17-year-old rapes mother

Children from poor families mature early and become independent early. The environment at home and the monotonous life taught me how to find the true meaning of love! That was a long time ago, and I can only vaguely recall its existence. Is the vague the most beautiful? Perhaps not! But it is certainly the most unforgettable!
In my memory, I have a deep affection for my mother. However, it was just a pure son's love for his mother. My parents only had me as their son, and because my family was poor when I was young, the three of us lived in a house of less than 40 square meters. Perhaps it is natural for mothers to have a better relationship with their sons, so compared to my mother, my father was much less affectionate towards me.
My mother married my father, who was penniless, when she was seventeen. It's said that although he was poor, he treated her very well. From the time I
was born the following year until now, at seventeen, our family's circumstances haven't improved much. However, since I was six or seven, my father has developed a drinking problem, and for over ten years, he's been addicted to alcohol every day. His care for my mother and me has diminished day by day. The biggest harm, however, is the physical damage caused by his drinking and the direct impact on his relationship with my mother, something I only learned later.
My mother's name is Lin Min. She's not tall, but she has a good figure and regular features. Most importantly, she has very good skin, very fair. Although she's thirty-four years old now, her skin hasn't aged at all; she exudes a quintessential womanly charm.
My father was always drunk, yelling and shouting at us. He would yell at my mother and me at the slightest provocation. At these times, I hated my father the most. My mother would hold me tightly or quietly finish the housework, then settle my drunken father down to sleep. I would sit with her at the dinner table, watching her study. At those moments, I felt immense respect and love for my mother, and I secretly vowed to study hard so that she could have a better life someday. These things happened when I was six or seven, or even thirteen or fourteen.
The most memorable event, and the one that changed my feelings for my mother, happened in the winter when I was thirteen. Because my family was poor, I always slept in the same bed as my parents. From the age of seven or eight, when I vaguely understood matters between men and women, I often sensed my parents doing *that* while I slept, but I never deliberately listened or observed. I believed that as a son, I should avoid my parents' private affairs! But I often felt the bed shaking while I was sleeping. After hearing that sound so many times, I naturally developed that kind of desire. But at the time, my mindset was absolutely normal, and I would never have thought that I would have that kind of desire for my mother...
But one winter night, I was woken up by that familiar shaking of the bed. I quietly opened my eyes. It was pitch black all around. I felt my father pressing down on my mother, moving up and down, and occasionally making panting sounds. My mother said softly, "Be quiet, don't wake up A-Ping."
My father didn't seem to say anything, and continued to move. Then I heard my mother make an unintentional "humming" sound, but after a while, the movement and sound stopped. After a while, I only heard my mother sobbing and saying, "Are you impotent again? If that's the case, you should drink less alcohol in the future, okay? It's good for your health." My father still didn't say anything. He seemed to sigh and rolled off my mother. After a while, he fell asleep with a soft snoring sound.
I hid under the covers, pretending to be asleep. It had been a long time, but I could sense that my mother was still awake. She was lying between my father and me, and it seemed like her hands were trembling on her body. A few minutes later, I suddenly felt a hand touch my leg. I froze, thinking, "Could it be my mother?" I didn't know what to do. I could only continue pretending to be asleep. The hand lingered on my body for a while, then began to move downwards. Although I had been awakened by my parents' actions, my penis was still limp. The hand stroked my stomach for a while. I could feel that it was my mother's hand; it was soft. I knew my father's hands weren't as delicate.
The moment her fingertips touched my penis, I shuddered. I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body. The worst part was that I had to pretend to be asleep. My mother's hand gripped my penis completely, slowly stroking it. I couldn't hold back any longer; my penis was getting hard again. My mother probably hadn't expected my penis to be so big when erect. She just stood there, holding it still. I was anxiously waiting for her to stop. Sure enough, after a while, she started again, and I could clearly feel her stroking herself. After a couple of minutes, she sped up. I felt like my lower body was on fire, my glans went numb, and a thick stream of semen sprayed into my underwear. At the time, I didn't know why my mother was doing this. Later, I learned that my father couldn't finish when she was close to orgasm. This was the most painful moment for her, so she unconsciously reached for me, and as she sped up, she also masturbated to orgasm. I pretended not to wake up then and fell asleep after a while.
I slept very soundly that night. When I woke up the next day, both my parents were already up. I pretended not to know anything, took a shower, changed my pants, and secretly observed my mother while eating breakfast. I noticed that her complexion was particularly rosy, and she looked even more alluring. However, when she looked at me, her eyes seemed to avoid mine intentionally or unintentionally—perhaps she felt guilty! My feelings for my mother began to change slightly. I took every opportunity to get closer to her, and I found myself slowly falling in love with her—a feeling I had only ever had for female classmates before.
For the next two months, life continued as usual. Every two or three days, when my parents were doing "that," I would also experience orgasm. But whether they knew or not, neither of us said anything. But the good times didn't last long. I don't know if my dad sensed something or if he thought I was almost fourteen and should sleep separately, but he found a corner next to our bed and squeezed out a space to set up a bed for me... From then on, I could only listen to the familiar swaying of that bed and suffer from insomnia time and time again... Meanwhile, my love for my mom grew stronger every day... I
endured this for four years. I was seventeen. One summer night, my mom and I were waiting for my dad to have dinner, but he never came. Just when we were about to go to bed, one of his friends said that my dad had drunk too much and wouldn't be coming back. My mom locked the door, and we each went to bed in our own beds.
Lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep, not just because of the heat, but I think my mother felt the same way. I heard her tossing and turning several times. Finally, I decided to be bold and whispered, "Mom, I can't sleep. Can I sleep in your bed?"
"Silly boy, what seventeen-year-old boy still sleeps with his mother?"
"No, I haven't slept with Mom in a long time. I want to sleep with Mom tonight!" Without waiting for my mother's approval, I jumped into her bed.
My mother smiled gently and helplessly, "Okay, Ping'er, go to sleep early!" She pulled the thin blanket covering herself over me and placed it across my stomach, patting me to let me sleep.
Lying next to my mother, the moonlight from the window dimly shone on us. My mother was only wearing summer pajamas, and the hazy light couldn't hide her slender yet full figure and the fragrance that kept wafting into my nose. But I didn't dare to do anything to my mother, even though she was lying right next to me. I could only close my eyes again and imagine myself falling asleep.
I persisted like this for about half an hour. Perhaps Mom thought I was asleep, because she turned over and hugged me, her hands gently stroking my body. I could feel her deep emotion and immersion; she treated me completely as another man, not her son. When Mom's hand touched my penis again, I was completely erect. She probably sensed something and stopped abruptly, but I couldn't suppress the desire in my chest. I mustered my courage, turned around, and hugged Mom tightly, rolling over and pressing myself against her. I was incredibly excited, lowering my head to kiss her lips.
Mom was momentarily stunned by the sudden turn of events, but then she quickly understood and pushed me off her, saying, "Ping'er, what are you doing?"
"Mom, I love you, I really love you."
"Silly son, Mom loves you too, but you can't do this. I'm your mother!"
"No, Mom, I've loved you ever since you touched me four years ago. I dreamed of loving you like Dad did.
" "You...you...you know...but..."
"Mom, I know, I know Dad wasn't good to you, so I want to be a man, to love you properly, Mom..."
Mom suddenly cried. Seeing her cry, I quickly said, "Mom, don't cry, it's Ping'er's fault, Ping'er shouldn't have done this to Mom..."
Mom said, "No, Ping'er, you're seventeen now, a sensible young man. Mom believes you. Listen to what I'm about to tell you, your father's health is very poor from drinking. Every time we do *that*, he can only do it a few times. Mom...unintentionally...once I held you...but...but I was very satisfied, and then I couldn't control myself. Can you forgive Mom?"
I didn't expect Mom to say this, and quickly said, "Of course, Mom, I really love you so much. From now on, let me treat you well..."
"But, but we're mother and son, how can you do this?"
"Mom, don't take this so seriously. As long as you're happy and know that your son loves you deeply, that's enough!" After saying that, I kissed my mother's lips again. This time, she didn't resist, and I pressed my lips to hers. I gently sucked on her lips, tentatively slipping my tongue inside, but my mother wouldn't loosen her teeth. I thought that only by arousing her desire could I suppress her reason, so I hugged her even tighter and roughly slipped my hand inside her pajamas. To my surprise, my mother reacted this time.
I realized I couldn't be so restrained; I should be more forceful. My mother might forget that we were mother and son more easily, and it would be easier to arouse her desire. Without saying a word, I ripped off my mother's pajamas. Now, my mother was lying beneath me wearing only her underwear and bra.
"No...no...Ping'er, don't...don't do this..."
But Mom's resistance was useless; I had already ripped off her bra and thrown it on the ground... In the moonlight, Mom's breasts looked especially delicate. Although they were a little loose, they were still full and white. I suppressed my inner impulse, barely daring to breathe. I pressed my face against Mom's breasts, smelling the unique fragrance of a mature woman. I put her nipple in my mouth, first teasing it with the tip of my tongue, slowly feeling it harden. I kneaded her other breast in my hand. "Oh..." That feeling was really good...
Then I pressed my lips against Mom's. At this moment, Mom closed her eyes. I pressed down on Mom, our lips touching, silently facing each other. Mom suddenly took a deep breath... Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I felt a slippery, sweet taste enter. I quickly moved my tongue in return, but when I touched hers, she pulled it back. This only fueled my excitement, so I pushed my tongue deeper into her mouth, finally touching hers. It was sweet, and we sucked on it sweetly, our tongues intertwined...
Suddenly, my tongue was gently bitten by my mother. I realized I had to do something, so I reached down to her panties and placed my palm on her genitals. Even through the panties, I could feel the softness and the high mound there. I started searching for the opening with my fingers (but I had never been with a woman before), but I couldn't find it anywhere. I just felt that her panties were wet. ...Mom wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my head to her lips. I'll never forget the loving look in her eyes and her flushed cheeks. She whispered in my ear, "Take it off..." I pulled on Mom's underwear, and she lifted her buttocks slightly. I stomped the underwear down with my foot...
I pressed myself against Mom's naked body, my penis already hard and throbbing, feeling warm. But I didn't know where to begin, frantically groping Mom's body. My fingers tried to find the place where I was born in those pubic hairy areas, but something felt off. It turned out that Mom's legs seemed to be deliberately teasing me, not fully parted. I tried hard to spread Mom's legs apart, and Mom, seeing my anxious look, suddenly burst out laughing. Pushing me off, I panicked, thinking Mom was changing her mind…
Mom sat up, her beautiful breasts clearly visible in the sunlight. Suddenly, she reached out and touched my penis, which was bulging against my underwear. Her hand gently pressed against my penis outside my underwear, and I felt it throbbing. Perhaps Mom hadn't expected my penis to be so large when erect. She slipped her hand inside my underwear, and when her hand clearly touched my penis, I closed my eyes. I couldn't bear to imagine it, I couldn't bear to look. I was actually with Mom… her, her hand… “Oh…” Mom's hand grasped my penis and gently stroked it inside my underwear. I couldn't take it anymore; I immediately felt the urge to ejaculate… “Oh… Mom… um…”
“Ping’er, I… do we really have to take this step?” Mom suddenly stopped what she was doing.
“Mom… no, Xiaomin, don't think about it anymore, come on…”
“Ping’er, but… won't you regret it? We are mother and son after all, and there's also Dad…”
"Xiaomin, let's not worry about this now, okay? I'll treat you well from now on. Think about what happened between you and Dad, think about the future..."
Perhaps this trick worked. Mom suddenly stopped talking. She suddenly seemed like a different person. She gently pushed me down onto the bed. I lay flat on the bed, and Mom sat between my legs and started to take off my underwear. When my underwear was completely pulled off, my penis stood straight up. Mom reached over and grabbed it, squeezing it occasionally. My glans was engorged and shiny. Mom stared at my glans, then lowered her head and took it into her mouth. When my glans was enveloped by Mom's lips, the feeling was indescribable. The excitement quickly spread throughout my body... What followed made my whole body tremble. Mom gently stroked the glans and the crown of my penis with the tip of her tongue, circling it again and again, then took it all into her mouth and started to tease it. I could clearly feel the glans touching my throat... I stretched my legs out from time to time to express my pleasure, but the pleasure came in waves. My mother gently licked the tip of my penis with the tip of her tongue, then lightly rubbed it with her teeth…
I touched my mother's breasts and murmured incoherently, “Mom… Xiaomin, I… I can’t take it anymore… Hurry, I want… I want it inside…” Perhaps my mother knew I was about to ejaculate, so she stopped licking and brought her mouth to mine. I sucked hard on the tongue that had just touched my penis… I remained lying flat, and my mother straddled me, supporting my penis with her hands, and slowly sat down, aligning it with her vagina. I felt the tip of my penis first in a tight, narrow, wet… The entrance, then Mom's entire buttocks sank down, and the whole penis went in. A soft moan of pleasure escaped her lips; her eyes closed, her teeth clenched, feeling an unprecedented level of satisfaction in her lower body. Her son's thick penis was fully inserted into Mom's vagina, the glistening glans reaching the very back… Perhaps Mom wanted to experience that penetration again, because she actually lifted her buttocks completely. I felt a wave of emptiness—no, I placed my hands on Mom's slender, delicate shoulders, trying to press her down, but Mom had already straightened my penis and sat down, this time much smoother than before…
My mother sat on me, her buttocks rising and falling repeatedly, filling the room with the beautiful "splish splash" sounds of intercourse. Lying beneath her, I was overwhelmed by the pleasure, almost to the point of tears. I longed to see her eyes, to see her expression, but her eyes remained closed, her face contorted with ecstasy. I couldn't bear to call out to her, but I was about to climax... I felt my thighs and the bed completely soaked. Then I felt my mother's vagina contract, her movements slowing, her hips grinding deeply from side to side. I guessed she was experiencing a pleasurable orgasm. I whispered, "Mom... I... I'm so happy, I'm going to cum..." Mom placed her hands on my chest, her fingers gently playing with my nipples, looking at me with deep affection. She then lifted her buttocks a few times. I stared at Mom, reached out and squeezed her breasts, thinking about everything between us. A surge of heat rushed from my feet to my whole body, my buttocks tingled, my penis throbbed in waves, and my glans felt numb and itchy. The semen I had held back for seventeen years finally shot into Mom's vagina in gushes...

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