From planning to success, incest with mother

My family lives in the countryside. There are five of us; I'm the youngest. I have an older sister and an older brother. My sister was born in 1986, my brother in 1988
, and I was born in 1990!
My dad went to work away from home after my brother started junior high school, traveling all over the country, only coming
home once a year (sometimes only once every few years). He only stopped going away this year after my brother had a child. In my area, we call this
"going on three journeys," and I believe people in rural Guangdong understand this!
My older sister and brother are very studious; they both got into junior high schools in the city, and
they only come home once every two weeks or once a month to get their living expenses! This kind of family environment made it easy for my relationship with my mother to develop without anyone
finding out!
I've loved reading novels since I was little. Every weekend, I would rent a book to read at home—the kind of
thick online novels that cost 10 yuan with a 50-cent deposit per day. One day in 2004, I saw a novel called "The Romantic Continent" in a store.
I glanced at the contents and was immediately captivated. I was moved, and the shopkeeper grinned lewdly when I paid the deposit!
Everyone knows what this novel is about; some parts even have color illustrations, mostly
pictures of women giving men oral sex. I guess my current love for oral sex is influenced by this early education. I was so excited back then
, I didn't even return the book! I thought, "10 yuan for this book, it's worth it!" It's still at home!
After reading that book, I learned so much: I learned to buy porn, I learned to peep at women,
I learned to secretly touch women's breasts when there are many people around to get hot water—they feel so soft and comfortable—and I learned to masturbate.
I still remember the pain after my first ejaculation; it hurt for a whole day! Anyone who says men
don't feel pain when they lose their virginity, I'll fight them!
That book mainly talked about incest, so back then... The objects of my sexual fantasies during masturbation were all women I knew who were a
certain age. A chance encounter sparked a strong interest in my mother, and I still remember that scene
.
First, let me explain: our bathroom and kitchen were in the same room, separated only by a brick wall.
The shower entrance had no door and faced directly into the kitchen entrance. After my mother finished showering, she realized she had forgotten her clothes
and asked me to go to the room to get them for her. When I picked up her bra and underwear,
a desire to see my mother's body arose within me.
I forgot to mention that this was in 2005; I was 15 years old, and my body was well-developed. At 1.7 meters tall and
60 kilograms, I looked like a little adult. During masturbation, I specifically measured my penis with a ruler: 15.5 centimeters long and
3 centimeters in diameter. 5 centimeters.
My mother was born in 1967, 1.65 meters tall, and weighed 57 kilograms. She was rather delicate-looking and married
my father quite early. Although we lived in the countryside, her skin wasn't dark, and neither were my siblings and me; we never got too tanned, no matter how much we tanned
. My grandmother said we inherited her genes.
Desire made me deliberately go into the shower room to look at my mother's body when I handed her the clothes. It was the first
time in 15 years that I'd seen a mature woman's body, and I was completely stunned. When my mother saw me staring at her, she immediately pushed me
out.
While cooking in the kitchen, my mind was filled with thoughts of my mother's full body. At 38, her body exuded mature charm.
Because she often did farm work, she had no fat on her body. What I loved most were her breasts—round and full. Now
I think they look a bit like Bodo's. Yoshio, both are very big and white! There's only a little bit of hair down there, and it's plump, a bit
like a steamed bun!
That night, thinking about my mother's voluptuous body, I ejaculated three times, each time with
more semen than I'd ever experienced before!
Ever since seeing my mother's body, I've had a strong urge to have sex with my own mother. I believe everyone
who's read erotic novels or watched erotic films during puberty has had this feeling, only the objects are different!
The desire to have sex is so strong that seeing a woman who's even slightly presentable makes me want to have sex with her!
Having read many incest novels, I have some experience. I slowly planned and implemented
my incestuous relationship with my mother, gradually testing, teasing, and hinting.
Here, I'll mention that those who, upon having desire, immediately have sex with their mothers and succeed... The novel is so damn fake. Even if your mother
is a slut, she won't let you have sex with her the first time. Except for rape and drugging.
The bond between mother and son, blood and flesh, is not so easy to break. From the first day I started implementing the plan, it took more than six months for my penis to be inserted into my mother's hole
! And most of the time it was only my mother and I at home that it was so fast!
I remember the plan started in May 2005. The plan (1); pretending to sleep.
At that time, I had to get up early to work on the mountain on Saturdays and Sundays. I deliberately didn't get up and slept naked. The weather in Guangdong was hot, so I didn't need to cover myself with a
blanket. I kept reading that book, and my lower body was always engorged and hard. When I heard my mother's footsteps
, I immediately stuffed the book into the pillow and pretended to sleep.
I couldn't see my mother's specific expression afterwards, only I knew she stood by my bedside for a while before waking me up. Haha
, maybe Mom didn't expect me to be so grown up at only 15. Maybe it was because Dad hadn't been
home for a year and a half and hadn't seen me in so long.
I pretended to be asleep to show Mom my erection for over two months, until things progressed further.
Every ten days or so, I would masturbate and ejaculate on my thighs and stomach, leaving a lot of semen stains
, making Mom think I was having a nocturnal emission! Everyone knows that after ejaculation, there's a lewd smell in the room, and mature women
are very sensitive to that smell!
My purpose: to arouse Mom's desire. After all, a woman at 38 is in her prime
, and with Dad having been away for a year and a half, she must be thinking... Plan ( 2
): Showering
Since the kitchen and shower room are in the same room, I deliberately shower while my mother is cooking. I
also intentionally take off my clothes in front of her. Sometimes, after working in the fields on Saturdays and Sundays, I would sweat a lot and need to shower with hot water
. Afterward, I would deliberately make an erection before getting dressed so my mother could see.
Alternatively, I would cook while my mother was showering. Because our water tank is in the shower room, I
need to go into the shower room to use water while cooking, so I can see my mother's body, even if it's just a quick glance.
Of course, my mother objected at first, but I said I didn't know why I
would get an erection after showering with hot water, and besides, you're my mother, I'm your son, what's there to be afraid of? Later, she stopped saying anything. Perhaps because of my mother...
In my mother's heart, I'm still a child!
Purpose: This was to gradually dispel my mother's unease about incestuous relations with her son, while simultaneously amplifying her
desires. A woman who hadn't had sex with her husband for a year and a half, seeing men's naked bodies frequently
would inevitably arouse desire, laying a solid foundation for further action!
Other details included telling jokes, offering words of care and praise,
lying on my mother's lap while watching TV, and lying about school assignments requiring her to massage her—in short,
more physical contact and communication with my mother, ideally making her see me as a friend. I
won't go into specific details here.
Major Progress: The above plan and details had been implemented for over two months, and my mother had accepted my somewhat
outrageous behavior.
Until one evening, my mother and I were watching the news on the sofa (I was lying on her lap).
A news report mentioned a nine-year-old boy still breastfeeding his mother. My mother laughed and said, "How can someone so old still
want to breastfeed?"
Seeing this news, my mind was filled with images of my mother's round, full breasts, and I said, "Mom,
I want to try sucking your breasts too."
My mother paused for a moment, then said, "Are you trying to kill yourself? You still want to suckle? Didn't you suckle when you were little?"
Of course, I wasn't giving up. I just wanted to because it had been so long since I'd had any, and I'd forgotten what they tasted like. "Just let me have a taste,
just once," I pleaded.
As I spoke, I reached out and touched my mother's breasts. Because she was wearing a bra, the first sensation
was a little firm, unlike the feeling I had when touching female classmates' breasts at school. Everyone knows that back in 2005,
middle school students didn't wear bras, so the breasts felt incredibly soft and smooth.
Then I pressed down hard on my mother's breasts—they were so big and elastic! Unfortunately, my mother immediately grabbed my
hands and said, "You're 15! You still want to suckle your mother's breasts? Aren't you ashamed?!"
My mother didn't realize anything and thought I was just playing around.
"What's there to be ashamed of, Mom? Just once, just one taste..."
Under my persistent insistence, my mother finally agreed.
"Fine, I'll just have a taste."
All my previous planning and attention to detail hadn't been in vain, partly because my mother loves me the most. There
's a Cantonese saying, "The youngest son is the most beloved," meaning she dotes on her youngest child.
Hearing my mother finally agree, I immediately sat down beside her. She pulled up her clothes, revealing her full breasts.
I touched one and said, "I can't eat anymore, Mom, take off your bra."
This time, my mother laughed and scolded me as she took off her bra, revealing her breasts completely.
I looked closely at my mother's breasts; they were truly round and large, without any signs of sagging
or pointing upwards. They were round and plump, with large, pinkish areolas, and small, dark nipples—just a
normal flesh color.
I touched them with both hands; they were still large and full, feeling substantial and elastic in my hands—
it felt so good. Unfortunately, my mother didn't let me touch them any further. "You little rascal, hurry up, just once!"
Hearing this, I reluctantly pulled my hands away, pressed my face against my mother's breasts, and took one nipple into my mouth
(to be honest, even now I think sucking on a breast isn't as comfortable as touching it, and I still find it
incredibly pleasurable to touch a breast while having sex). I stroked the other breast with my hand.
I used all the techniques I knew from novels and pornographic films: stroking, lightly licking, sucking, and gently biting.
Of course, my technique wasn't very good at the time; I was just imitating what I was doing. Perhaps my mother hadn't experienced such intense
stimulation in a long time. After about half a minute, she finally reacted, pushing me away and saying in a slightly reproachful tone, "Weren't you just going to suck for a bit
? Why did it take so long? Where did you learn all this stuff?"
Although my mother's tone was harsh, I knew from her slightly flushed face and slightly panting expression that
she must have been aroused. Of course, I said, "I don't know what happened; I just did it in a daze
!"
Mom didn't say anything more, just told me to go back to sleep. I prepared to go back to sleep, but because it was hot, I
was only wearing basketball shorts. My penis was already engorged and hard, making a small bulge in the loose shorts.
After all, a 15-centimeter penis isn't short. When it stood up through the shorts, it was very close to Mom's face.
Mom became embarrassed and turned her face away. I didn't dare to tease her anymore and quickly went back to my room. A few minutes later, Mom also turned off
the TV and went back to her room.
Lying in bed, my mind was filled with Mom's full breasts. The feel of them was unforgettable. I masturbated intensely.
After the passion subsided, my mind cleared up a bit. I thought about what to do next. Would Mom be angry with me? Would she
stop talking to me? What should I do?
After thinking like this for almost an hour, I finally came up with a solution: I would go to Mom's place to check on her
.
Without a word, I went into my mother's room, called out "Mom!" and was already at her bedside (we
never close the door when we sleep). My nose immediately caught a strange smell (I didn't understand what it was at the time, but later my mother told
me it was the fishy, musty smell from masturbation). My mother answered and asked what I wanted. I
blurted out, as planned, "I can't sleep, I want to talk to you."
As soon as I finished speaking, I got into bed. Seeing that I was already like this, my mother didn't want to tell me to get off. Once in bed, my eyes were drawn to my mother
's full body, and I felt a surge of heat, but I didn't dare make any move. I just lay there silently
. Seeing this, my mother asked what was wrong. After
a few seconds, I said, "Mom, are you angry with me for what happened earlier? I only wanted to take one bite to taste
it and then stop, but for some reason, after one bite I wanted to keep eating. Do you think it's because
I drank too much milk when I was little?" (I remember an article in the newspaper that mentioned how,
influenced by breastfeeding as a child, men can't help but mimic the sucking motion when their mouths touch a woman's nipple.)
Mom's not angry with you, don't overthink it. Go back to sleep; you have school tomorrow.
I had already decided when I came, so of course I wouldn't go back right away. I chatted with Mom for a while, and then
I pretended to fall asleep. Mom was probably tired too, and seeing that I was asleep, she didn't want to wake me up and make me go back to my own bed.
After a while, I felt relieved to find my mother asleep. I thought everything was alright, so I didn't do anything to her
and just went to sleep.
The seed had been planted; once the first time, the rest would be easy. There was plenty of time!
The next evening arrived. After watching TV, my mother went to her room to sleep, and I followed her in. Before she even got
into bed, I jumped on top of her.
My mother then realized what was happening and said, "Why are you sleeping here again? Go back to your own bed."
I found that sleeping with my mother was especially pleasant; I wanted to sleep with her from now on.
"No, you're 15 years old. Go back." "
15 isn't that old. The news said some people in their 20s still sleep with their mothers. Besides,
when my sister came back last time, she slept with you too."
Hearing this, my mother couldn't refuse me getting into bed. I slept naked again, and we chatted for a while before we both fell asleep.
For the first few days, I was very well-behaved, doing nothing but sleeping. Whether I was still or not while asleep is
another matter, as my mother always got up earlier than me to cook breakfast.
Since sleeping with my mother, I stopped masturbating. After a week of not masturbating, I woke up in the morning to
find my penis already erect. I wondered what my mother would think. From then on, I stopped masturbating, and every morning I woke up
with a red flag fluttering down my genitals. I also stopped being well-behaved while sleeping. Every day, after my mother fell asleep, I would secretly touch her full
breasts, thighs, and plump buttocks. The weather was hot, and my mother wore less clothing, and the feel of her made me aroused, but I didn't
dare to relieve myself; it was so difficult to hold back.
At first, I didn't dare to touch my mother too forcefully, just gently stroking her. Later, I realized that my mother was probably tired from working during the day and
sleeping soundly, so I gradually increased the force. Sometimes, when touching her breasts, I would even pull up her clothes or
remove her bra to touch them.
As the saying goes, "The more you climb the mountain, the more likely you are to encounter a tiger." One night, when I was touching my mother's breasts, she woke up, which startled me
. Luckily, I was touching her through her clothes, so I kept my hand on her breasts and pretended to be asleep.
After a while, she moved my hand away. A few minutes later, I pretended to be sleeping on my side, with my hand on her full
body and one leg draped over hers. My mother reacted the same way, and after a while, she moved my hand away.
After that, I didn't dare to do anything like that to fall asleep that night! After that, I used the same method to touch my mother's body
, and pretended to be asleep when she woke up!
About two weeks after I stopped masturbating, I woke up one night and found that I had ejaculated. It seemed that after holding back for more than ten
days, my semen overflowed, and there was a lot of it. I suddenly had a plan. I turned on the light and woke my mother up, and then vigorously touched her breasts
. When my mother woke up, she asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
I pointed to the freshly liquefied semen. "Mom, every month or two, this
stuff comes out of my genitals when I sleep at night. It doesn't feel like urine. It's happened several times already. Am I sick?"
Mom looked at it, a little embarrassed. "It's not urine, and it's not a disease. It's a natural reaction." "
It didn't happen before; it's only been a few months. How can it be a natural reaction?" "This is
called semen. Having this means you're growing. Anyway, it's not a disease, and it won't hurt.
When it comes out, do you feel a little comfortable?"
"Yes, my whole body feels warm and cozy, and it feels so good." "
Hmm, that's right. Mom will get a towel to clean you up."
As Mom touched me, I got aroused. Slowly, the 15-centimeter-long object
was displayed nakedly in front of Mom. Mom was clearly stunned for a moment, then her little hand grasped it. The warm feeling was incredibly pleasurable
. Mom held it in her hand while using a towel to clean the glans, foreskin, and testicles. Her eyes
became hazy. Finally, Mom seemed a little distracted as she took the towel and went to wash herself.
The morning after the nocturnal emission incident, I was startled awake. Why startled? Because I found my genitals
surrounded by small hands. I opened my eyes but immediately closed them again. It turned out my mother was secretly touching my genitals.
Everyone knows that morning erections are usually not very hard, but a boy's body is most sensitive and energetic.
My genitals, held tightly by my mother's hand, became increasingly engorged, harder, and more erect, my glans
red as if bleeding.
My mother noticed the change and, afraid of waking me, let go and went to cook breakfast.
I knew my opportunity to take things further had arrived. That evening, shortly after dinner, I offered to massage my mother
. As mentioned before, to have more physical contact with her, I lied and said that school assignments involved massaging parents. Later
, I massaged her every so often.
The first few times, I obediently massaged her hands, shoulders, and legs, so she readily lay down on the bed. My mother
probably didn't know how much I longed for it, but this time, she wouldn't hold back.
After massaging her legs and hands as usual, I said, "Mom, let me massage your back and waist.
You always seem so tired." Mom lay face down on the bed.
I took the opportunity to ask to sit on her lap; her large, round buttocks were so tempting.
Resisting my desire, I pressed my hands against her waist. Being older, her buttocks weren't as soft
and smooth as my younger classmates', but they were firm and smooth. I slowly moved towards her back, and as I massaged, my pinky finger tentatively traced her bulging
breasts. Mom didn't feel anything. As I gradually increased the pressure with my pinky finger, she must have realized my intention
, but she didn't say anything.
By the time I reached her shoulders, my genitals were already bright red, like an iron rod pushing against her loose sweatpants. I pretended
to press too hard, pressing my genitals against her bouncy buttocks.
My mother's body jolted, but she didn't make a sound. I knew I was in luck. While massaging her shoulders
, I also nudged her buttocks. It felt much better than using my hands. With each nudge, her large buttocks sank in. After
about a minute, she patted me and said, "Okay, get up. You don't need to massage anymore. I'm
not tired."
She then turned to look at me, pretending nothing was wrong. As usual, I took off my clothes and lay down on my side beside her,
reaching for her breasts with one hand. My mother didn't move, as if she were really asleep. Seeing that she didn't object,
I started touching her through her clothes.
As I increased the pressure, touching and grabbing, my mother started to breathe heavily, but still didn't make a sound. I boldly slipped
my hand inside her clothes, pushed open her bra, and started touching her. This time, my mother stopped me with her hand.
Ignoring the scenes from pornographic films, I continued to touch and stroke, drawing circles on her breasts and pinching her nipples.
Soon, my mother's hands went limp, her breathing became heavier, and she even made a nasal sound, but she remained silent and closed her eyes.
Seeing this, I pressed my body forward tightly, my lower body deeply against her buttocks, while
one hand slipped inside her collar and the other roamed over her body.
Just as I reached into her loose shorts to unbutton her underwear, she suddenly grabbed me.
I whispered in her ear, "Mom, it hurts down there." I then
moved her hand towards her lower body and instructed her to hold my penis and masturbate.
Honestly, it wasn't very comfortable; it was better to do it myself. After removing her hand, I continued to touch her
lower body. Just as my palm touched her under her underwear, she finally spoke: "Don't
move!" She firmly grabbed my wrist with her other hand, still without opening her eyes.
Seeing my mother like this, I dared not move my hands, but my fingers could. I deftly rubbed my mother's
genitals through her underwear with my five fingers. My mother shuddered slightly, this time without making a sound, but her hand still gripped
my wrist tightly.
Just like that, recalling the techniques and movements described in novels and pornographic films, I reached one hand inside my mother
's clothes to touch her breasts, while the fingers of my other hand rubbed and pried at her vulva through her underwear.
My mother stimulated me for five or six minutes until she finally climaxed. Her eyes were tightly closed,
her expression pained, her mouth slightly open, her toes curled, and her hands gripping my wrists and groin tightened. Suddenly, her body
arched into an S-shape and trembled violently for a few seconds. At the same time, due to the intense stimulation, I
ejaculated onto her buttocks with a cry…
We remained motionless in this position for several minutes before she opened her eyes. Contrary to my
expectations, she didn't cry or scold me. She simply sighed, got up
, changed her shorts (which were covered in my semen), wiped me clean with a towel, and said, "Go to sleep, it's late!" before lying on her side in bed.
Seeing this, I slowly relaxed and hugged her from behind as we slept. Now, thinking back, I realize that maternal love
is truly the greatest love. No matter what her son does wrong, a mother won't blame him; she will only silently accept it.
Novels say that mature women who have been deprived of sex for a long time become uncontrollably sexually active after experiencing it again, and this theory
is indeed true.
After that night, Mom no longer objected to me touching her breasts in bed; in fact, she enjoyed it. However,
she wouldn't help me masturbate every night, saying it would be harmful to my health. She would only help me masturbate once every three days, and I would help her masturbate.
Throughout the process, Mom's eyes were closed, and she wouldn't scream or shout like in novels; she would only breathe heavily
and make nasal sounds. After the orgasm, she would quietly wipe me clean and go to sleep.
Mom and I tacitly helped each other masturbate like this. At first, Mom was a little
embarrassed in daily life. But as time went on, the number of times we both reached orgasm through masturbation increased, and Mom's
inhibitions lessened, becoming more and more relaxed in bed.
At first, she would let me touch her while she was dressed, but later she would lie naked in bed every night and let me
play with her. My semen would directly ejaculate on Mom's thighs, buttocks, stomach, and breasts.
In daily life, as long as no one else was around, she would let my hands roam all over her body. We gradually began
to help each other masturbate in many places: in the shower, in the kitchen, on the sofa. The most visually stimulating thing was when my mother was cooking, and I
touched her breasts and touched her genitals through her apron.
But my mother wouldn't let me break the final taboo, wouldn't let me penetrate her, wouldn't give me oral sex, and wouldn't
let me lick her genitals. We just touched each other's bodies with our hands.
This went on for more than a month, and my desire to penetrate my mother's body grew stronger, but my mother just
wouldn't let me, until I read an article in a book and found a solution.
Tonight was a day for masturbation. As usual, I touched my mother's big breasts and touched her genitals. My mother's hand instinctively
grabbed my genitals, wanting to help me masturbate, but I stopped her.
My mother looked at me suspiciously, and I said: "Mom, don't use your hands this time, let's change positions!"
"That won't work, you can only use your hands."
My mother thought I wanted to penetrate her.
"No, this time I'll use my legs.
" My mother was even more confused. "
Mom, come on, open your left leg and bend your right leg together."
I said as I did so, and because my mother's right leg was bent, a fleshy slit was formed between her calf and thigh.
I opened her vulva a little to allow my penis to enter, then squeezed it tightly against my penis. The feeling
was much better than using my hand.
Seeing this, Mom understood and closed her eyes, acquiescing to my actions. I used my left hand to hold Mom's vulva and my right
hand to support her right knee as I thrust in and out, watching my penis move in and out of her vulva – it was visually stimulating.
After five or six minutes, Mom's body arched and trembled a few times, but I still hadn't ejaculated. If it were
before, when Mom had been constantly stroking me with her hand, I would have ejaculated in four to six minutes. This time, because
I could control Mom's right leg with my right hand, when I felt the urge to ejaculate, I would open her lower leg a little, making her vulva less clenched and
stimulating me, and the urge would gradually subside. This way, I lasted for ten minutes before ejaculating.
I've been thrusting into Mom's vulva for a month now, and it definitely feels better than using my hand. Because she often does manual labor, Mom's hands
have some calluses. Most importantly, it can improve sexual ability and prolong ejaculation time. After
all, I can adjust the size of the slit at will. I also do Kegel exercises regularly, and since I'm on the school track and field team and train for long-distance running, my stamina is quite good. So
now I can thrust for more than fifteen minutes. Sometimes I even bring my mother to orgasm twice before I ejaculate.
After touching my mother's breasts for a while that night, I stood up. My mother thought I was going to
quickly open my left leg and bend my right leg together to form the slit, as usual, but that wasn't my intention. "
Mom, let's change positions."
"Hmm, but we can't do that."
"Oh, cross your legs. "
As I said this, I crossed my mother's legs together. My purpose in doing this was to penetrate the slit formed at the base of her thighs after her legs were crossed
. I held my mother's legs with my hands, and thrust my engorged penis forward. This position...
As you all know, my burning erection touched my mother's labia majora. She hesitated for a moment, her expression a little uncertain
, but she remained silent as long as I didn't proceed further.
My penis rubbed against her labia majora as I moved in and out between her thighs, and soon her expression became dazed
, and she became somewhat wet. I held her thighs with both hands, thrusting vigorously, and at other times
grabbed her breasts. This time, the stimulation was quite intense; she seemed close to orgasm in just three minutes.
Then, as planned, I spread her legs apart, and before she could fully regain her senses, I
forcefully thrust my penis into her opening. She was already wet, and it went all the way in. It felt like all the novels were fake, with
descriptions of heat and suction. The temperature inside was just normal body temperature, though it was certainly wet.
With my entry, my mother let out a satisfied groan, opened her eyes, and looked at me with a complicated expression,
still silent. I didn't dare look at her, my penis continuing to thrust in and out of her wet passage.
As I thrust in and out, Mom closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate, her expression becoming dazed, as before
; perhaps she was already close to climax. Although the temperature inside wasn't as fiery as described in novels, it
was still warm, and the stimulation to my glans was far superior to that of my hands.
Since it was my first time, I felt the urge to ejaculate after about three minutes of thrusting. Mom's previous climax was
also approaching, so I held her waist with both hands and thrust wildly twenty or thirty times before losing
control, my semen shooting forcefully into her body (my mom had an IUD inserted and her ligation was done after giving birth to me, so I always
ejaculated inside her).
Stimulated by my hot semen, Mom also climaxed, this time more intense than the climax I had induced with my hands.
I saw her breasts red and hot, her areolas swollen, her neck flushed, her breathing rapid, her body trembling, emitting muffled
groans like a wild animal. Moreover, I felt a distinct contraction from inside her, a suction like described in novels
, pulling me in so comfortably that I clung to her body.
After two or three minutes, Mom said in a complicated tone, "I knew this would happen sooner or later."
I looked at Mom weakly, not daring to speak. "
Aren't you getting off? How long are you going to hold me?" Hearing this, I knew Mom wasn't angry with me. Maybe, as she said, 　　she had already prepared for this
when we were helping each other masturbate . 　　After I got off Mom, she took a towel that she had prepared beforehand and dried herself and her genitals 　　, saying softly, "Let's go to sleep!" 　　Hearing this, I was very happy because, based on my previous experience, I knew Mom had allowed me to do this. 　　Satisfied, I hugged Mom from behind and went to sleep, of course, my hands still on her large breasts. 　　From then on, Mom and I made love every three days. Later, Mom was worried about my health, so she changed it to once a week, but 　　I was still very happy. 　　Since we crossed that final line, Mom and I were like lovers. We started kissing, which we had never done before, and 　　slowly she also started giving me oral sex, becoming more and more skilled. 　　I still remember how Mom looked when she gave me oral sex for the first time after watching porn, shy and careful, afraid of hurting 　　me. Gradually, she also fell in love with me giving her oral sex. The first time we did, she came in less than two minutes, clinging tightly 　　to me and pressing her head inside. 　　The most memorable time was on New Year's Eve. I was in high school sports class then, and my dad had come home for the New Year. 　　My older sister and brother were putting up Spring Festival couplets, my dad was chopping chicken and duck outside, and my mom was boiling water for me to take a shower. 　　As mentioned before, our shower room and kitchen were in the same room, so I closed the kitchen door from the inside 　　. When I turned around and saw my mom, the thought of not being able to have sex for more than ten days ignited my lust 　　, and I grabbed my mom and pulled her into the shower room. 　　My mom was shocked by my boldness and exclaimed, "Your dad is right outside!" 　　My intense desire made me disregard everything else. I pulled my mom's cotton pants down to her calves, took 　　out my already engorged penis, grabbed her from behind, and started thrusting wildly into her, while vigorously rubbing her breasts with my hands 　　. 　　At first, Mom was a little scared, but later, under my vigorous thrusting, she began to enjoy it. 　　We were both panting, and Mom, afraid Dad would find out, turned on the tap to cover the sound. 　　Mom is a very sensitive person; she can orgasm after only five or six minutes of thrusting, which is 　　much better than my current girlfriend. She orgasmed just like that, but my desire was very strong; I thrust for over ten minutes without ejaculating. Mom leaned over the water tank and 　　whispered, "Hurry up, your dad will be in soon!" 　　Hearing this, I was afraid they would question why I was showering for so long, so I stopped holding back and thrust quickly 　　, ejaculating inside her quickly, feeling an instant wave of pleasure! Later, just as I finished washing my hair, Dad called and came in 　　. He quickly rinsed himself off and left. 　　I've been having incest with Mom since 2005, most frequently during junior high school, about once every three to five days. My desire was 　　strongest and the quality was best during my three years of high school. 　　The top high schools in my city only have a two-day weekend once every two weeks. We also have evening self-study on Fridays, so 　　I go home on Saturdays to stay overnight and return to school on Sundays. 　　I'm in the sports class, training in long-distance running. My endurance, explosiveness, and lower body are all very good. Combined with my pent-up 　　sexual desire for two weeks, I get hard again within three to five minutes after our first time with my mom. Foreplay, 　　oral sex, and actual intercourse usually take about an hour. 　　After graduating high school in 2010, I went to university in another city, studying physical education. Soon after, I found a girlfriend 　　. Let me tell you about my girlfriend. She's very petite, only 1.5 meters tall, and has a completely flat chest, 　　just nipples. I joke that hers are even smaller than mine. But she has very fair skin, and I love it when she gives me oral sex. Having sex with her 　　feels a bit childish. We have a deep relationship, and since we're from the same city and have been together since graduation, 　　we'll get married in a couple of years if nothing unexpected happens. 　　During my three years of university, I went home once a month because my uncle was a driver and I didn't have to pay for the rides. 　　My mother was 43 years old, and with me only coming home once a month, her sex drive had become very strong. 　　The Saturday I came home, she didn't go anywhere. After lunch, she would close the front door, making outsiders think she was...

We'd take a nap, then cuddle like mad, quickly stripping each other naked.
If it were summer, we'd go at it right there on the sofa or floor. We'd eat dinner early, shower,
skip the TV, and rush to bed. I'd give her finger and oral sex for ages, soaking her completely in my juices.
As I mentioned before, my mom is very sensitive, and I brought her to orgasm two or three times. After each orgasm, she
'd rest for a while and then give me oral sex, and also give me a nipplejob with her big breasts, which I love.
Time takes its toll; my mom's breasts are starting to sag a little, but they're still just as big. I still love
the feeling of grabbing them. Maybe it's because my girlfriend is flat-chested, but I love it when my mom gives me a nipplejob. My favorite
position is doggy style, because that way I can thrust while grabbing her breasts.
The next day, Sunday, we'd usually sleep until almost 11 am, and then we'd
have sex again while cooking in the kitchen.
Especially when it's hot, my mom never wears underwear at home, just shorts. She still
wears a bra, though, because she's afraid someone might come by. So, my mom would lean against the stove, the water tank, or the cupboard, and I'd
pull down her shorts, not even bothering with foreplay, and just forcefully thrust inside, fucking her hard. I'd reach inside her clothes and play with her breasts,
because I usually climaxed quickly due to the violence. After lunch, I'd go back to school. Every time I went home, I'd have
to do it three times. Luckily, my girlfriend's sex drive wasn't very strong, otherwise I really couldn't handle it.
After graduating in 2013, I worked selling home appliances in my aunt's shopping mall, while my girlfriend
worked as a customer service representative at the China Mobile service center across the street.
Our financial situation had improved a lot, and with my older brother having a child, my father no longer had to work away from home. I
couldn't go home easily anymore; I hadn't been back since July 2013. I wondered how my mom was doing. Maybe
with my father's company, she wouldn't be as lonely as before. My desire for my mother isn't
as strong as it was in junior and senior high school, and my incestuous relationship with her might gradually fade away.

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