Rural Beautiful Mother

I grew up in the countryside. My dad was a workshop foreman at a profitable chemical plant in town, while my mom raised chickens at home. I also had an older sister, four years older than me. When I was in my senior year of high school, my mom was 37. She was a bit overweight, but looked quite mature and voluptuous. Ever since I started to develop an interest in women, I've paid close attention to my mom's every move, always finding her very attractive. In August, during summer vacation, my sister, who was in vocational school, came back and shared a room with me. The first floor of our house was used for storing miscellaneous items, the second floor was for living, and the third floor was where my parents, who raised chickens, slept in the main room. My sister and I slept in a small room. At that time, only my room had a ceiling fan. It was hot, so at night, my sister and I slept on mats, two mats pushed together. Around 10:30 PM, when we were already asleep and half-asleep, I vaguely saw my mother come into our room wearing a vest and cotton underwear. She turned the ceiling fan up to the highest setting, then sat to my right for a long time, letting it blow on her, before getting up to turn it off. Then she lay down next to me. I guess she was tired from working; less than 15 minutes after lying down, my mother started snoring softly. The moonlight outside was very bright, and the room was bathed in soft light. The moonlight made it quite clear, and I noticed my mother's two plump, white thighs were exposed right in front of me. This sight excited me greatly, and I couldn't resist reaching out to touch my mother's vulva through her underwear. I gently placed my index and middle fingers on it, but before I could even get a firm grip, my mother slapped my hand down. I quickly withdrew my hand, terrified. I saw my mother scratch her mons pubis a few times and then fall asleep again. About 10 minutes later, I figured my mother was sound asleep, so I gently reached out to touch her vulva again. After placing my hand on it, I made a slight rubbing motion and felt a slight hardness. At this moment, my mother suddenly slapped my hand down again. As the fan slapped down, I quickly pulled my hand back, but my mother's palm still touched my fingers. I panicked, but my mother didn't seem to notice anything. She just scratched her genitals, turned over, and continued sleeping with her back to me. I also drifted off to sleep. About twenty minutes later, I woke up again and looked at my mother beside me, breathing evenly. My mind started to wander again. I tentatively placed my hand on my mother's waist. She didn't move, and her breathing was normal. I became bolder and gradually moved my hand down, covering my mother's buttocks with my palm and gently stroking them. My mother's buttocks were large and felt wonderfully firm and elastic. I stroked them for about half a minute, then moved my hand towards her waist. When my hand touched the edge of her underwear, I paused, then suddenly slipped my hand inside her cotton underwear. My fingers traveled directly to the smooth, soft peaks of her buttocks, lingering there as I quietly observed her for a while. Seeing that she was still breathing softly and evenly, I became a little bolder. My fingers began to move on her buttocks, but only stroking the left one. After playing like this for a few moments, I felt I couldn't resist and... My hand gradually moved along my mother's smooth skin to the side of her pelvis. After pausing briefly, I held my breath and slid my hand towards her genitals. Her lower abdomen was noticeably protruding, and my hand felt soft against it. I finally reached the base of her thighs, and my fingers touched a tuft of hair, softer than human hair. However, her thighs were tightly closed, blocking my hand. I don't know why, but blood rushed to my head, and I desperately tried to push my fingers further into her thighs, but I failed. After several attempts, I gave up and started stroking her lower abdomen instead. Besides using my palm... Besides rubbing against my mother's belly, I also started kneading the soft flesh of her abdomen with my fingers. As I leaned forward, I gently placed my right hand on my mother's back, and at the same time pressed my lower body against her plump buttocks. I felt my penis gradually becoming erect, slowly rubbing against my mother's buttocks. All around was quiet, and the moonlight from outside the window shone in, illuminating the mat. Everything was happening slowly in the stillness. The lust in my body burned brighter and brighter. I didn't know what I wanted, but I couldn't get satisfaction from my mother's lower abdomen anymore. Suddenly, I pulled my left palm out of my mother's underwear. I pulled it out without pausing, and slid it directly into my mother's vest. I grabbed one of her plump breasts. Her breasts were very elastic, and under the pressure of the vest, they became flat and round. Almost as soon as I grabbed the base of her breast, my five fingers began to knead it. At the same time, I pressed my lower body forward against her. Unfortunately, I hadn't played with her breasts for long when she suddenly grabbed my hand, pushed my arm away, and turned to me, yelling, "Chengcheng, what are you doing!" I was so scared that my mind went blank. I thought, "I'm done for!"

I don't know what my mother was thinking at the time. Anyway, she put on her slippers, straightened her clothes with a cold expression, and shuffled to the next room.

The next morning, I was woken up by my sister, who said Mom wanted us to come down for breakfast. I nodded hesitantly, feeling uneasy, wondering if Mom would tell anyone. As it turned out, my worries were unnecessary. During breakfast, Mom and Dad chatted casually about neighborhood gossip, and there was nothing unusual. I was finally relieved. After that incident, I didn't dare bother Mom again. Although she had always doted on me, she could also be strict at times, and I was subconsciously a little intimidated. However, my possessiveness towards Mom didn't diminish at all. In September, school started, and I officially entered my third year of junior high. My sister also went back to school. Coincidentally, not long after, Dad was sent on a business trip to Qingdao, and wouldn't be back for a week. So, it was just Mom and me at home. That night, I was reading in just shorts until 10 o'clock when I saw Mom go into her room. About half an hour later, when I couldn't hear any noise from the next room, I closed my book and went to push open Mom's door. Sure enough, as usual... The door was ajar. I saw my mother lying on the bed. By the dim light coming from my room, I could see she was only covered by a thin sheet, her thighs completely exposed. I softly called out, "Mom," but there was no response. Growing bolder, I tiptoed onto my mother's bed and lay down on her right side. I stared at her for a while. Tonight, she was wearing a pink vest, and I could vaguely see her full breasts. I tentatively touched her lightly, but there was no reaction. So, I mustered my courage... Slowly, I slipped my right arm over my mother's body, placing my palm on her chest. At first, my heart pounded, my hands trembled, and I was terribly flustered. I only dared to gently caress her breasts through her back, finding them soft and pleasant to touch. Later, seeing that my mother didn't react much, I gradually grew bolder. I carefully slipped my hand inside her back and gently kneaded the base of her right breast. After kneading for a while, I moved my palm upwards and touched a small protrusion—my mother's nipple. I pinched it with my thumb and forefinger. As I gently pinched my mother's nipples, sometimes lightly and sometimes heavily, I started to feel my breathing quicken and my mouth become dry. I carefully propped myself up with my left arm, resting my head against my mother's chest, while simultaneously using my right hand to lift up her vest. Suddenly, my mother moved, and I was startled, quickly withdrawing my right hand and pressing my head against the pillow, pretending to be asleep. My mother sat up and said to me, "Chengcheng, why are you sleeping here? Are there too many mosquitoes? Then sleep at the foot of my bed." After saying that, she got up and got out of bed. I lay on my mother's bed, my heart pounding. Eighth, I wondered if my mother knew what I had just done. I waited for a long time, but she didn't come back. I guessed she had gone upstairs to feed the chickens. As I waited, I drifted off to sleep. The next morning, I woke up before five o'clock. I looked out the window, and it was already bright outside. I saw my mother sleeping soundly at my feet. I was covered with a sheet, but my mother wasn't covered at all. Her two plump thighs were slightly parted, and I could vaguely see a tuft of dark pubic hair through her trouser legs. Looking further down at her chest, my mother's full breasts stretched her back... My heart pounded, but the bottom edge of her vest was draped over my stomach, obscuring what lay beneath. I hesitated for a moment, then quietly reached out and pulled up her vest. From my angle, I was horrified to see her breasts, tightly pressed into flattened, round mounds beneath the vest. Her breasts were white and large. I pulled the vest up a little higher, and finally, I saw her nipples. The two deep red nipples made me want to take a bite. This made my blood boil. I quickly took off my only pair of underwear, then rolled over and lay down next to my mother, looking at her… Mom was still fast asleep. Suppressing my nervousness, I gently climbed onto her, spreading my legs and kneeling beside her waist. My limp penis hung between my legs like a caterpillar. I carefully and slowly sat down, gently pressing my body against her inner thighs. Then, I placed my hands on her waist, using my thumbs to hook the hem of her vest and slide my hands up, flipping it open. Finally, I placed my hands under her armpits, and her two peach-like breasts were perfectly presented before my eyes. Mom's breasts were very white and pear-shaped. The shape, with clearly visible blue veins, gave it an alluring feel. I felt an erection rising in my groin, and my whole body began to heat up. Without thinking, I lowered my head and began to suckle my mother's left breast. My mother must have been startled awake by my sudden attack, because a strong force suddenly acted on my shoulder, pushing my upper body backward, and my mother's nipple slipped out of my mouth with a "pop." I saw my mother looking at me silently, her face frosty, while she used her hand to pull her rolled-up vest back down to cover her exposed skin. She touched my breasts, then used one hand to prop herself up and sit back, while the other pushed against my chest, trying to pull her lower body out from under me. I finally came to my senses and pressed myself back down on my mother, gripping her shoulders tightly with both hands, my voice trembling with tears, repeating, "Mom, I beg you, I beg you..."

My mother struggled a few times but couldn't break free, so she desperately pressed her hands against my thighs, cursing, "Chengcheng, get off me! Be careful, or I'll tell your father when he gets back..."

Hearing this, I felt anxious and scared, but I endured the pain and held on tightly. I hugged my mom, tears streaming down my face. She pinched me for a while, then stopped.

After crying for a bit, I felt something was off, so I peeked at her. As soon as she saw me looking at her, she started struggling again. I couldn't hold on, and she managed to free one of her arms. She first tried to push me with that arm, but when that didn't work, she used her other arm to push the bed, moving her body backward. Since I was still quite thin and underdeveloped, I couldn't hold her down when she exerted force. As a result, half of her body fell off the bed to the floor, and I almost fell off too. Her legs started below the floor... I was still sitting on the bed, only able to support my upper body with my arms. We were locked in this stalemate. I was firmly seated on my mother's lap, my hands pressing down on her calves. My mother tried to twist a few times but couldn't budge me, so she gave up. Then she said to me angrily, "Let me go!"

Judging from my mother's tone, she suddenly seemed less angry than I had thought. After the struggle, my penis had shrunk to the size of a peanut. My previous lust had completely vanished. My mind raced. I freed my right hand, bent my middle finger... I tickled the sole of my mother's left foot, which I was holding down, and put on a pleading expression, saying, "Mom, I was wrong. I know I shouldn't have done this to you, but I just couldn't help myself. If you promise not to be angry with me, I'll let you go." My mother looked at me coldly. I quickly tickled the sole of her foot a few more times. I felt her foot tense up. I quickly looked back and saw that all five of her delicate and lovely toes were curled up. I couldn't help but want to laugh. My mother said angrily, "Get down!" "When your dad comes back this time, I'm going to make him teach you a lesson."

But her tone had softened considerably,

so I quickly changed to a sincere attitude. "Mom, I really know I was wrong. It's just that you're so charming, Mom, that's why I made a mistake. I promise I'll study hard from now on and not think nonsense anymore. Mom, please forgive me this time, okay?"

Mom still had a stern face and said, "Get down from here first..."

I quickly tickled Mom's sensitive area on the sole of her foot a couple more times. Mom struggled to break free of her feet while saying, "If you keep grinning like that, I'm really going to get angry. Put me down now."

I knew when to stop, so I quickly let Mom down and even jumped off the bed to help her stand up. After Mom got up, she grabbed the underwear on the bed and handed it to me, saying, "Put this on quickly, what do you look like?"

I obediently put on the underwear.

Mom felt safe and then sat on the edge of the bed and said to me, "Chengcheng, no matter how old you are, in Mom's eyes I still consider you a child. I'll let what happened earlier go, I won't tell anyone. But you have to study hard from now on and not think nonsense, okay?"

At this moment, I took I put on a submissive look, lowered my head, and gave a pitiful "Mmm." Although it had caused a heart-pounding moment, Mom forgave me in the end. I was in a particularly good mood, feeling like I had been reborn. Even class today was more enjoyable than usual. When I got home in the evening, I heard the sound of spatulas clattering in the kitchen. I ran to the kitchen and saw Mom cooking. Seeing me come in, she called out, "It smells too smoky in here. Go to your room and read for a while. I'll call you when it's done."

I was a little puzzled. Why was Mom suddenly being so nice to me?

Tonight's dinner was three dishes and a soup, all of which are my favorites: braised bream, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried lettuce and chives, and winter melon and pork rib soup. While eating, Mom kept putting food on my plate and casually asked me about my studies. I finished my dinner, feeling flattered and full of questions. After dinner, I went to my room, took out my books, and read absentmindedly. After a while, Mom finished cleaning up and came upstairs. She entered my room, sat on the edge of my bed, picked up a copy of *Reader's Digest* from my bedside table, glanced at it, and put it back. After a long pause, Mom interrupted my reading and asked, "Mom just wanted to have a serious talk with you today. I feel like your behavior has been a bit unusual these past few days..." "Cheng, do you know that what you did this morning was wrong? Look at all these relatives and friends around us, aren't they all well-behaved? I'm afraid that if you continue like this, it will affect your studies, you understand?"

I put down my book, sat down next to my mother, and awkwardly scratched my head, saying, "I know I was wrong, Mom. You promised you wouldn't be angry, you can't go back on your word

." My mother said seriously, "Mom is only talking to you because she's not angry with you. Of course, Mom wants to be good to you, but Mom is also afraid that you're immature and will do wrong things. How could you think of doing that to your mother?" I seized this opportunity, first admitting that I was wrong, and then expressing how much I love and cherish my mother for a long time. The allure of sex is also highly praised. ← Being able to downplay the seriousness of the matter and gain Mom's forgiveness. After listening, Mom thought for a while, looked at me and said, "Chengcheng has really grown up. What you said is normal, but you can't have any thoughts about Mom, understand? It will be better when you have a girlfriend later. Right now, you should focus on your studies. You're in your final year of junior high, so you especially need to work hard. Mom hasn't been attentive enough to you in the past, so I haven't been able to help you adjust your mindset in time. Mom will pay more attention to you in the future. You also need to control yourself and study hard, understand?"

I nodded vigorously to show that I understood.

Mom seemed satisfied and left.

Around 9 pm that night... There was a knock on my door, and Mom came in with a bowl of poached eggs and a pair of chopsticks on it. I happily took the bowl from her, and seeing her radiant expression of maternal love, I couldn't help but

give her a quick kiss on the left cheek. I immediately felt embarrassed and didn't dare look at her face again. I quickly picked up the poached eggs and, while eating, mumbled praises about how delicious the soup was. The next two nights were the same; Mom would bring me a late-night snack, and I would kiss her on the cheek or neck, sometimes even complimenting her. Mom didn't seem to mind, indulging me to that extent. On the third night, around nine o'clock, I heard Mom calling from outside the door... Upon hearing the sound, I immediately put down my book and ran to open the door for my mother. I saw that she was holding a clay pot, and the lid of the pot contained something delicious. "Mom specially stewed a hen for you today. I started stewing it this afternoon. It's very fresh. Chengcheng, try it."

I took a step back and let my mother into the room. Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I closed the door behind me. I grabbed my mother's waist and hugged her. My mother quickly lifted the clay pot and reflexively backed away. I nimbly ducked down and snuggled into my mother's arms, pressing my face against the back of her neck. I squeezed my lower body against the door, pressing my mother's breasts tightly against my chest. After squeezing my mother in place, I immediately freed my hands. My right hand held my mother's waist, and my left hand went under her armpit. I pressed my hand down onto my mother's smooth neck, simultaneously pressing my lips to hers. My mother swayed her head from side to side, her lips tightly closed, refusing my kiss. I tightened my grip on the back of her neck, finally managing to force a kiss. However, my tongue could only move on her lips, unable to enter her mouth. She made indistinct, muffled sounds, her hands trying to hold up the clay pot she was carrying, helplessly being violated by me. Unable to suppress the burning desire within me, I continued kissing her lips while using my left hand to lift her shirt. Her shirt was lifted in a flash, and I reached for her breasts, touching her bra. In my haste, I pushed it up, revealing her two full breasts... My pear-shaped breasts sprang out, standing proudly. I abandoned my mother's lips, quickly bent down, and took her right breast into my mouth, while my left hand kneaded the base of her left breast. I sucked deeply, feeling incredibly blissful. My mother's nipple gradually hardened in my mouth, and her upper body arched. Her right elbow tried to push me away, but I was holding onto her nipple tightly, unable to push her off. Just as we were struggling to separate, I suddenly cried out and jerked back. It turned out that the clay pot in my mother's hand had accidentally burned my neck. The intense pain made me reflexively pull back, knocking the clay pot to the ground. I clutched my neck and crouched down in pain. My mother paused for a moment, then ran over to check my injury, asking if it hurt badly. I groaned and couldn't speak. She quickly went back to her room and got a box of green ointment. She pulled me up to sit on the bed, removed my right hand from my neck, examined the injury, and said, "It's okay, not serious, just a little swollen. I'll put some ointment on it and it'll be fine."

After applying the ointment, she went out. A little while later, she returned to my room with a trash can and a mop. She cleaned up the broken pieces of the clay pot and the chicken soup on the floor, wiped the floor clean, and then went out again. As she reached the doorway, I suddenly said, "Mom, I'm sorry."

Mom turned to look at me and said, "Don't do that again next time," then closed the door behind her. For the next two days, I behaved myself and didn't dare to try anything with Mom. Our school has a two-week break, one day off. This Sunday was a day off. As usual, I did a few practice tests and read some magazines. Feeling bored, I went to my parents' room to watch TV. The morning passed like that. After lunch, Mom went back to her room to sleep, so I turned off the TV and continued watching. Mom didn't chase me away. While watching TV absentmindedly, I secretly glanced at Mom's body. Mom had her back to me... Today, Mom was sleeping on her side. She was wearing a blue and white checkered sleeveless shirt, and through the fabric from behind, I could see the two bra straps and the flesh bulging out from under the bra, which was undeniably alluring. She wore a white skirt adorned with small pink flowers, and flesh-colored stockings on her feet, her toes pointed upwards, which looked quite cute. After about forty or fifty minutes, seeing no movement from Mom, I guessed she was asleep. I quietly turned off the TV, climbed onto her bed, lay on my side, propped my head up with my right hand, and watched her sleeping soundly. After a while, I tentatively... I hugged my mother's waist, my lower body pressed against her buttocks. I could clearly feel her tremble slightly, but she didn't react much. My courage grew. I slipped a hand inside her clothes, caressing her soft breasts through her bra. Increasingly insatiable, I pulled her shirt up, trying to unhook her bra. Having never undressed a woman before, the combination of nervousness and excitement made it incredibly difficult. After much effort, I still couldn't get it off. In desperation, I pushed her bra up further, revealing her two snow-white, full breasts once more. Without thinking, I flipped her body over. I pressed my entire weight down on her, grasping one of her breasts in each hand. As I suckled, she finally began to struggle. She first tried to push me away, but when that didn't work, she grabbed my hair with one hand and my ear with the other, pulling me upwards. I held onto her nipple tightly, refusing to let go. She tightened her grip little by little, until finally, the pain in my ear became unbearable, and I reluctantly released her nipple, but still held onto her two swollen breasts tightly with both hands. She pulled me in front of her and said angrily, "Chengcheng, did you even take my words seriously?"

After what happened these past few days, I'm not as afraid of my mom as I used to be. I shamelessly nuzzled my face against hers. She grabbed my ears with both hands, pulling me away. I still inching closer. She turned her face away, so I immediately released her breasts, turned her face back to me, and forcefully kissed her. She kept her lips tightly closed, preventing me from putting my tongue in her mouth. Suddenly, as if playing a prank, I freed my right hand, pinched her nose, and kissed her tightly, my tongue sliding across her lips. I looked into her eyes; they were closed, her eyelashes fluttering, so adorable. Only five or six seconds later, Mom couldn't help but open her mouth to breathe. I quickly slipped my tongue into her mouth, letting her breathe at the same time. My freed right hand returned to Mom's breast, finding that alluring protrusion and slowly kneading it. I skillfully swept my tongue across Mom's mouth, and Mom's head shook frantically, making muffled "mmm..." sounds from her nose. Her tongue desperately tried to avoid my invasion. I diligently sucked Mom's saliva, transferring my own saliva into her mouth as well. We had a long kiss. When I released Mom, I saw that her face was flushed and she was panting, but she still said to me, "Okay." "Okay, let Mom go. Mom said this was wrong. Let Mom go, and Mom will forgive you."

I ignored Mom and lowered my head again for a second, forceful kiss. Mom still resisted, but this time she didn't turn her head away. She probably knew it was futile and just kept her lips tightly closed. This time I was gentle. I pulled my right hand away from playing with Mom's breasts and gently pinched her jaw, patiently prying open her teeth with my tongue. At the same time, I started unbuttoning Mom's shirt with my left hand, which was playing with her right breast. Mom probably realized it too. She let go of my ears, desperately covered her shirt, and pulled the shirt down again. As she struggled to cover her exposed breasts, I had to increase the force in my hands. The result was just a few "snap" sounds as I pulled off the buttons on my mother's shirt. She panicked, opening her mouth to call out, but I seized the opportunity and invaded her mouth. I knew I couldn't be too hasty, or I would push her too far. I released her shirt, gently cupping her cheeks with both hands, savoring her taste. After kissing her for a while, I felt a distinct erection. My mother was only wearing a thin skirt; after the struggle, the skirt had already flown up to her waist, leaving me naked from the waist down. I pressed my lower body against hers, my knees pressed together... I moved between my mother's legs, spreading her plump legs wide apart. My left hand tightly gripped her full waist, while my right hand pinched her full breasts. With the powerful pressure of my lower abdomen and thighs, I pressed my mother firmly against my chest. My erect penis was pressed against her vulva through my pants, which felt very stimulating. My mother tried desperately to close her legs, but with my legs between them, she had no way to do so. After playing like this for a while, I felt my desire growing stronger and stronger. I couldn't hold back any longer, so I released my mother's lips and got up to tear her panties with my hands. My mother suddenly pushed me away with great force, and I was almost pushed off. I had no choice but to lie down again. I pinned my mother down, but the feeling in my lower body grew stronger and stronger. I steeled myself, grabbed the crotch of her panties, and pulled them aside, revealing her vulva. Unfortunately, I couldn't see it. I quickly positioned my penis, aimed, and thrust forward, penetrating her vulva. Her vulva was already very wet and hot. As I entered, I felt a warm, moist flesh tightly gripping my penis. This feeling excited me immensely. I quickly began thrusting in and out. I didn't have much skill; I just knew to thrust all the way in and then pull out. Meanwhile, my mother anxiously repeated, "Chengcheng, pull it out quickly, pull it out quickly!" "Go away, I'm your mother..." And the way she kept pounding my chest only excited me more. I lowered my head and kissed her lips, hooking her tongue around mine, and we began to entwine. ▲ My lower body was still powerfully thrusting into my mother's plump honey hole, and the sounds of "splatter, splatter" gradually came from within. The force of my mother's blows gradually decreased, her eyes became hazy, her face flushed, and her breathing suddenly became heavy. I realized that my mother had stopped hitting me at some point and instead hooked her arms around my neck. After about four or five minutes of thrusting, I began to feel my glans becoming numb. I knew I was about to ejaculate, so I immediately propped myself up and desperately used my penis... I thrust wildly into my mother's honey pot, increasing the speed of my thrusts. At this moment, my mother's face was flushed, her eyes were half-open, her breathing was heavy, and her mouth was half-open, constantly squeezing out "hmm...hmm..." sounds from her throat. My mother's expression looked extremely alluring. With my vigorous thrusting, my mother's body trembled up and down, and her exposed breasts were trembling and exposed to my view. This made me even more excited. I felt my penis, which was erect in my mother's honey pot, swell even more, and the tingling sensation became even stronger. A thought flashed through my mind: "Should I ejaculate inside my mother?" Before I could finish thinking, I couldn't control myself and ejaculated inside her!

I pressed my lower body tightly against my mother's, holding her body close. After half a minute, my penis had clearly shrunk but was still inside her. My mother's face was still flushed, and her breathing was uneven, but she turned her head away from me. I felt a little apologetic, so I lowered my head and gently pressed my lips to my mother's neck, gently licking and sucking her skin. I felt my heart filled with happiness and tenderness. My lips slowly moved up my mother's neck to her chin, then hooked my lips with hers, gently touching them, and then I stuck out my tongue, just about to penetrate her, when my mother, who had given up resisting, pushed my face away and coldly said, "Aren't you getting off?"

I didn't want to disobey my mother's wishes, so with a "pop," I pulled my penis out of her vagina. A pool of milky white, viscous liquid gushed out. My mother quickly squeezed her snow-white thighs together. I quickly jumped off the bed, my penis swaying. I rushed into the bathroom, grabbed a roll of toilet paper, ran back to my mother's room, and stood by the bed. I saw that my mother's crotch was already closed. Without a word, I spread my mother's thighs apart and reopened her crotch. I saw that her thick labia were engorged and open, revealing the pink flesh inside. Semen mixed with vaginal fluid was constantly flowing out, forming a layer of white foam around her labia. I tore off a wad of toilet paper and carefully wiped her clean, using five or six wads before I was finally clean. Throughout the wiping process, my mother just watched me without saying a word. I noticed that her underwear was completely stained with my semen, and I knew it must be uncomfortable for her. I went to take off her underwear, but she slapped my hand away, sat up, ran to the wardrobe, opened it, took out a pair of white cotton underwear, and quickly put them on with her back to me. When she turned around and saw me still staring at her, she snorted and walked past me, picking up all the crumpled paper I had thrown on the floor and heading out. I was a little flustered, and suddenly I grabbed my mother's open... I was stammering, not knowing what to say. My mother, seeing my shirt pulled down, her upper body almost completely exposed again, flew into a rage and slapped me hard. I was stunned; my mother had never hit me like that before. My grip on her clothes naturally loosened. My mother went into the bathroom and returned to the room about seven or eight minutes later, carrying a wet towel. Seeing me still standing there like a statue, she couldn't help but give me a hard flick on the back of the head, scolding, "Look at you, so spineless! Take the towel and go wash yourself."

I suddenly hugged my mother, bursting into tears, pleading, "I don't want to, I don't want to..."

Actually, I didn't know what I wanted to say.

My mother didn't hit or scold me anymore; she just let me cry in her arms. Later, seeing my crying subside, she pushed me away, saying, "Why are you crying? Do you know what you did wrong today? I never imagined you could be such a lawless child."

I sobbed, and my mother... Mao Tie shoved me into her hand and pushed me away, saying, "Go wash yourself clean, the way you are makes me angry."

I went to the bathroom like a zombie, washed my lower body, and then washed my face. Now that my lust had subsided, I suddenly felt guilty, and I was afraid that my mother would no longer treat me the same way as before. My mind was in turmoil. When I came out of the bathroom, I found that my mother was no longer in her room. I was very anxious, so I went downstairs to the kitchen to check, but no one was there. I ran up to the third floor and finally felt relieved. My mother was feeding the chickens. Looking at her hardworking figure, a deep sense of guilt welled up in my heart. At that moment, I felt that my mother was working very hard. My mother turned around and glanced at me, but didn't say anything and continued with her work. At 3:30 pm, I ran to the market and bought two crucian carp, two tomatoes, half a pound of garlic, three ounces of dried tofu, half a pound of lean meat, and two pounds of grapes. I was going to cook a meal for my mother. When I got back, I busied myself in the kitchen, washing rice and vegetables.

Mom came downstairs once during the meal. She saw me cooking but didn't say anything. She went back upstairs and, with a flurry of activity, finally finished cooking two dishes and a soup by 5:30: "Braised Crucian Carp with Scallions," "Stir-fried Shredded Pork with Garlic," and "Tomato and Egg Soup" (the eggs were what we had at home). The rice was also cooked. I ran upstairs to call Mom down for dinner. Mom looked at me but didn't say much. She just took off the coat she was wearing while cooking and hung it on the hook. When I saw this, I happily ran downstairs first and served Mom her rice. The dinner was very quiet. Except for me constantly putting food on Mom's plate, she just ate her rice without saying a word. After dinner, I quickly took over clearing the dishes.

Finally, Mom couldn't help but speak: "Chengcheng, Mom will forgive you this time, but there can't be a next time. Your father will be back tomorrow afternoon. You need to be more well-behaved from now on, study hard, get into a good high school, and stop thinking nonsense, okay?" After hearing this, my mother nodded vigorously, taking the trash can and rag from my hands, and said, "Go upstairs and read your book, I'll clean up." After this incident, I behaved myself for a few days. But sex is something you get hooked on, and the memory of having sex with my mother last time remained vivid in my mind. Four days after my father came home, after my mother put down my late-night snack, I couldn't resist hugging her waist. Seeing this, my mother quickly dodged, but I hurriedly chased after her, grabbed her hand, pulled her back, and gently slammed the door shut. Then I hooked my arms around her waist, pressing my whole body against hers. My mother stepped back, her back against the door, her voice trembling slightly as she whispered, "Are you trying to kill me? Your dad's next door." I whispered in my mother's ear, "If Dad's not home, does that mean I can...?" My mother ignored me, only twisting my arm, trying to break free.

I couldn't resist any longer, so I whispered in my mother's ear, "Mommy, Mommy..." while using my hand to lift her shirt. She was wearing a pink bra today, and I pressed down the top edge, revealing her dark red nipples. I sucked on one of them. She pressed her hands on my head, not using much force. Emboldened, I used one hand to pull down my pants, my limp penis hanging between my legs. Then I sucked on her other nipple, simultaneously reaching under her skirt to pull down her panties. She recoiled, her buttocks bumping against the door, and... With a muffled thud, my mother and I jumped in fright. I clung tightly to her, motionless, listening for a while. When there was no further sound outside, I finally relaxed. Looking at my mother's face, she also looked tense and anxious. I lowered my head and kissed her lips, my tongue slipping inside. This time, she didn't resist, letting me move around in her mouth. After sucking for a while, I reached down and pulled down her panties. This time, she cooperated, thrusting her hips forward, allowing me to easily pull them down. I looked at them; they were pink cotton panties. I... I chuckled, casually placing my underwear on the bed (my bed was next to the door), and then continued to suckle my mother's nipples in turn. After a while, feeling unsatisfied, I pushed up my mother's bra, releasing her large breasts into my hands. I played with one in each hand, shaping the nipples into various forms while vigorously sucking on them. After a while, my mother's breasts hardened, and her nipples became erect. I also felt my penis swelling and becoming erect, with a slippery liquid starting to flow from the glans. I bent down and took my right hand from my mother's... I slipped my penis between her legs and gently touched the inside of her left thigh. She cooperated by lifting her leg. I supported her left leg with my right hand and held her waist with my left, pulling her lower body outwards. She stood with her back against the door, her left hand gripping my shoulder, her right hand supporting my waist, her vulva thrusting forward, one leg on the ground. I impatiently half-squatted down, aiming my penis at her vulva, but couldn't penetrate. I tried twice more, still without success. Frustrated, I released her waist with my left hand, explored her vulva, and used my index and middle fingers... Gently parting my mother's labia, I found her vulva was already slippery and wet. I pushed my penis in, hooking it between my left ring and little fingers, and successfully positioned it against her vulva. I pulled my hand back and looked at it under the light; there was a layer of egg white-like mucus on the tips of my index and middle fingers. I smeared this mucus on my mother's delicate neck, then continued to support her waist, my penis beginning to thrust in and out of her vulva. Her vulva was very wet, and my penis slid in and out easily. Under the light, the part of my penis that was pulled out was glistening. And so it went. After about a hundred minutes, I felt a bit tired from squatting like that, so I put my mother's thighs down and pointed to my bed. My mother obediently walked over and climbed onto the bed. Suddenly, I grabbed her buttocks from behind and pulled her down, forcing her to stand on the edge of the bed with her buttocks sticking up. My mother didn't say anything, she just did as I said. It was the first time I saw my mother's vulva from behind. Her plump vulva was slightly raised, and her two fleshy labia were open due to engorgement. There was a layer of glistening vaginal fluid on her labia, which looked very erotic. From my angle, I could also see a tuft of dark, shiny pubic hair on my mother's pubic bone. Mao, Mom's legs were slightly parted, waiting for me to fuck her. I swallowed hard, one hand holding Mom's beautiful buttocks, the other raising my penis and aiming it at Mom's honey hole. This time I slowly pushed my penis towards Mom's honey hole. When my penis rubbed against her honey hole, I paused, pressing the glans tightly against the wet entrance and grinding it. Mom's body couldn't help but twist slightly a few times. I suddenly thrust forward, and my entire penis went into Mom's body. This time Mom couldn't help but let out a "hmm". After thrusting for a while, I couldn't help but use my hands to squeeze Mom's plump buttocks without any tenderness, as if I wanted to squeeze out of Mom's... Her soft, tender buttocks seemed to be squeezing out water. I thrust in and out a hundred times in one go, feeling the force of my thrusts, but I still didn't want to ejaculate. I grabbed my mother's long hair with my right hand, pulling her head up, my left hand behind my back, my upper body slightly leaning back, and my lower body still powerfully thrusting into my mother's plump, tender honey hole. This gave me a visual effect of conquest, as if I were riding a horse. I couldn't help but think, no wonder they say women are for men to ride. The thought of my noble mother being ridden beneath me excited me, and my penis became even harder. I increased the force of my thrusts into my mother's honey hole. As I thrust into her, her vagina made a "squirting" sound, and occasionally she would involuntarily let out a soft nasal sound, which greatly amplified my excitement. I felt another tingling sensation in my glans, knowing I was about to ejaculate. I released my mother's hair and suddenly pulled one of her arms over me, so she could only support herself with one arm. I pulled hard on her arm and thrust more quickly, about twenty more times. I felt a stiffness in my spine, and strong streams of semen spurted from my glans, all of it shooting deep into my mother's vagina. My mother felt me... She ejaculated and tried to push me away, but I grabbed her hand and pressed my chest against her back, my penis still inside her vagina. We lingered like this for about half a minute before I straightened up and pulled my penis out. A stream of white fluid gushed out, and she quickly squatted down, letting the semen flow out like she was urinating. I found some tissues and lifted her buttocks. Like a child, she asked me to clean her genitals. I looked at her vulva; it was a complete mess. Her labia were wide open, revealing the pink flesh inside. Her labia were covered in fluid, and even the pubic hair on her pubic bone was sticky. I carefully cleaned my mother's clothes with tissues, haphazardly wiping the floor clean. I hid the tissues under the bed, made a face at her, and she angrily shoved me. She then picked up her underwear from the bedside table, put it on, pulled down her skirt, combed her hair, looked in the mirror on the wall, and, finding nothing amiss, opened the door and left. Two more days passed, and it was Sunday again. This Sunday I had school. After school, I got home at 6:15. Entering the yard, I casually closed the door... As I passed the kitchen, I saw my mother busy at work. I called out "Mom!" and then went upstairs to drop off my schoolbag. I also peeked into my parents' room, but didn't see my dad. Usually, by this time, my parents would have already set the table for me to eat together. Even if the food wasn't ready, my dad would be downstairs waiting for me to eat or watching TV. I ran back to the kitchen and asked my mother. She told me that my dad's boss's son was getting married today, and my dad had left work at 5:30, changed his clothes, and gone straight to the wedding. I stood behind my mother for a while and noticed that she was wearing a sleeveless top today. She wore a t-shirt, a purple skirt, and black sandals. A small floral apron was tied around her waist, making her look particularly pitiful. Looking at her prominently protruding buttocks, and remembering how I had pinned her down in a doggy-style position yesterday, my penis began to swell and harden. I gently leaned closer, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind. When my hand touched her, she visibly flinched, but didn't object. I pressed my already somewhat swollen penis against her buttocks, gently rubbing it against her soft flesh. After pretending to cook, I squatted down and lifted my mother's skirt, revealing her full buttocks. I pressed my face against the white cotton panties covering her buttocks, smelled them (no particular scent), and then licked the flesh of her buttocks near the edge of the panties. Then, I tentatively pulled down her panties. My mother instinctively covered herself with her hand, and I whispered to her, "Let me see." She withdrew her hand, and I suddenly pulled the panties down to her knees. From behind, her vulva was half-hidden between her tightly closed legs, her plump vulva... Her labia were tightly closed, looking like a butterfly. Her vulva looked plump, with a few hairs growing on it, quite alluring. I couldn't help but swallow. I had already pulled my mother's panties down to her ankles. My mother remained standing, and I couldn't pull them down any further. Just as I was getting impatient, my mother suddenly lifted her right leg. I happily took off her sandals, pulled her panties down her right leg, and then helped her put the sandals back on. Now her panties were hanging on her left ankle. I didn't pull off her left panties; I felt this was very lewd and exciting. I moved my hands up, lifting my mother's skirt to her waist, and gently touched the inside of her thighs a few times. My mother obediently parted her legs. Then I placed my hands on either side of her pelvis, gently pulling her body back slightly. I raised my head and sniffed the scent of her genitals at the base of her thighs. There was a faint fishy smell, not unpleasant, but I still abandoned the idea of licking her vulva. My left hand continued to support her waist, while my right hand withdrew, and I began to rub my index and middle fingers together against her vulva. Soon, her vulva became noticeably engorged and open, and I felt a slight slipperiness on my fingers.After the sticky liquid, I carefully inserted my middle finger into my mother's honey hole. Her honey hole gripped my finger tightly, and I could feel the wetness and heat inside. I first thrust in and out shallowly, and soon the vaginal fluid increased. Her two red and plump labia began to open and close slightly. I inserted my middle finger deeper and deeper until the entire finger was inside. Then I inserted my index finger as well, thrusting both fingers in and out of my mother's honey hole at the same time. At this moment, my mother added water to the pot, put the lid on, placed her hands on the stove (gas stove), and leaned forward, occasionally straightening up to look at the pot. My fingers thrust in and out faster and faster, and I could hear the "splatter, splatter" sounds coming from inside my mother's body. Here it comes. As I inserted, I twisted my fingers, and Mom finally couldn't help but let out a trembling "Mmm." I was beneath her, so I couldn't see her expression, which was a little disappointing. My fingers finally got tired, so I pulled them out and smeared all the sticky fluid from my two fingers onto Mom's inner thighs and buttocks. Mom then pushed me away slightly, went to get a bowl, scooped out the green beans from the pot, and poured a lot of oil into the pot. After Mom finished, I pressed myself against her back and gently nibbled on her shoulder. Mom took a few washed green peppers and slowly sliced them, then took the washed pork liver next to her and started slicing it. I quietly unzipped my pants behind her back. I pulled out my penis, lifted my mother's skirt, and pulled her buttocks back slightly. With my left hand on her waist and my right hand raising my penis, I pressed it against her slippery vulva. After a pause, I thrust forward, and with a "plop," my penis slid smoothly into her. I immediately felt my mother's wet, hot vulva tightly gripping my penis, an incredibly stimulating and pleasurable sensation. My mother couldn't suppress a soft "ah" as she let out a sound. Looking at her, I saw her breathing become heavy, her neck arched back, and her mouth half-open. I couldn't resist grabbing her hair with one hand and turning her face with the other, making her delicate lips face me. I took her lips in my mouth and sucked hard. This time, Mom offered no resistance, helplessly letting me tease and suck on her sexy tongue at will, exchanging saliva with her. ▲ In this position, I could only lightly penetrate Mom's honeypot, but due to the stimulation of her tongue and mouth, the sensation was still intense. After a long kiss, I had to release Mom's lips and instead focus on holding Mom's plump buttocks, beginning to vigorously penetrate her. By this time, the oil in the pan was already emitting thick smoke. Mom hurriedly poured the chopped pork liver and green peppers from the cutting board into the pan, then put both hands on the stove, raising her buttocks high to facilitate my penetration. I did this for about twenty strokes, then Mom turned her head and said to me with difficulty, "Wait... wait a minute."

I held my mother's waist still, letting my penis remain quietly inside her. My mother seemed relieved, picked up a spatula and stir-fried the pork liver in the pan a dozen times, added seasonings, stir-fried it a dozen more times, turned off the gas, grabbed a bowl from the side, and haphazardly scooped out the stir-fried green peppers and pork liver. I noticed the green peppers and pork liver were slightly burnt, which I found a little funny. My mother probably noticed, turned around and glared at me, then obediently lay down, sticking her buttocks high in the air. I understood and started thrusting. But before I'd even finished ten thrusts, a voice suddenly rang in the living room.

While I was still hesitating, my mother turned around and pleaded, "Pull it out for a moment, I need to answer a phone call."

I followed my mother into the living room. My mother picked up the phone and started answering. I stood behind her, skillfully lifting her skirt and easily inserting my slightly limp penis into her slippery vagina. My mother suddenly turned around and waved at me. I stopped thrusting, hugged my mother's waist tightly, and raised my upper body... I leaned against my mother's back and listened to the phone call with her. I heard my father's voice on the other end. He told my mother that he had arranged to play mahjong with General Manager Gan and Director Cui from the factory after dinner that evening, and that it might be a little late. He told my mother not to worry. Just as my mother was about to speak, I mischievously thrust hard into her vagina. My mother couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!"

Then, I heard my father ask on the other end of the phone: "Cuihua, are you alright? What happened?" My mother mumbled, "I got bitten by a mosquito," and deliberately slapped her twice. I felt relieved and began to slowly thrust my penis in and out, fucking her deeply and shallowly. My mother frowned, one hand tightly gripping the hand I was pressing on her buttocks, enduring the intense stimulation from her vagina, trying to listen to my father's words, and then trying to speak to him in a calm tone: "Oh, I know. Don't play too hard. Try to come back early after you're done. You have to go to work tomorrow. Be careful on the way back." "Safety,"

Mom said. I felt the tightness of her vaginal muscles gripping my penis, and each thrust intensified the stimulation. Finally, Mom finished the call and hung up with difficulty, saying angrily, "Chengcheng, you almost killed me!"

I didn't answer her, but increased the speed of my thrusts. Mom fell silent, quietly leaning against a chair next to the phone, her upper body pressed low, her breasts against the chair, her big buttocks raised high. I, like a madman, relentlessly thrust into Mom's already overflowing vagina. Our lower bodies collided repeatedly, making "slap slap slap" sounds. Mom began to squeeze out "hmm...hmm..." sounds. Perhaps because my penis had been limp twice earlier, although I felt stimulated, I still didn't have the desire to ejaculate. I became a little impatient, thrusting desperately, and Mom's big buttocks began to move back and forth. Bounced against my thrusts, she met my rhythm. As I fucked her, I stared at her round, smooth buttocks. Watching the ripples from the impact, I suddenly felt a desire to shatter everything. I raised my right hand high and slapped her snow-white buttocks twice hard. Two red handprints slowly appeared. My mother only let out two suppressed "ahs" without any protest. I stopped slapping and grabbed one buttock, starting to stroke, knead, pinch, peel it open, and squeeze it in, rubbing it back and forth. At the same time, my other hand wasn't idle. I untied the apron straps from behind, and the apron slid down. Then I pushed my mother's t-shirt up until it reached her breasts. My mother wasn't wearing a bra under her t-shirt, and her two large breasts bounced out. With my vigorous thrusting, her breasts swayed incessantly. After fucking her like this for about two minutes, I suddenly pulled my penis out of my mother's vagina. A few drops of her juices splashed out, and my mother couldn't help but let out another "ah." Before my mother could fully react, I pulled her up from the chair, squatted down, hugged her waist, and lifted her onto the octagonal table. She lay there naked, her breasts and vulva exposed, legs spread wide, waiting to be penetrated. I pounced on her, accurately shoving my penis back into her vulva, sucking on her lips, one hand on the back of her neck, the other forcefully kneading one of her breasts. My thrusts quickened; her wet, hot vulva tightly gripped my penis. My mother's hands unconsciously pressed against my chest, her legs hooked around my waist. I thrust wildly, watching her breasts sway, feeling like I was in heaven. Finally, my mother's buttocks began to wiggle. Because I was fucking so hard, my penis slipped out of her vulva a few times, and she would instinctively help me grasp it, guiding it towards her opening. At this moment, my mother's face was flushed, her hair disheveled, her eyes half-open, alluring. Her seductive manner only fueled my rage, driving me even more mad. I finally felt a tingling sensation on my glans, knowing I was about to ejaculate. Holding my breath, I thrust into my mother's plump, wet vagina seven or eight more times, then pushed forward with all my might. A strong pulsation ran through my glans, and powerful waves of semen gushed out, hitting deep inside my mother's vagina. My mother hugged me tightly, her legs wrapped around my waist. After a while, I heard her let out a long sigh. I lay on top of her, not wanting to move anymore. My penis, still inside her, was throbbing, enjoying the afterglow of the orgasm. After a long time, I finally climbed off her. By then, my penis had already gone limp and withdrawn from her body. I looked at her genitals; white semen was flowing continuously from her vagina. Her once glossy black pubic hair was wet, and her buttocks were a mess. A small puddle of semen and vaginal fluid had accumulated on the table. Mom slumped weakly on the octagonal table, her legs spread wide, seemingly unable to close. Her t-shirt was squeezed over her breasts, her two large, white breasts hanging limply at her sides. Mom's face was still flushed, alluring as if she were drunk, her eyes half-closed as she looked at me. Luckily, there was no one else at home besides me. I got up, supporting Mom under her arms and in the crook of her legs with both hands. Mom cooperated by wrapping her arms around my neck. I struggled to lift Mom into the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature, and filled the bathtub more than halfway. When I looked back at Mom, I found her already undressing with her back to me. When she saw me coming, she pushed me out of the bathroom like a thief. After that, Mom treated me even better than before. As long as I didn't do anything too outrageous, Mom would tolerate it. Mom still made me a midnight snack every night, and I wasn't as impatient as Mom had worried. We had sex once or twice a week on average. Except during intimate moments, I still respected Mom. Although I had a physical attraction to my mother, it didn't affect my studies. Many people have a masturbation habit, and my behavior can be considered a form of sexual regulation. As long as you don't see it as a sin, it won't have any negative impact. I ranked 14th in the whole school in the high school entrance exam and entered the second-best high school in the city. During my high school years, my mother was still my only sexual partner, but the frequency decreased significantly. Three years later, I entered a prestigious university with a score that was 10 points above the first-tier university admission line. In university, I had a girlfriend and a new life. My relationship with my mother gradually faded. My mother really liked my girlfriend and genuinely liked her. My mother always supported my choices without reservation, and I am still grateful to my mother to this day. Over the years, I have met many people and experienced many things. My heart is always restless, and sometimes I inevitably recall some memories of the past. Out of sheer boredom, I wrote down these little things to pass the time.

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