Mother and child's love on a stormy night

The story takes place ten years ago, in the summer. Our family of three had planned a three-day, two-night intellectual trip to Nantou, but fate had other plans. My father received a last-minute order to go on a business trip to Kaohsiung, and our two-week-long intellectual journey had to be canceled.
Seeing my sullen expression, my mother knew I was upset about the trip falling through. Actually, wasn't my naturally lively and outgoing mother also worried about this?
Suddenly, a naive thought flashed through my mind. Taking advantage of the opportunity to complain to my mother, I unexpectedly offered my idea.
"Mom, just because Dad can't come with us doesn't mean we can't go! Besides, we're adults. Even if we go away for two or three days, it's not a big deal. And... if I don't tell you, and you don't tell me, how will Dad know?"
I thought it was just a nonsensical argument, but my mother was so easily convinced. She probably had the same thought as me, but was just too embarrassed to say it out loud.
The next day, my mother and I packed our bags and set off for Nantou. We chatted and laughed all the way. This was the first time I had enjoyed such family time since starting junior high school. Looking back now, it seems that the decision to travel alone with my mother was the right one. If my father were with me, everything might have been a hindrance, but with my mother, I could be completely uninhibited. My mother is a very easygoing woman. I've always been very close to her since childhood. Firstly, we both have the same childlike temperament as me, so we have a strong mother-son bond. Secondly, since marrying my father, my mother has lived a monotonous domestic life, which is like heaven and hell compared to her wild youth. Having finally had a chance to be alone with my mother, she naturally wanted to indulge herself.
At noon the next day, we arrived at a ranch deep in the mountains of Nantou, but suddenly a torrential downpour began. My mother and I had to take shelter in the small wooden cabin we had rented beforehand, still hoping that the sky would clear up soon.
But the storm showed no signs of abating; in fact, the wind and rain intensified after nightfall. We learned from the radio that a typhoon was approaching Taiwan, a devastating blow to my mother and me who had planned to have a wonderful time.
"I'm sorry, it was all my fault for being so stubborn and insisting on coming. Now we're stuck in the mountains, unable to move. Dad will definitely punish me when he gets back," my
mother said, gently pulling me into her arms to comfort me. "Actually, Mom was also at fault. If I hadn't wanted to come, you wouldn't have been able to come , right?"
We smiled at each other, sharing our deepest feelings without reservation, demonstrating our trust and reliance on one another. This undoubtedly made us believe that we were a mother and son that everyone admired.
As the night deepened and the storm intensified, the cabin offered shelter, but the howling wind was terrifying. To distract ourselves from the storm, I suggested we play on the double-person bridge to pass the time.
"I don't know how to play the double bridge."
"It's very simple, let me teach you! This double bridge is also called the honeymoon bridge, it's the perfect way for newlyweds to pass the time during their second honeymoon..."
Before I could finish speaking, I noticed my mother's cheeks were flushed. She didn't quite understand what I meant, but I just poured my heart and soul into teaching her how to play the double bridge. My mother seemed to have an extraordinary talent for playing cards. She had already grasped the knack after only ten minutes of learning, and she won several games after playing a few rounds. Not one to back down, I immediately challenged my mother to a game.
"This is so much fun! Let's make a bet!"
"That would be perfect! I was worried you couldn't afford to lose! But what should we bet on in this desolate place?"
"So you're sure you'll win?"
My mother nodded confidently. "Absolutely! I'll bet on whatever you bet!"
"I'll bet on anything,"
my mother said firmly. "I'll never go back on my word! I'm a liar."
Hearing my mother say that, my playful nature was rekindled, and I jokingly suggested to her, "Let's bet on our clothes! Whoever loses a round takes off a piece of clothing! Until we're naked."
I thought my mother would scold me for my joke, but to my surprise, she agreed immediately, as if I were the one who would be stripped naked. Just to prove her right, I decided to have a serious bet with my mother.
Strangely enough, from the very first round, I suffered a crushing defeat. My clothes were stripped off piece by piece by my mother. I, who was already wearing very few clothes, was reduced to just my underwear in less than half an hour, while my mother only lost her tank top and stockings.
Just as I was about to be completely stripped naked and utterly defeated, my mother looked at me with a smile and asked if I wanted to wager my last piece of underwear. I firmly said, "Who says it's only a dog to back out after a bet!"
So the game continued.
Perhaps it was a stroke of luck, but I finally won the next round. Seeing my mother with only her top, skirt, bra, and underwear on, I knew that any one of them would make me incredibly embarrassed.
"How about we stop here?"
"No way! You want me to be a puppy? We have to play until the very last round!"
My mother said firmly, reaching inside her shirt to undo her bra and place it on the pile of clothes we'd taken off.
Her actions startled me. I'd thought she was just joking, but she was so serious. It seemed she wouldn't give up until I continued. I thought, well, my body is something my mother has seen since I was little, so there's nothing shameful about being stripped naked. But what if I win? Wouldn't I be able to...?
Thinking this, my face flushed crimson.
No, how could I have such filthy thoughts? She's my mother who gave me life and raised me! Luckily, the light in the cabin was dim, and my mother couldn't see my red face. Otherwise, how could I explain this secret?
I looked up at my mother. She was intently calculating the cards in her hand, showing no embarrassment at having taken off her bra. My gaze involuntarily drifted to her chest.
Because of the sweltering heat, she was only wearing a thin silk blouse. Now, with her bra off, even in the dim light, I could clearly see her firm breasts, especially her slightly protruding nipples, which were impossible to hide.
Although my mother was nearing forty, by most women's standards, she was remarkably well-preserved. If it weren't for the crow's feet around her eyes and the slightly wrinkled skin on her hands, it would be difficult for most people to guess her true age.
My mother wasn't conventionally beautiful, but she possessed a figure that would outshine most women. Therefore, she was never shy about showing off her body. But as her son, I had always only seen her as my mother, never harboring any improper thoughts. Only now did I realize that my mother was more than just a mother; she was also a very beautiful and feminine woman.
My heart began to race, and my hands trembled slightly, but my mind remained clear. Yes, I had to win. I had to win every last bit of my mother's body. I had to feast my eyes on her beautiful form. I had to... I had to... I had to...
After a struggle, I finally won another round. After a moment's hesitation, my mother stood up slightly, then bent down and reached into her short skirt to pull down her panties. Just as her panties were slowly being pulled down from her legs, my penis, unable to withstand such intense stimulation, throbbed violently. In its extreme engorgement, the glans involuntarily peeked out from under her panties, and by sheer coincidence, my mother, who had just stood up, saw it. She smiled, tossed the panties onto the table without saying a word, and sat down.
"Looks like I'll have to play this next round seriously, or Mom's going to be exposed!"
I suppressed my impulse and surging thoughts, dealing the cards with trembling hands. When I saw the cards in my hand, I almost cried out in surprise. I had a long hand, and it seemed I was going to win this round. But did I really want to win? Did I really have the courage to watch my mother sit across from me with her top or bottom exposed?
The panties my mother had just taken off were right in front of me. The sexy style and transparent fabric of the panties aroused endless fantasies and desires. I closed my eyes and could vaguely smell the fishy smell emanating from my mother's panties...
"Mom, you should think about whether you should take off your shirt or your skirt first."
"You're so confident, kid! I won't stand for it. If I lose, I'll strip naked in front of you, no need for any 'take it off first' or 'take it off later' rule." "You
have to keep your word..."
"A cheater is a dog!"
Sure enough, in less than five minutes, I had won decisively. I stared at my mother's body with lustful eyes, watching how she would resolve this awkward situation.
My mother looked at herself shyly, seemingly pleading for me to take back my promise, but I was already burning with desire at the sight of her underwear. How could I give up so easily? I insisted that my mother take off her clothes. Knowing she couldn't refuse, she could only slowly reach out to unbutton her shirt...
The moment my mother's two round breasts popped out from under her shirt, I couldn't help but exclaim, "Mom... your breasts... I mean, your nipples... no, no... your chest... are so beautiful... really so beautiful..."
Seeing my eagerness and my stammering incoherent words, my mother laughed happily.
"What's so beautiful about them? I'm almost forty, and these breasts... are starting to sag."
"No, not at all, they're beautiful. My breasts are comparable to Amy Yip's."
Actually, my mother is quite ordinary-looking. If I praised her for her beauty, she wouldn't be happy; instead, she would think I was provoking her. On the contrary, she was never stingy with praise for her figure, especially her 36-inch breasts, which were full, attractive, and very eye-catching. But as her son, this was the first time I had ever praised my mother's breasts for being so charming, and my mother was undoubtedly pleased to hear it.
"You little brat, you can't say anything decent. You never say anything serious. Did you learn that from your father?"
My mother scolded, but her face was full of pleasure. Her hands were still busy untying the sash around her waist. At that moment, I knew that my mother no longer saw me as her son, but as a man, a man who appreciated her beauty. I knew how monotonous and dull her life had been all these years at home, yet she was a woman who craved excitement. Could it be... could it be that what my mother was thinking now was the same as mine...?!
As my mother slowly took off her tight skirt and tossed it lightly onto the table, her arms crossed tightly in front of her chest, and she never got up, even though I knew she was completely naked, I could only imagine the alluring curves of her lower body through the long table in front of me...
Seeing me staring at her in a daze, my mother blushed. She cupped her breasts with one hand and busied herself gathering her clothes that were lying on the table with the other. Seeing my chance slipping away, I quickly stopped her and grabbed her hand.
"You've already taken your clothes off, why won't you let Mom put them back on? You'll make me catch a cold!"
"No... I just think... since Mom's already taken her clothes off, why be stingy and let her son take a look? Besides, Mom has such a great figure, it's such a waste to keep her so covered up every day. I really wish I were a baby so I could bathe with Mom, who has such a great figure, and..."
I don't know where I got the courage, but I said so many indecent things to my mother. In my excitement, I almost blurted out "sleep together," but to my surprise, my mother laughed heartily, not angry at all. Instead, she stood up, but her other hand casually covered her genitals.
"You little pervert! Look all you want! If your dad finds out, he'll kill us both."
I scrutinized every inch of my mother's skin from head to toe. She seemed a little embarrassed by my gaze, but she couldn't bear to spoil my fun. She stood there motionless like a wooden doll, her eyes fixed on the window, unwilling to meet my gaze. But I knew she was overjoyed. How many people get the chance to stand naked in front of others for their amusement, let alone their own son? The thrill she felt was hundreds of times better than riding a roller coaster.
Meanwhile, I couldn't resist my impulse any longer and pulled out my penis to masturbate. Even though my mother was standing right in front of me, I was already reckless. My eyes were fixed on the pubic hair between her legs that she couldn't cover with one hand, and I wanted nothing more than to pull her hands away... and rape her.
When my mother heard me fall silent, she curiously peeked at me out of the corner of her eye. She was shocked to see me boldly taking out my penis to masturbate, and panicked, she turned and ran towards the bathroom.
Realizing the trouble I had caused, and seeing my mother's panicked state, I thought she probably didn't share my sordid thoughts. But since the mistake had already been made, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and apologize to her.
I knocked on the bathroom door for a long time, but my mother didn't answer a word. Her anger was obvious. Disappointed, I returned to the table. Seeing my mother's sexy panties still lying there quietly, I unconsciously hid them away.
During this trip, my mother and I had slept in the same bed. Now that this had happened, I figured she wouldn't want to sleep with me anymore. I grabbed my blanket and pillow, used the sofa in the living room as my bed, and went to sleep first. Before falling asleep, I didn't forget to sniff my mother's panties before drifting off to sleep...
The night grew deeper, the wind and rain intensified. I don't know how long I slept, but I was suddenly gently shaken awake. Opening my eyes, I saw that it could only be my mother.
"Mom...I'm so sorry about what happened just now..."
"Don't say anything. It's windy and rainy outside, and the weather is getting colder. Go to bed and sleep so you don't catch a cold."
"No, no, unless Mom forgives me first."
My mother suddenly fell silent, looked out the window, and after a long while, said softly, "Actually, I've been playing the Honeymoon Bridge game for over ten years, and I'm quite good at it. I beat you all the way. Don't you think I'm surprised?"
"But, in the end, you were completely naked. Could it be..."
My mother turned to look at me, a strange smile appearing on her lips. In that instant, I understood everything, but...am I dreaming?
My mother was squatting in front of the sofa, her long, slender legs mostly exposed from her pajamas. I boldly reached out to touch my mother's thighs, but seeing that she didn't react at all, I became even bolder and reached down her thighs into her pajamas. When I touched my mother's genitals, I was surprised to find that she wasn't wearing any underwear!
"You little brat, you dare steal your mother's underwear? That's your mother's most beloved pair of underwear. Your father took it from France... Oh dear... you impatient little brat..."
Before my mother could finish explaining where the underwear came from, I pounced on her like a tiger, pinning her to the floor and forcefully kissing her. My mother didn't resist, just lay there letting me caress her body at will. Only then did I realize that my mother was wearing nothing but that thin nightgown. After a frenzied kiss, my mother's pink neck was covered in bruises from my rough biting, but she seemed to enjoy it. It wasn't until I couldn't hold back any longer and wanted to penetrate her that my mother asked to go to the big bed.
By this time, my mother and I were both completely naked. As soon as we got into bed, I couldn't wait to part her legs and penetrate her. My mother gently held me, whispering in my ear, "Don't rush, tonight... there's still plenty of time..."
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Dawn broke, the wind and rain subsided, and sunlight streamed obliquely into the room through the window. I was startled awake by the blinding sunlight. While still wondering if last night's passionate night had been just a dream, I was shocked to find my mother sleeping soundly, naked, nestled against my chest. This confirmed that it was all real, not a dream. Recalling last night, under my mother's gentle guidance, we had made love four times in a row, until my penis could no longer get erect due to repeated ejaculation, and I finally fell asleep, still feeling unsatisfied.
Looking at my mother sleeping soundly on the table, I felt a mix of anxiety and resentment. But what's done is done, and I could only continue down this path. Facing the mother who gave me life and raised me, now the object of my incestuous relationship, I felt uneasy and guilty towards my father. But after carefully examining my mother's alluring sleeping posture, desire immediately overwhelmed my conscience and reason. Before my mother even woke up, we began our first act of the morning...
From then on, my mother and I lived a life similar to that of husband and wife, deriving full sexual satisfaction from each other. The only obstacle was my father. Fortunately, his frequent business trips created many opportunities for my mother and me to be intimate. This incestuous relationship between my mother and me lasted for ten years until I got married. Now my child is over a year old, and my mother occasionally sneaks off to be intimate with me under the pretext of seeing her grandson. Not only does my father not suspect anything, but even my wife welcomes it. However, my mother is getting older and can no longer engage in the frenzy of four times a night like she used to. Sometimes, we can only use oral sex to satisfy ourselves.
This summer, I specially arranged a family trip to the mountains of Nantou, mainly to reminisce with my mother about the little cabin and the stormy night that brought us together.
In the afternoon, my mother used the excuse of needing me to accompany her for a walk to send my wife and father away, and the two of us went into the woods.
Suddenly, I had many questions I wanted to ask my mother, and just as I was about to speak, she spoke first of all the doubts that had been lingering in my heart for many years.
"Actually, ten years ago, the moment you suggested playing the honeymoon bridge, I had the idea of...becoming involved with you. But how could a mother bring it up? Who knew you, you lecherous devil, wouldn't even spare your own mother, scheming to take advantage of me, playing those striptease games. I had to pretend I deliberately lost and had to take off my clothes, otherwise how would you have had the chance to make your move on me?"
"If that's the case, why did you hide in the bathroom when you saw me masturbating?"
"Actually, I hesitated. First, I was afraid of betraying your father, and second, I was afraid you would blame me for accusing you of incest." "
And then you changed your mind?"
My mother laughed and slapped me, saying, "Wasn't it because you stole my most beloved pair of briefs!"

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