is really cute, at least that's what I think.

"Mom, this is good for you!"

"Good for me? Giving me some money is the best benefit!" =. = Mom, you're so materialistic. Are you a 90s kid?

"Um, how long has it been since you two did it? He's living elsewhere now. How often does he come back to do it with you?" (My uncle went to work for his brother-in-law; he runs a business in another city.)

After a half-minute silence, my mother's tone was cold. "Why are you asking this? What's it to you?" I suddenly felt a sense of retreat. But thinking about my mother's chat history, I became bolder.

"I know my uncle is different now than he was two years ago. He doesn't touch you much anymore, right?" I continued when there was no response.

"I checked your chat history on QQ this morning. Why were you talking about those things with strangers? Don't you know it hurts me? You've shattered my impression of you." I became somewhat hysterical.

"What image do I have in your heart? Does my image allow you to say such things to me?" My mother's words were sharp, leaving me speechless.

"Mom, you are the most beautiful in my heart. You are the person I love most. I know my uncle doesn't care about you anymore, I know you need things, and he's away from home for long periods now. I can meet your needs! Really," I said from the bottom of my heart. About a minute later, Mom went offline. Then I heard footsteps coming from the study and into her room. At this moment, I was actually a little angry because I read online that if a mother loves her child, she will basically agree to anything. These novels have really ruined me. Driven by my mood, I suddenly stood up and went to my mother's bedroom. My mother was a little startled by me, looking at me like I was a stranger. I said, "Don't you love me?" My mother paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts, before answering,

"Do you even know what love is?" Why do my mother's words always leave me speechless? My reasons, my courage, my thoughts—all of them have turned into a jumbled mess. My mother continued, "Do you know what you're doing? Do you know the consequences of this? I can't believe you're over 20 and still think like a child! Spend less time online. Let me tell you, if I didn't love you, your father would be next to you right now. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't have waited until you were old enough to remarry. I love you, that's why I can't do this kind of thing with you!"

I was stunned. Why? It turns out my mother wasn't disgusted by me or by our sex life. She was afraid of hurting me. Thinking of this, my blood rushed to my head, and disregarding my recently circumcised penis, I pounced on my mother. My mother hadn't expected her words to be misunderstood like this. She hesitated for a moment, then began to resist. I pinned her arms down with my hands and pressed my legs against her lower body. I kept kissing her neck, and my mother resisted fiercely, headbutting me and struggling desperately with her arms. But her lower body remained completely still. I realized then that

she was afraid of reopening my wound. Today is the fifth day after the surgery; half of the stitches have fallen out, and my penis is erect. At that moment, I didn't even think about whether I could penetrate her; I just wanted to conquer my mother. I lowered myself and rubbed against her. Even though my mother's lower body didn't move, the violent shaking of her upper body also affected her lower body. I accidentally used too much force. My penis felt like it had been pricked with a needle.

I cried out in pain, "Ah!" Seeing that I didn't move and my face was flushed red with pain, my mother actually chuckled. Seeing my mother's smiling face, I still wanted to kiss my mother's lips despite the pain. "Get lost!" My mother's face turned serious again. I guessed that my mother must have sung Peking Opera before. Her face-changing skills were superb! That yell really messed me up. Dejected, I went back to my room and quickly took off my underwear to check my penis. There was some bleeding, not much, but there were streaks of blood. A while later, I heard my mother's voice.

"Is something wrong?"

Afraid that my mother would be angry because of my antics and ignore me, I replied, "Nothing, nothing. Mom, think about what I said." There was no sound from the other end. I couldn't sleep all night. Seven days passed, and two of the injections still hadn't come in. This made me anxious; this was a lifelong issue. In a panic, my mother and I went to the hospital to see a doctor. He examined it and said, "It's nothing serious, the incision is a little split, a small cut, it's fine. It bled and scabbed over, so it hasn't fallen off yet." My mother kept glaring at me, and I felt so ashamed... Taking advantage of my inattention, the doctor used tweezers to rip the stitches off.

"Mom!" It hurt so much! My mother's face changed too, looking very distressed. The doctor said to be careful in the future, avoid intercourse for a month, and preferably not to think about anything too intense. My face flushed red again, which was rare for me.

Time flew by. A month passed in the blink of an eye, and my relationship with my mother didn't change because of that day's foolishness; a month seemed to have replaced the awkwardness of that day. Tonight, Aunt Tian, my mother's business partner, invited us out for karaoke with her son and husband. So the five of us sat in a private room. Everyone says karaoke must include drinking, and I felt this was my chance! It's been over a month, and my penis has almost fully recovered. I figured I could go in now, and a plan slowly formed in my mind. Since my mother can't sing, I had a brilliant idea.

"Let's take turns singing one song each, and whoever can't sing has to drink, okay?" I said with a mischievous grin.

"Sure, no problem!" Aunt Tian was always so generous. My mother glanced at me furtively, probably thinking, "You're ruining my life! I've wasted my life giving birth to this son."

She knew a couple of songs at first, but then she couldn't sing anymore. When it was her turn, she immediately picked up her wine glass, which secretly pleased me. Halfway through, my mother had drunk about half a bottle of red wine. Because of the aftereffects of the wine, although her face was flushed, she wasn't very drunk. Looking at my mother, I felt a strong urge. While everyone was looking at the screen, I secretly reached out my hand. The karaoke room was dimly lit, and we were sitting on the edge, so no one saw me. First, I touched my mother's waist. Her body immediately stiffened, and she turned her head, giving me a stern warning.

However, I knew that in this situation, she was only daring to warn me. I reached my hand under my mother's shirt, trying to grope her bottom from the top of her skirt. My mother, seemingly unintentionally tickling me, reached behind her and pinched my mischievous hand. I coughed loudly, and my mother immediately pulled her hand back, her lively expression gone; she was probably really angry. Seeing this, I quickly withdrew my hand.

My mother gave me a "you know what's good for you" look, which made me regretful. As she turned her head away, my shamelessness returned, and I reached my hand back in, but this time I didn't go inside her clothes; instead, I put my hand outside her skirt and touched my mother's bottom. Perhaps the mother felt that resistance was futile, so she did not make any move this time.

My hands touched slowly, sometimes grabbing, sometimes caressing, sometimes gently twirling. Slowly the position went lower and lower, and my mother's face became more and more flushed. When the aunt reaches the climax of a song. Everyone applauded, and my mother made a move that I still can't understand. She sat back while applauding. You must know that my hand was immediately touching my mother's pussy. She moved back just enough for me to hit the target. But my mother's face was still so flushed that I couldn't tell why. I don’t know if my mother felt uncomfortable because my hand touched her butt, or if she condoned my behavior. I slowly touched my mother's pussy through her skirt and panties.

I think the alcohol was kicking in, and Mom started to let loose. There were five people in two families in the house; one family of three was happily singing, while my mother and I were doing something that would make anyone blush. They didn't notice at all that Mom was half-asleep, enjoying herself, with that unfocused, dreamy look in her eyes. Actually, I'd only moved my hand a few times when I felt my skirt get wet. Although Mom was enjoying herself, she was still a strong woman, and even in the heat of passion, she maintained her composure. She knew that if I let her continue, her skirt would be soaked, and she wouldn't be able to get out. She turned her head and gave me a look that said, "Stop now." I understood, and withdrew my hand. I deliberately spilled water on my hand while drinking, and then licked it a couple of times with my tongue.

When Mom saw me lift my foot, she stepped on my toes with her heel. It hurt terribly. But she had a smug look on her face. Of course, Aunt Tian and her family didn't see our little stunt. That night, we sang for a full four hours. Why "full"? Because Aunt Tian, like Mom, is a businesswoman—shrewd and calculating, timing it perfectly. When we got to the front desk, the receptionist smiled at us and said, "If you come out half a minute late, you'll have to pay for an extra hour." Because karaoke charges by the hour.

If you sing for one hour and one minute, you have to pay for two hours. Four hours of singing left me hoarse, but I was very happy, not because of the singing. It was because of my mother on my back; she was drunk and asleep. Her little mouth kept making smacking noises. She was probably thirsty after drinking. I really wanted to put my penis inside her and have her suck it, licking the glans with her little tongue. Getting a taxi at night is actually easier than during the day, even though there are fewer cars. But

there are even fewer people trying to hail a taxi. Aunt Tian gave me a few instructions, closed the door, and let us go home. Because my mother was unconscious, she leaned against me, and we sat in the back. The taxis here have metal plates separating the front and back compartments, so the driver can't see below our chests. This was my perfect opportunity; I'd only touched her through her skirt before, this time I'd have to put my hand inside. I gently slipped my hand inside, my heart pounding when I touched the pubic hair.

Moving downwards, I finally reached the steaming vulva. The area around it was already soaked with fluid, feeling like touching oil. The labia were tender, but why were they engorged? What was Mom dreaming about? I gently teased it, inserting a finger. Wow… it was slippery and hot inside, and it felt like it was sucking my finger in—not sucking it inwards, but rather like it was stuck to the vaginal walls. Just then, Mom grabbed my mischievous hand. I thought she had woken up and was going to stop me, but instead, in her dream, she was slowly rubbing my hand against hers.

Was Mom masturbating in her dream? When we got home, I didn't brush my teeth or shower; I just carried my mother to the bed. Because I'd been masturbating her for so long, I was bursting with pent-up energy. I bent down and pulled off her underwear, which was completely soaked and smelled strangely fishy and pungent. I pushed her shirt up to her chest, pulled down my pants, and looked at my throbbing, red-hot penis. I knew no one could stop me today. My mother was lying sprawled on the edge of the bed, and I stood on the floor, looking at her muddy genitals. I gently took her ankles and lifted them onto my shoulders.

Looking at my mother's delicate feet, I couldn't help but kiss her toes. They say that if you love someone, you love everything about them, and that's true. Looking at my mother's little feet, they were so captivating that I forgot about penetrating her and started rubbing them while standing. Gently licking my mother's fair, jade-like feet, I heard her moan softly.

This discovery was alarming—her feet were my mother's sensitive area! If my mother were conscious, she would definitely be ashamed to let me know her sensitive area and would hold back her moans. Thinking of this, I couldn't hold back any longer. With my right hand, I grasped both her feet simultaneously, and with my left hand, I guided my penis inside. My mother was very wet, and my penis entered without any obstruction. With a soft "oh," I knew that from this day forward, my feelings for my mother would never be the same again. My mother's vagina was very tight and hot inside; my penis felt like it was melting inside. There was also an itchy sensation on the glans, as if my mother was tickling me. I almost ejaculated as soon as I entered. The only drawback was that my mother's vagina was short; it felt like I reached the very depths of her flower when I penetrated.

It's easy to imagine that if the movements were rough or the thrusting was vigorous, my mother would definitely experience pain, and how could I bear to? Even though Mom wasn't able to have sex today, I couldn't thrust too hard. After all, the incision site couldn't be penetrated too violently. So, I held Mom's ankles with my right hand, leaned forward, and gently thrust with my left hand supporting her waist. Mom seemed to feel it in her sleep, moaning softly.

After about 10 minutes of gentle thrusting, the movement felt a bit stiff, so I turned Mom over so she was lying on her side. Mom wasn't conscious at the moment, and when she lay on her side, she always tended to fall to one side. I had no choice but to use my right hand to support her body, and with my left hand, I gently stroked her anus while thrusting. This position felt incredibly good on my penis; the pleasurable sensation shot straight to my head.

I was about to ejaculate! I quickly flipped my mother over, this time pressing down on her, pinning her legs against her large breasts, and using my tongue to pry open her lips. The moment my tongue touched hers, the soft touch combined with the aroma of red wine and saliva in her mouth made me thrust forward with all my might, ejaculating with a hiss. My mother let out a soft "ah," and I wondered if she had reached orgasm. At that moment, I couldn't help but think of Aunt Tian; I wondered what her and her husband's expressions would be if they knew my mother and I were having sex.

Afterwards, I went to the bathroom to get a towel to help my mom tidy up. Halfway through wiping, it suddenly occurred to me that even if I cleaned it up, my mom would definitely know what I had done. So I decided to just leave it there and be honest about my actions, and tell her that I didn't regret it! My mom didn't wake up that night. I stayed up all night waiting for her to get water if she got thirsty in the middle of the night. Around 6 a.m., I got dressed and went out to buy breakfast. Just as I got downstairs, I received a text message. It was from my mom, saying, "Don't come back yet." I pondered the meaning of her words. Did she mean I should leave and not come back? Or should I buy breakfast and wait for her to clean up before going back? True to my thick skin, I completely believed the latter, so I bought breakfast and went straight back.

When I got home, Mom was taking a shower. Ugh. I'd been gone for about 20 minutes. You took a 20-minute shower? Do you think I'm dirty? (Later I found out Mom had been secretly masturbating.) After showering, Mom came out naked, and her words made me almost spit out my drink. When she came over for dinner, her face was expressionless, neither happy nor sad. She didn't cry or show any grief as others might say. It was as if she knew this day would come and had been fully prepared.

From dinner until she left, we didn't exchange a single word. We didn't look at each other, very tacitly. I thought to myself, I'm a man, I should take the initiative. My mother came home early that evening, probably because my situation had distracted her. I secretly bought 21 roses, representing my love and apology, and placed them in the closet in the study. After my mother went into the bedroom, I walked in with the roses, humming the wedding march. My mother looked at me calmly, as if watching a joke. My passion instantly froze. I handed her the flowers, but she didn't even look at them and put them on the kitchen table. I sat down, ready to touch my mother. Her words filled me with fear: "Are you going to rape me again?" I looked at my mother, at a loss for words. This shouldn't be happening. Didn't the things I read online say that after the first time, it's easier the second time?

Two weeks passed in this relationship, and I thought my penis was completely healed. I desperately needed to release tension; I had stopped masturbating after having sex with my mother once. Now I really wanted to find a woman to release my pent-up desire. Of course, I wouldn't dare touch my mother, so I decided to go to a prostitute that night. There was a foot massage and bathhouse downstairs from my apartment. Around 10 pm, I sneaked out of the house and went downstairs into a bathhouse. Being a naive first-timer, I immediately asked if I wanted to find a prostitute.

The girl across from me hesitated for a moment, then said, "Oh, 50 yuan a time, 300 yuan for the whole night." I thought the girl was pretty and had a good figure. I thought, "Only 50 yuan? That's so cheap!" But after I went inside, the girl left. A woman walked in—a woman whose looks were both disgraceful to the audience and disgraceful to the Party—and I immediately tensed up. No way… that was exciting enough, but the next one sent chills down my spine! I heard my mother's voice outside. "Ah Kun, come out here!" I shakily went out, and my mother's expression told me of her disappointment in me.

Back home, we sat on the sofa, and my mother asked, "How many times?" "The first time didn't work…" I said dejectedly… "Oh? So you want to try a few more times?" I didn't dare answer. "You're something else! You raped me first, then went to a prostitute! What wouldn't you do? How old are you?" For some reason, when I heard about raping her, I didn't feel the fear I had before, but rather a surge of anger. "I clearly love you, can't I just show it? Don't you feel it?" I exploded! Mom looked at me without saying a word. Fueled by anger, I shoved Mom onto the sofa and forcefully pulled down her long skirt. Mom didn't make a sound, only resisted fiercely.

I looked up and saw the curtains weren't drawn yet. I forcefully tore a hole in Mom's underwear, not caring if she would run away, and stood up straight, walking towards the window. Mom didn't know what I was going to do, thinking I was going to jump, and she jumped up too. "What are you doing?" Huh? Haha, I just wanted to draw the curtains, I didn't expect my mom to be so concerned about me even while I was "raping" her. I gave her a look of utter despair and turned to draw the curtains... but my mom was stunned. You were pulling my clothes off halfway and then ran off to draw the curtains?

I turned around and hugged my mom, pressing her down on the sofa. My mom started resisting fiercely again, and now I completely took her resistance as a different kind of expression of my desire to make love to her. I pushed my mom onto the sofa, so that her back was facing me, and with a gentle thrust, my entire penis was inside her. Actually, she was already incredibly wet down there. Although she didn't approve verbally, physically, or emotionally, the fact that she was so wet from just a few struggles and shoves without any caresses spoke volumes. My mother's right hand continued to pound my hips, while her left hand gripped the back of the sofa. She knelt on the sofa in front of me, her buttocks slightly raised. The moisture from my mother's vagina clung to my penis, making a squelching sound with each thrust. Combined with the soft slapping sounds from her right hand, a unique symphony played out in the living room.

At first, I used a doggy-style position, supporting my mother's hips and pushing and pulling. Later, I pressed my chest against her back, kneading her breasts with both hands. Because my entire body was focused on her, she could no longer "caress" my hips. She held onto the sofa, pressing her buttocks against my penis, and I thrust in and out in a dog-dog position. My mother finally couldn't resist the stimulation and let out soft moans, though not loudly. But with our heads close together, I could hear them clearly, which made me thrust even more violently. We did this for a while, and it felt incredibly exhausting; both my mother and I were completely worn out. I patted my mom's bottom and got up to lie down next to her.

My mom opened her eyes, looked at me sideways, and sat down with her back to me. This filled me with a sense of accomplishment; my mom was mine. My bottom was on the edge of the sofa with my legs bent, while my mom sat directly on my penis with both legs on the ground. The initial shock only increased my fighting spirit, but knowing my mom's intentions, I remained completely still. My mom, sitting on my penis, seeing that I hadn't moved for a while, gently tapped my knees below the knees with her hand and turned to stare at me. The lights in our house were dim, and seeing the fluorescent glow on my mother's back, and the beads of sweat on her forehead from the earlier stimulation, I almost couldn't resist thrusting in and out.

Seeing that I still ignored her, my mother, as if in a huff, reached behind her back and pinched my stomach, while gently swaying her hips. The movement was very slow, and each time my mother arched back, it was accompanied by a soft sigh. She seemed to be enjoying it. This movement made the squelching sounds at the junction of our penises and labia even louder. I mischievously lifted my mother's buttocks with my hand to look at the area where our bodies met; it was glistening with moisture, like honey under the yellow light. My mother's hands, which were supporting her knees, suddenly reached behind her back and tried to slap my hand away.

This action was accompanied by a loud "Ah!" from my mother, and I groaned in pleasure as well. My mother was already very tired, struggling to support herself with both hands, and now that one hand had slapped away the large hand lifting her buttocks, my penis plunged into her vagina. This action fascinated me. I reached out with both hands and lifted my mother's buttocks. My mother seemed to know what I was going to do and did not stop me, obediently rising up. Then I released my hands, and my mother would cry out "Ah!"

Perhaps my mother's vagina was too short, and the movements were too stimulating. After a few moments, she couldn't take it anymore and lay on top of me. My hands were on her breasts, kneading her two large orbs. My mother's hands also moved up, helping me find her most comfortable spots. After a while, my mother's body suddenly stiffened and convulsed. I felt her genitals rhythmically sucking on my penis; the feeling was incredibly pleasurable, and I could feel the vaginal walls becoming more moist.

My mother had another orgasm! She convulsed like this for a while, seemingly exhausted. I felt incredibly sorry for her. So I pulled my penis out and let Mom lie on top of me, using my hands to hold her body so she wouldn't roll off. Mom turned her head to find my mouth, and I pressed it to hers. We kissed, but Mom didn't seem very good at kissing; her tongue always felt stiff when we touched. Mom pushed my head away with her head and whispered, "Not going to ejaculate?" "Mom's tired, I can't bear to, it doesn't matter whether I ejaculate or not," I said shamelessly sweetly.

"Hmph! You stinking thing, trying to say nice things!" Mom stood up. I thought she was going to take a shower and get dressed, but instead, she walked forward on the sofa. As she did so, some love juice dripped from her labia onto the sofa. Mom quickly squatted down to wipe it. "Oh dear, this is hard to wipe when it's dry!" As soon as Mom squatted down, her alluring vulva immediately opened, and I could just see what was inside. After wiping, Mom went to turn off the light. Why turn off the light? I had already drawn the curtains! Due to the sudden darkness causing temporary blindness, I couldn't see what my mother was doing.

I only felt someone lean over my lap, and then, a penis entered a warm, moist embrace. The dark, damp, and warm environment felt completely different from the vagina. There was even a little sprite inside, seemingly teasing her older brother. The thought of my mother giving me oral sex made my blood boil instantly, a sudden surge of pleasure causing me to ejaculate. I held onto my mother's head tightly. She hadn't expected my sudden ejaculation, and with the restraints on her back, she was hit squarely, swallowing most of the semen, leaving a small portion in her mouth. I said, "Drink it all, I've already drunk some." This seemed to anger my mother, who stood up and tried to shove it into my mouth. "Damn it!" I dashed away and went to the bathroom to shower.

Later, I heard my mother's muffled laughter, as if she were shouting something. That night, we slept embracing like a married couple. I woke up early in the morning, looking at my erect penis, and tried to insert it into my mother's vagina. Unexpectedly, my mother kicked me off the bed. "Get out! Do you know this is incest? How many more times do you want to do it?" My God, yesterday we were acting like a married couple, even seeming to be more intense than me. And this morning you're turning on me? Are you a devil or a mischievous little sprite? I roared to the heavens!

That evening, I was playing on the computer in my room when my mother knocked on the door and came in. "What's up? You don't need to knock before coming into my room anymore. We're husband and wife, there are no secrets between us. And just say what you want to say, I'm playing games, I don't have time to chat with you." I replied without turning my head. "Okay." My mother didn't seem angry at what I said, so I turned around curiously. "What's wrong? You seem troubled?" My mother seemed a little hesitant, opening her mouth twice but saying nothing. "What is it? We're an old married couple." I was a little shameless, thinking we were an old married couple after only two times. "Get out of here! Here, take this!"

*Thump*, she threw a box on my table. I was playing games and didn't have time to see what it was. Seeing that I ignored her, she angrily hit me on the head. I pretended to cry out, "Ouch...it hurts so much!" Mom walked away speechlessly. When I turned my gaze to the table, I couldn't play the game anymore. A box of condoms lay there quietly. It said, "Durex, Dearest." Staring at the box of condoms, my eyes widened, and I gently picked it up. I immediately thought of Mom's private parts. My penis instantly sprang to attention. I hurriedly opened the package,

grabbed one, and rushed into Mom's bedroom. Mom was lying on the bed playing cards on her phone. When she saw me holding a condom, she just stared at me without saying a word. Mom always restrains me; with her just staring like that, I felt completely helpless. My original intention of coming in and having a three-hundred-round battle with Mom vanished into thin air. The awkward situation was briefly salvaged by a comment from a mobile game: "Hurry up, I'm getting impatient!" We both burst out laughing. "

Alright, better to be smart than polite." I was about to get ready, but Mom kicked me again just as I reached the bedside. Just like that morning. "Oh my god, I can't control you!" I threw my condom on the bed and started a battle for control with Mom. Of course, Mom's resistance was always symbolic. I used my right hand to hold Mom's hands down, making her lie face down and pressing her onto the bed. Now I only had my left hand left, but how could I put my condom on with one hand? Mother and son seemed to understand each other perfectly; knowing I was facing a problem, he actually started humming a little tune? There was no other way. I used my teeth to pry it open, and after a flurry of activity,

I finally managed to put the condom on. At this point, Mom was lying face down on the bed with her legs together, her hands restrained by me. I used my hands to spread Mom's legs apart and slowly inserted my penis. Good heavens, it was so tight! Mom's position made it impossible for me to move an inch. After finally inserting it all the way in, I dared not move. The lubricant on the condom wasn't enough. Mom's vagina wasn't very wet either, and any sudden thrusting would definitely make her uncomfortable. So I released Mom's hands, got up, and straddled her buttocks.

This position was exactly like riding a motorcycle. Once Mom's hands were free, she started causing trouble. Because I was straddling her, my upper body upright, and my legs were right next to her hands, she kept pinching me hard.

Ouch, it hurt! She really didn't hold back! Watch my special move. I looked back for Mom's little feet, found my target, and gently pinched them. She immediately went limp, and her pinching grip on me weakened. She buried her head in the pillow and pretended to be dead. After gently stroking her for a while, I could feel her vagina overflowing with love juice. Having received permission, I naturally started to act. The tight feeling made me ejaculate after only a short while of thrusting. Mom said softly, "Throw away the condom, it's so uncomfortable." Haha. Hearing that, I knew Mom was gone and my wife was back.

Life had to go on, and Mom and I continued our simple life. We made love once or twice a week. Any more than that, and Mom wouldn't allow it. And each time, she would resist a little, then we would cooperate perfectly. I don't know why, but I couldn't live without Mom's little resistance; it always added to our intimacy, giving me a strange feeling.

Mom didn't moan much, which really annoyed me. I so wanted her to scream "Ahhh!" under me, but no matter what tricks I used, no matter how vigorously I thrust, she only made soft, nasal moans. If it weren't for that first drunken outburst, I wouldn't even know his sensitive spots were on his feet.

I learned that my uncle was coming back today and arranged a game. This game was a game between my mother and me. That night, I secretly put sleeping pills in my uncle's water glass (he needs to drink water with his meals). At 11 pm, I opened their bedroom door, and my mother was startled. She turned around and glared at me angrily. I smiled easily, "Mom, I gave him sleeping pills, hehe." "Ah? You, are you trying to kill me?" My mother calmed down a little after hearing this. "Mom, I don't want him to have sex with you anymore. Wouldn't it be better if you divorced?" I pleaded. "Oh, you don't have to do this. Actually, your uncle had a tumor in his testicle last year and had it removed." "What?" This was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for me. It turned out that their month-long trip last year wasn't a honeymoon; they had secretly gone to have him operated on.

"Then why don't you divorce him? He can't satisfy you anymore. I don't want to share you with him," I said anxiously. "Actually, sometimes marriage is not what you think. Two people love each other." Suddenly my mother became charming. "It's not a bad thing if I don't divorce him. Isn't it because you are my enemy? It's just a cover for you! Why do you think I asked you to wear a condom? Isn't it because I'm afraid of getting pregnant! If he is healthy, what can he do to you to conceive a child?" I laughed secretly in my heart. Mom is really open-minded, and that's right. At this time, the eyes he looked at his mother became hot, "Mom, he is asleep, let's do it gently, shall we?" This time, my mother completely let go, without resisting, and gently lifted up her towel and "come in." As if granted a royal decree, I took off my underwear and climbed inside.

My mother touched my penis and gently kissed my lips. This was the first time my mother had been so proactive with me, and I was a little overwhelmed. I didn't know what to do next. My mother chuckled at my reaction. "Hehe," I grinned foolishly. My mother rolled over, pulled her underwear down halfway, and wiggled her hips to signal me to go in. I touched it with my hand, and sure enough, my manhood was overflowing. With a thrust, I found my little nest.

My uncle was asleep next to me; although he had taken sleeping pills, I still didn't dare to make any big movements. Soon I realized it was too hot, I was covered in sweat. I had my mother lie down on the edge of the bed, and I raised my legs, assuming the same position as the first time I drugged and raped her. This time, it was different. The two different sensations filled me with pride. I whispered in my mother's ear, "Mom, you know what? The first time I made love with you, it was in this position. You slept so soundly, letting me do whatever I wanted."

"Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm. What woman can sleep while being penetrated? Actually, I woke up halfway through... mmm, mmm..." Ah! It turned out Mom was awake at the time. Knowing this, my penis got even harder. I asked, "So you let me penetrate you on purpose? You're so lewd! Did you enjoy it the first time?" I also learned that if Mom opened her mouth, she couldn't help but moan. "Hmm, hmm, I don't know. Ah. Ah. Gently." I deliberately thrust harder when Mom was speaking, and sure enough, it did. These two pieces of information amplified my lust, and I felt a surge of contempt looking at my uncle sleeping next to me. I suddenly picked up Mom and made her stand next to my uncle.

"What are you doing?" "Mom, you stand on top of him. He took the medicine and won't wake up." Mom resisted a little, but she couldn't resist my insistence and did as I said. She stood with her feet on her uncle's waist, arching her back and holding onto the headboard with both hands. I stood behind her, supporting her waist and thrusting hard, making a "plop plop" sound. After a few dozen thrusts, I couldn't hold back any longer, grabbed my mother's waist, and pushed hard against her buttocks, ejaculating. "Oh no, we didn't use a condom!" my mother exclaimed. Haha, I forgot, I was so focused on my uncle that I forgot to use a condom, and I guess my mother did too. But it felt so good, the most enjoyable of my limited experience with internal ejaculation. Because there was an audience below.

The next day, my mother was going to the mall to buy clothes, but my uncle said he was tired and wanted to rest, so I had to accompany her. My driver's license hadn't been checked yet, so I had to take the bus (taxis are incredibly scarce here, almost impossible to hail). Actually, I took the bus intentionally because I'd read online that having sex on a bus is amazing, and I wanted to try it. But when I actually had the chance, I realized it was completely impossible. Even though it was crowded, having sex on the bus was out of the question. Anyone sitting down would see us immediately, and the smell of arousal would be hard to dissipate. So, I ended up just rubbing against my mom for a while, making her face flush red.

People probably think we're in a relationship where the woman is older. Today, Mom wore black stockings and a professional outfit. She looked like a young white-collar worker, very alluring. I dressed more maturely; we both planned it so people would think we were a couple, not mother and son. Entering the mall, it was truly opulent; an ordinary person walking inside would definitely feel ashamed. Around noon, it was already very crowded. Mom saw a pair of pants she liked and wanted to try them on. At that moment, she said to me, "Honey, come in and hold my clothes; they're hard to take off." Of course, I knew what Mom was up to.

I followed her inside amidst the surprised looks of the staff. Because of the large crowd, the staff went to attend to other customers after seeing us changing. My mother immediately tried to take off her skirt as soon as she came in, but I stopped her. "Don't take it off," I said, putting on a condom and pushing her skirt up to her waist, pulling her black stockings down to her buttocks. I was about to mount her, gun in hand.

"What are you doing!" she cried. "You let me in, didn't you?" "I asked you to help me with my clothes, okay?" "Then call me 'husband,' it's making me all itchy." My mother had no reply, so she just leaned against the door, sticking her buttocks out. I let out a cold snort! From slow thrusting to intense accompaniment, the surging crowd outside... gave me immense mental and spiritual satisfaction.

During this time, people kept knocking on the door asking if anyone was home. My mother couldn't make a sound; if she spoke, she would only moan. So I had to answer. The customers outside were puzzled; why was there a man in the women's dressing room?

Inside, my mother and I were having a wild, passionate lovemaking session. My 169cm tall mother had very long and beautiful legs, and her black stockings made me unable to resist touching them. I thrust in and out while caressing her beautiful legs. But my mother had so much love fluid that it flowed all over her stockings, so I had no choice but to take them off.

I tossed the stockings aside, held one of my mother's legs, and while sucking and licking her calf, I gently stirred it. At this moment, my mother was supporting one leg while the other remained upright. Because of the overflowing vaginal fluid, there were three or four streaks of fluid on her upright leg, one of which was already dried, with the fluid running down to her heels. After a frenzied thrusting, my mother came out with her clothes. Seeing the sales clerk's ambiguous expression, my mother and I lowered our heads, paid, and ran away. "Oh, how embarrassing! They definitely knew we were having sex in the changing room." "Yeah, but they definitely don't know it was your son and your mother having sex in the changing room," I laughed. My mother angrily punched me.

Back home, my uncle was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and his seat was exactly where my mother and I had been having sex. I gave my mom a suggestive look, and she gave me a look that was overflowing with love. "I'm going to play some cards," Mom grumbled, because the computer was basically my personal property, and Mom could only get access by striking first. I sat in the room, bored, and a stimulating scene came to mind.

I sneaked into the study and walked up behind my mom. "Mom, stand up," I whispered. "What are you doing?" The mother and son acted like thieves. "Take off your pants, hurry up." "Ah, are you trying to get yourself killed? Your uncle is outside, and we just did it once today! It's not good for your health." "It's okay, Mom, I've already put on a condom, look."

Mom turned around and saw it. Sure enough, the veins on my penis were bulging, and the condom was gleaming. "Hey, stop messing around," Mom stood up, pulled down her pants, and turned up the volume of the card game music.

"You play yours, I'll play mine," I muttered lewdly. "You little rascal." Mom indeed got into it. She played the game while I watched, thrusting in and out from behind. I thrust quickly every time Mom played a card, because the music from the computer masked her moans. She played for a few rounds before I ejaculated, probably because it was too exciting. My uncle said from the living room, "Keep it down, the upstairs neighbors are coming down to find you." Mom and I exchanged a smile and turned the stereo off.

A few days later, my driver's license arrived by mail. I've been practicing driving at home these past few days, so I haven't had much time to make love with my mom. That evening, Mom was playing mahjong and wouldn't be home until late, so I volunteered to drive to pick her up. After two days of practice, I wasn't too rusty anymore. When I arrived at the building where Mom was playing mahjong, it was already past 10 pm. After waiting a while, I saw Mom come downstairs with two elderly women. Although they were all about the same age, Mom looked so out of place with them; she was so young and alluring. The aunt next to me saw me waiting downstairs and joked, "No wonder you look so young; having such a good son saves you so much worry." I thought to myself, "Your son fucks you every night. You look radiant too."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, I took my mother home. Actually, my mother didn't trust my driving skills and held onto the door handle the whole way. I found it amusing and deliberately slammed on the brakes, making her face turn pale with fright.

"Are you trying to kill yourself? Be careful," I said casually. "Mom, it's been several days." "What do you mean, several days?" My mother asked, puzzled. "It's been several days since we made love, and I'm thinking about it." "You little rascal, did you use a condom?" My mother rolled her eyes at me. "Yes, hehe," I said triumphantly. "Let's find a hotel." "What hotel? There's a grove over there." "Are you a savage? Doing it in the woods?" My mother scolded me. We had driven to the vicinity of the grove. After parking the car, I couldn't wait to kiss my mother, and she responded.

I touched her favorite spot with my hand, and then my little hand slipped inside her pants to explore. Although I'd been having sex with my mother for almost a year, I was still very aroused every time we made love. I pulled the seat back and pulled my penis out, saying, "Here's the condom? Put this on." I took it out of my pocket and gave it to her. She glanced at me, then put the condom to her mouth and put it on for me with her mouth. Ah, so good. I thought my mother would lick it, but she just gave my glans a light kiss and then sat down. When you see our car from outside, it's definitely swaying because Mom's movements are so exaggerated. She's probably missed me so much these past few days; her movements are quite dramatic, and I'm enjoying it, lying on the car seat.

I watch as her labia, sticky with her vaginal fluid, drips down as she moves. Soon, my lower abdomen is wet. Mom is definitely the wettest; every time we make love, the sheets are soaked, and both of our legs are covered in her fluid. Because of the vigorous movements and the cramped car, the condom slipped off quickly, revealing it was full of Mom's fluid. Mom panicked, what should we do? Halfway through, seeing Mom struggling with her decision, I didn't hesitate. I took off the condom and thrust upwards, hitting her right in the clitoris. Mom thought about it and didn't care anymore. The squelching sounds of her juices filled the entire carriage, carrying a fishy smell. Wearing a condom and not wearing one felt different; the feeling of skin-to-skin with Mom was undoubtedly the most pleasurable. I opened the car door and went straight into Mom, walking into the woods. I placed her on a large rock; the woods were very dark at this time. I could only see a blurry shadow through the moonlight, which made the tactile stimulation even more intense. For some reason, Mom groaned loudly this time. Every time I pulled out, she would let out a whoosh, and when I thrust in, she would let out a loud moan.

My mother lay there on the rock, and I gripped her shoulders with my hands to ensure I could thrust fully. This was undoubtedly the most uninhibited my mother had ever been; her moans echoed throughout the forest, and she would murmur softly as cars passed by. I ejaculated all my semen inside her, and she said seductively, "Husband, I want more, want to do it again?" This was the second time my mother had called me "husband," and I was incredibly excited, my penis erect and pointing at her. Because of the abundant lubrication from her vagina, I suddenly wanted to have anal sex with her. I gently poked her anus with my finger, and her little anus shyly contracted.

I asked, "Mom, is this okay?" "It's dirty, let's do it later. After we clean up," Mom pleaded, almost like she was begging her lover. "Just today, I'm not afraid, Mom, it's all clean." I used my hand to pull out the semen and vaginal fluid from Mom's body; it flowed automatically onto her anus. Mom still seemed unwilling, dodging left and right. I gently stroked Mom's little feet with one hand, and with the other, I brought her feet to my mouth and sucked on them. I pushed forward little by little, and Mom seemed to groan in pain. When it was fully inserted, Mom cried out loudly, "Ahhh!" seemingly both in pain and pleasure. But I felt something completely different. My mother's rectum enveloped me very tightly, and every time she convulsed in pain, I felt a surge of pleasure that made me want to ejaculate. My mother's vagina was originally quite short, so my penis couldn't be fully inserted.

But when I inserted it into my mother's anus, I made a new discovery. The feeling of it being fully inserted, and the wriggling sensation, opened up a whole new world for me.

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