An experience with my mom

Sitting in front of the television, watching the images flashing across the screen, I felt uneasy. In fact, I was worried about my mother.

It was already two in the morning, but my mother still hadn't come home. I glanced at my watch, sighed,

and my anxiety intensified. Lately, my mother had been coming home very late. I knew she was lonely. Since my father passed away two years ago, she had grieved for a whole year. After that, she had changed drastically, becoming more withdrawn and developing an alcoholism, which explained her frequent nighttime outings.

Recently, the situation had worsened; she was coming home later and later, often past midnight. I remember a few years ago, I would sometimes go out to parties and come home late. My worried mother would always stay up all night waiting for me to come home safely. Now, I'm nineteen, and it's my turn to wait for my mother to

come home late. As for why I'm not in bed yet, the reason is simple: I just got home from a date with my girlfriend Jessica, which was a complete failure. Sometimes, I even think that dating Jessica was a mistake. It's not that I don't like her, but Jessica is too conservative.

We've been dating for a while, but we're only at the stage of holding hands and kissing. Although we love each other, when I want to take it further, Jessica is unwilling to rush things. Tonight, I made my advances again, but was rejected once more, leaving me feeling disappointed. Lying on the sofa, reflecting on the failed date, my unfulfilled desires made me increasingly restless and anxious.

Just as I was drifting off to sleep, a "click" from the door startled me awake. I quickly sat up and looked towards the door.

"Mom, is that you?" I asked, but there was no reply.

Because the lights weren't on, one end of the living room was dark, and I couldn't clearly see who was at the door.

Walking to the slightly ajar door, in the light filtering through the crack, I recognized the person lying on the floor as my still-radiant mother.

"Oh, Mom..." I sighed, reaching under her armpits to help her to her room.

She had clearly drunk quite a bit, completely unconscious. I dragged her back to her bed. As I did this, with my arm under her armpits, her already revealing top was torn open in the tug-of-war, exposing her left breast when I laid her flat on the bed. Clearly, she wasn't wearing a bra again; her full, white breast was exposed, the prominent brown areola on her high nipple standing out sharply.

My gaze was involuntarily drawn to my mother's beautiful breasts, and the sweet memory of suckling at her full, juicy breasts as a child resurfaced in my mind. A strange feeling quietly grew within me, and I felt my lower body begin to erect.

Oh, damn it, she's my mother! How could I…

But despite my thoughts, I unconsciously lowered my head, bringing my eyes closer to look at what I considered to be the most beautiful thing in the world—

my mother's breasts. They were large and white, the snow-white skin standing out brilliantly against the brown areolas. My mother's areolas were also large, their brownish hue quite alluring, and the equally brown nipples atop them were rather long, trembling slightly in the cold night air. Upon closer inspection, one could clearly discern the finely textured pores at the tips of her nipples—the source of my mother's sweet milk, which I loved to suckle as a child.

Watching my mother sleep soundly, a wicked desire quietly rose within me. After confirming that my mother was completely unconscious, I slowly opened my mouth and carefully took her soft nipple into my mouth, gently sucking on her lovely nipple, trying to relive the sweet and warm feeling of lying in my mother's arms as a child, crying for milk. As I suckled, I felt my mother's nipple unconsciously harden and become incredibly firm.

Seeing that my mother showed no signs of waking up, I became much bolder, and simply reached out and pulled off my mother's clothes, exposing her right breast, and then, as if possessed, began to suckle at my mother's breast.

My actions were frantic, but I dared not be too unrestrained, lest I wake my mother. My lips kissed my mother's full breasts, my tongue tracing the smooth curves of her skin, tracing the rounded lines of her chest. Every now and then, I would take her nipple into my mouth, gently grinding the base of her breast with my teeth while sucking hard, savoring its smoothness and softness.

As a result of my efforts, my mother's nipples began to swell and harden, a physiological response I knew was her body responding to my actions.

If I hadn't failed to sleep with my girlfriend tonight, I would have been content with simply suckling my mother's breasts. But because of the failed date, the suppressed desire within me began to swell. I needed a more direct release. Since my mother was also a woman, and had completely lost consciousness, she wouldn't stop me from doing whatever I wanted.

I carefully took off my mother's clothes, completely exposing her body. To my surprise, she wasn't wearing any underwear. Looking at my mother's naked, beautiful body, I felt my blood rushing through my veins, and my penis instantly became erect and fully hard.

I lowered my head and kissed my way down my mother's full breasts, past her lower abdomen, her navel, until I stopped between her legs in her most private area.

Carefully observing my mother's beautiful vulva, which she would never normally open to me, I tried to find traces of my own birth.

My mother's vulva was unusually full; her plump mons pubis protruded slightly, forming a gentle curve, but thick, dark pubic hair covered most of her genitals, preventing me from seeing more details.

I reached out and carefully parted the pubic hair covering my mother's vulva, revealing her mature vulva completely before my eyes. I could clearly see, shrouded in thick pubic hair, two plump labia tightly closed, forming a deep slit. The dark red slit stretched a long way, completely enveloping the forbidden world within. Without exploration, I knew I would never uncover its secrets.

I knew this was my mother's vaginal entrance; I had come into this world from this very place, but I had never imagined that one day I would be able to observe the place where I was born at such close range.

I remember many of my friends talking to me about their mothers; they told me that they all wanted to have sex with their mothers, but had never had the opportunity. Back then, hearing those words only filled me with disgust. I couldn't imagine that a son could be so inhuman, so depraved as to want to have sex with the mother he should respect most. But now, with my chance, and in this environment, I understand that a son's love for his mother is far more than just the pure attachment of childhood.

I slowly bent down and extended my tongue to lick my mother's tightly closed vulva. My tongue parted her plump labia, skillfully licking back and forth along the inner walls. In just a moment, my mother's vulva began to secrete a slippery fluid. The warm, lustful fluid soaked my tongue, and the tingling sensation excited me immensely.

Mom was ready; she was already wet! It was me who made it! The thought of making love with Mom soon made my heart pound even harder.

I climbed on top of her, positioned myself between her open legs, and, with my erect penis, forcefully thrust it into her wet opening.

My penis slid smoothly into her vagina, slowly pushing inward.

Oh, Mom's vagina is so tight! When her narrow opening gripped my penis tightly, a strong urge to ejaculate made me almost ejaculate on the spot.

Before this, I had never had sex with another girl, but the incomparably wonderful feeling of inserting my penis into my mother's vagina was something I could never have imagined a thousand times before. I thrust my hips hard, trying my best to push my penis deep into my mother's vagina, experiencing the ecstatic pleasure of being tightly surrounded by my mother's hot vagina.

When my penis was successfully inserted to the end, the physical and psychological satisfaction almost made me collapse. Oh, I am one with my mother!

I tried my best to suppress the increasingly strong impulse in my heart, and began to pull my penis out, and when it was close to the entrance of my vagina, I quickly pushed it back into my mother's body, and so on, and began the intense piston-like movement.

At the same time, my hands weren't idle either. One hand grasped my mother's firm, full breasts, kneading them vigorously in rhythm with my thrusts. My lips also kissed her soft, red lips, thirstily sucking her sweet saliva.

As if rewarding my hard work, my mother's body reacted incredibly strongly to my actions. With each powerful thrust, my mother's vagina contracted intensely, gripping my penis tightly, making every friction between our genitals exceptionally intense. The resulting immense pleasure almost caused this novice to completely lose his composure.

My mother's long, slender legs unknowingly wrapped around my waist, and with the rhythm of my penetration, she moved her lower body unconsciously to meet my intrusion, making our union even deeper and more intimate.

I had never experienced such intense sexual pleasure before, especially since my first time was with my own mother.

Oh, my mother was my first woman!

Every time I thought of this, an extremely lewd and trembling pleasure would drive me to thrust my penis even more wildly into my mother's hot, wet vagina, fully experiencing the passionate enjoyment of incest between mother and son.

However, somewhat regrettably, for a young man like me experiencing sex for the first time, the allure of my mother's mature body was simply beyond my capacity to resist, especially considering the double impact of the incestuous experience. Therefore, it was hard to imagine how long I could last.

After a frantic swaying of my mother's large buttocks, the intense friction of our genitals caused me to instantly lose control.

"Oh... Mom... I... I can't take it anymore..." I roared, thrusting my penis deep into my mother's vagina with all my might, and then hot, thick semen instantly gushed out deep inside her vagina, all of it shooting into her mature uterus.

In that instant, only two words came to mind—"pregnancy."

I knew the danger of ejaculating inside my mother without reservation, but I had no choice. I loved my mother, but I could never marry her, especially since I had sex with her while she was unconscious. If she found out, I didn't know what she would think; she might even hand me over to the police.

So, I couldn't take the risk. All I could do was take advantage of her unconscious state to implant my illicit seed into her body, allowing our incestuous union to produce the most beautiful result. Since I couldn't love my mother as a man, then let our child continue this incestuous love between mother and son!

After convulsing and ejaculating the last drop of semen into my mother's vagina, I collapsed, exhausted, onto her naked body. Looking at my mother's bewildered yet satisfied expression, I lovingly kissed her red lips hard, knowing in my heart that this beautiful moment would never happen again.

After the lingering pleasure subsided, I got up and carefully wiped the stains off my mother's lower body. Then I helped her put her clothes back on, carefully checking to ensure there was no evidence of wrongdoing before returning to my room for the most restful and blissful sleep of my life.

The next morning, I saw my mother in the dining room.

"Good morning, Mom!" I greeted her as casually as possible, secretly observing whether she was aware of what had happened the night before.

"Good morning, son," my mother replied, a satisfied smile on her face—a smile I hadn't seen in a long time, which meant she must be very happy.

“I was really drunk and confused last night, but you won’t believe what I dreamt about,” Mom said, still smiling. Her happy expression made her look radiant.

“What did you dream about, Mom?” I asked, wondering if she had sensed something.

“Uh—uh—it was… well, I think it’s better if you don’t know. Let’s just pretend it was a dream, a real dream…” Mom smiled again after saying that.

Oh, that’s great, just a dream. Mom thought she was dreaming!

I immediately felt much more relaxed. Although I was slightly disappointed, things had turned out alright. Anyway, I hadn't expected to possess my mother's body forever. For me, being a good son to my mother was a realistic choice. I really didn't need to complain. I had already tasted the wonderful flavor of my mother's mature body, and as a son, being able to achieve this was already much happier than most sons in the world who had never experienced it.

Of course, in the years that followed, I never found another opportunity to rekindle my relationship with my mother.

Two months later, my mother suddenly told me she was pregnant, but she didn't know who the father was. She explained that she had been drinking recently and sometimes got drunk and wasn't paying attention; perhaps that's when things went wrong, but she couldn't be sure who was responsible.

However, she planned to have the baby, but hoped I would take on the role of father.

Of course, I would take responsibility, because I knew very well who the father of the child in my mother's womb was, and this child was the result of my brief incestuous relationship with my mother.

(The End)

Sitting in front of the television, watching the images flashing across the screen, I felt somewhat unsettled. In fact, I was thinking about my mother.

It's already two in the morning, and my mother still hasn't come home. Looking at my watch, I sighed, my anxiety growing.

Lately, my mother has been coming home very late. I know she's lonely. Since my father passed away two years ago, she grieved for a whole year. After that, she changed drastically, becoming more withdrawn and developing an alcohol problem, which is why she often goes out at night.

Recently, the situation has worsened; she's coming home later and later, often past midnight. I remember a few years ago, I would sometimes go out to parties and come home late. My worried mother would always stay up all night waiting for me to come home safely. Now, I'm nineteen, and it's my turn to wait for my mother to

come home late. As for why I'm not in bed yet, the reason is simple: I just got home from a date with my girlfriend Jessica, which was a complete failure. Sometimes, I even think that dating Jessica was a mistake. It's not that I don't like her, but Jessica is too conservative.

We've been dating for a while, but we're only at the stage of holding hands and kissing. Although we love each other, when I want to take it further, Jessica is unwilling to rush things. Tonight, I made my advances again, but was rejected once more, leaving me feeling disappointed. Lying on the sofa, reflecting on the failed date, my unfulfilled desires made me increasingly restless and anxious.

Just as I was drifting off to sleep, a "click" from the door startled me awake. I quickly sat up and looked towards the door.

"Mom, is that you?" I asked, but there was no reply.

Because the lights weren't on, one end of the living room was dark, and I couldn't clearly see who was at the door.

Reaching the slightly ajar door, in the light filtering through the crack, I recognized the person lying on the floor as my still-voluptuous mother.

"Oh, Mom..." I sighed, reaching under her armpits to help her into her room.

She had clearly drunk quite a bit, completely unconscious. I dragged her back to her bed. As I did so, with my arm supporting her armpits, the tugging and pulling caused her already revealing top to tear open, exposing her left breast when I laid her flat on the bed. Clearly, this time Mom wasn't wearing a bra, her snow-white, full breasts exposed outside her clothes, the brown areolas around her high, firm mounds particularly striking.

My gaze was involuntarily drawn to Mom's beautiful breasts, and the sweet memory of suckling at her full, juicy breasts as a child resurfaced in my mind. A strange feeling quietly grew within me, and I felt my lower body begin to erect.

Oh, damn it, she's my mother! How could I…

But despite my thoughts, I unconsciously lowered my head, bringing it closer to look at what I considered the most beautiful thing in the world—my mother's chest.

My mother's breasts were large and white, the snow-white skin standing out brilliantly against the backdrop of her brown areolas. Her areolas were also large, their brownish hue incredibly sensual, and the equally brown nipples atop them were quite long, trembling slightly in the cold night air. Upon closer inspection, one could clearly discern the finely textured pores at the tips of her nipples—the source of my mother's sweet milk, which I loved to suckle as a child.

Watching my mother sleep soundly, a wicked desire quietly rose within me. After confirming that my mother was completely unconscious, I slowly opened my mouth and carefully took her soft nipple into my mouth, gently sucking on her lovely nipple, trying to relive the sweet and warm feeling of lying in my mother's arms as a child, crying for milk. As I suckled, I felt my mother's nipple unconsciously harden and become incredibly firm.

Seeing that my mother showed no signs of waking up, I became much bolder, and simply reached out and pulled off my mother's clothes, exposing her right breast, and then, as if possessed, began to suckle at my mother's breast.

My actions were frantic, but I dared not be too unrestrained, lest I wake my mother. My lips kissed my mother's full breasts, my tongue tracing the smooth curves of her skin, tracing the rounded lines of her chest. Every now and then, I would take her nipple into my mouth, gently grinding the base of her breast with my teeth while sucking hard, savoring its smoothness and softness.

As a result of my efforts, my mother's nipples began to swell and harden, a physiological response I knew was her body responding to my actions.

If I hadn't failed to sleep with my girlfriend tonight, I would have been content with simply suckling my mother's breasts. But because of the failed date, the suppressed desire within me began to swell. I needed a more direct release. Since my mother was also a woman, and had completely lost consciousness, she wouldn't stop me from doing whatever I wanted.

I carefully took off my mother's clothes, completely exposing her body. To my surprise, she wasn't wearing any underwear. Looking at my mother's naked, beautiful body, I felt my blood rushing through my veins, and my penis instantly became erect and fully hard.

I lowered my head and kissed my way down my mother's full breasts, past her lower abdomen, her navel, until I stopped between her legs in her most private area.

Carefully observing my mother's beautiful vulva, which she would never normally open to me, I tried to find traces of my own birth.

My mother's vulva was unusually full; her plump mons pubis protruded slightly, forming a gentle curve, but thick, dark pubic hair covered most of her genitals, preventing me from seeing more details.

I reached out and carefully parted the pubic hair covering my mother's vulva, revealing her mature vulva completely before my eyes. I could clearly see, shrouded in thick pubic hair, two plump labia tightly closed, forming a deep slit. The dark red slit stretched a long way, completely enveloping the forbidden world within. Without exploration, I knew I would never uncover its secrets.

I knew this was my mother's vaginal entrance; I had come into this world from this very place, but I had never imagined that one day I would be able to observe the place where I was born at such close range.

I remember many of my friends talking to me about their mothers; they told me that they all wanted to have sex with their mothers, but had never had the opportunity. Back then, hearing those words only filled me with disgust. I couldn't imagine that a son could be so inhuman, so depraved as to want to have sex with the mother he should respect most. But now, with my chance, and in this environment, I understand that a son's love for his mother is far more than just the pure attachment of childhood.

I slowly bent down and extended my tongue to lick my mother's tightly closed vulva. My tongue parted her plump labia, skillfully licking back and forth along the inner walls. In just a moment, my mother's vulva began to secrete a slippery fluid. The warm, lustful fluid soaked my tongue, and the tingling sensation excited me immensely.

Mom was ready; she was already wet! It was me who made it! The thought of making love with Mom soon made my heart pound even harder.

I climbed on top of her, positioned myself between her open legs, and, with my erect penis, forcefully thrust it into her wet opening.

My penis slid smoothly into her vagina, slowly pushing inward.

Oh, Mom's vagina is so tight! When her narrow opening gripped my penis tightly, a strong urge to ejaculate made me almost ejaculate on the spot.

Before this, I had never had sex with another girl, but the incomparably wonderful feeling of inserting my penis into my mother's vagina was something I could never have imagined a thousand times before. I thrust my hips hard, trying my best to push my penis deep into my mother's vagina, experiencing the ecstatic pleasure of being tightly surrounded by my mother's hot vagina.

When my penis was successfully inserted to the end, the physical and psychological satisfaction almost made me collapse. Oh, I am one with my mother!

I tried my best to suppress the increasingly strong impulse in my heart, and began to pull my penis out, and when it was close to the entrance of my vagina, I quickly pushed it back into my mother's body, and so on, and began the intense piston-like movement.

At the same time, my hands weren't idle either. One hand grasped my mother's firm, full breasts, kneading them vigorously in rhythm with my thrusts. My lips also kissed her soft, red lips, thirstily sucking her sweet saliva.

As if rewarding my hard work, my mother's body reacted incredibly strongly to my actions. With each powerful thrust, my mother's vagina contracted intensely, gripping my penis tightly, making every friction between our genitals exceptionally intense. The resulting immense pleasure almost caused this novice to completely lose his composure.

My mother's long, slender legs unknowingly wrapped around my waist, and with the rhythm of my penetration, she moved her lower body unconsciously to meet my intrusion, making our union even deeper and more intimate.

I had never experienced such intense sexual pleasure before, especially since my first time was with my own mother.

Oh, my mother was my first woman!

Every time I thought of this, an extremely lewd and trembling pleasure would drive me to thrust my penis even more wildly into my mother's hot, wet vagina, fully experiencing the passionate enjoyment of incest between mother and son.

However, somewhat regrettably, for a young man like me experiencing sex for the first time, the allure of my mother's mature body was simply beyond my capacity to resist, especially considering the double impact of the incestuous experience. Therefore, it was hard to imagine how long I could last.

After a frantic swaying of my mother's large buttocks, the intense friction of our genitals caused me to instantly lose control.

"Oh... Mom... I... I can't take it anymore..." I roared, thrusting my penis deep into my mother's vagina with all my might, and then hot, thick semen instantly gushed out deep inside her vagina, all of it shooting into her mature uterus.

In that instant, only two words came to mind—"pregnancy."

I knew the danger of ejaculating inside my mother without reservation, but I had no choice. I loved my mother, but I could never marry her, especially since I had sex with her while she was unconscious. If she found out, I didn't know what she would think; she might even hand me over to the police.

So, I couldn't take the risk. All I could do was take advantage of her unconscious state to implant my illicit seed into her body, allowing our incestuous union to produce the most beautiful result. Since I couldn't love my mother as a man, then let our child continue this incestuous love between mother and son!

After convulsing and ejaculating the last drop of semen into my mother's vagina, I collapsed, exhausted, onto her naked body. Looking at my mother's bewildered yet satisfied expression, I lovingly kissed her red lips hard, knowing in my heart that this beautiful moment would never happen again.

After the lingering pleasure subsided, I got up and carefully wiped the stains off my mother's lower body. Then I helped her put her clothes back on, carefully checking to ensure there was no evidence of wrongdoing before returning to my room for the most restful and blissful sleep of my life.

The next morning, I saw my mother in the dining room.

"Good morning, Mom!" I greeted her as casually as possible, secretly observing whether she was aware of what had happened the night before.

"Good morning, son," my mother replied, a satisfied smile on her face—a smile I hadn't seen in a long time, which meant she must be very happy.

“I was really drunk and confused last night, but you won’t believe what I dreamt about,” Mom said, still smiling. Her happy expression made her look radiant.

“What did you dream about, Mom?” I asked, wondering if she had sensed something.

“Uh—uh—it was… well, I think it’s better if you don’t know. Let’s just pretend it was a dream, a real dream…” Mom smiled again after saying that.

Oh, that’s great, just a dream. Mom thought she was dreaming!

I immediately felt much more relaxed. Although I was slightly disappointed, things had turned out alright. Anyway, I hadn't expected to possess my mother's body forever. For me, being a good son to my mother was a realistic choice. I really didn't need to complain. I had already tasted the wonderful flavor of my mother's mature body, and as a son, being able to achieve this was already much happier than most sons in the world who had never experienced it.

Of course, in the years that followed, I never found another opportunity to rekindle my relationship with my mother.

Two months later, my mother suddenly told me she was pregnant. However, she didn't know who the father was. She explained that she had been drinking recently and sometimes got drunk, and perhaps that's when things went wrong, but she couldn't be sure who was responsible.

She planned to have the baby, but hoped I would be the father.

Of course, I would take that responsibility, because I knew very well who the father of the child in my mother's womb was, and this child was the result of my brief, incestuous relationship with my mother.

(The End)

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