A mother-son relationship gone wrong, a secret hidden in the darkness.

It was late at night, dark outside the window, and the trees were silent.
Dad, panting, climbed off Mom and lay down silently to one side, breathing heavily. Mom shifted, making a rustling sound on the large bed. I curled up to one side, pretending to sleep, my snores rising and falling, eagerly waiting. My dad
worked at the oil field as an ordinary technical engineer, leaving early and returning late every day, which I thought was very hard. Mom worked at the elementary school in the oil field. Our house was a one-and-a-half-room apartment. I was fourteen then, still considered a little kid by the oil field workers, so I shared a large bed with them. Our family lived a very peaceful life, just like this ordinary night.
I listened quietly for a while; Dad's panting gradually stopped, replaced by thunderous snoring.
Dad is fast asleep. I know the following time belongs to me.
I see Mom is lying on her side, her back to me. In the dim moonlight, I can vaguely see her silhouette, still with its continuous, sexy curves. I quietly and carefully approach Mom beside me, lift the thin blanket covering her, and my hand directly begins to caress Mom's round buttocks. Her buttocks are still sweaty and a little damp, probably from wriggling under Dad earlier. Mom moves slightly without making a sound, just protruding her buttocks a little more towards me. It seems Mom was still not satisfied. Her lower body
is still naked, without a trace of clothing. My hand gently caresses Mom's firm buttocks. These mature and sexy buttocks were once what I longed for most, but I still like to see them swaying when she walks, covered by her pants. I touched her buttocks for a while, then my hand moved directly between her legs.
Soon I found her vulva. Because she had just been fucked, her vagina was still wet, with thick, sticky fluid on her large labia majora. Mom was so wet today! Her pubic hair clung to her vulva, like tender grass lying prostrate on the ground after rain. I stroked her large, slippery labia majora back and forth; it was so fun. Her buttocks
trembled slightly, and my caresses responded. I gently parted her labia majora with my fingers, then inserted my middle finger directly inside. Her buttocks trembled again. I felt her vagina was incredibly slippery; I couldn't tell if it was her vaginal fluid or Dad's semen—it was like a small pond filled with water. I was about to swim in this little pond! I moved my other hand around his body and placed it on his breast. Mom's breasts were large, not very elastic, but very soft and large, and already somewhat sagging. I touched his breast, gently kneading it
; his nipples were still hard, it seemed the passion hadn't subsided. After playing with his breasts for a while, I directly touched his genitals, because that was his sensitive area. My
mother had a lot of pubic hair, a thick tuft. I easily touched her clitoris, and I pinched the little cherry between my fingers and kept kneading it. I could feel her body trembling, and it seemed like more fluid was flowing out of her vagina. Now I could finally make love with my mother easily next to my father. This was the result of a long period of adjustment with my mother. My mother and I were both immersed in this indescribable pleasure and stimulation.
Her hand reached behind her and accurately grabbed my already hard and thick penis, stroking it back and forth a few times, and then gently rubbed my glans with her thumb. My fluid had also come out, and it was covered with my glans after being rubbed by my mother. This was the prelude to my mother wanting me to fuck her. I knew that my mother had been aroused by me and needed the thick thing in her hand. Sure
enough, as soon as I leaned forward slightly, my mother quickly pulled my penis close to her wet labia, pressing it against her vulva. I felt her body heat travel from there to the head of my penis; it was so hot! I carefully held her buttocks with my hands, then used my waist to slowly insert my penis into her vagina until it was completely inside. My glans was already touching the spot where I was born fifteen
years ago. I heard my mother sigh softly, or perhaps exhale. I knew that the feeling of fullness had filled her. Her vagina was very loose
; after all, she wasn't a young girl anymore. My mother, just over forty, had probably been fucked by my father countless times, and besides, she had given birth to me. But I didn't mind. When my mother asked me this question, I clearly stated that I didn't mind that her vagina was loose, and my mother was relieved to hear that. My penis began to move back and forth in my mother's soft vagina, slowly and powerfully. I knew my mother liked doing this. Her vagina was very slippery, with so much fluid that it had stuck to my pubic hair
. I thoroughly enjoyed my mother's soft vagina because it was so easy to fuck her; I could easily fuck her back and forth. At that moment, I didn't see her as my beloved mother, but as a complete slut, a slut completely different from the dignified teacher I was in class during the day.
I fucked my mother from behind for about 20 minutes. Her cunt started to work hard, and my mother used her vagina to grip my penis and thrust her hips to meet my movements. We tried to keep the bed stable, but I could clearly hear the sound of my penis thrusting in and out of her cunt—that sticky, squelching sound, which sounded so lewd and stimulating.
After about 10 more minutes, I heard her breathing become heavier, and the hand gripping my wrist tightened. I knew her orgasm was approaching, so I fucked her even harder, each thrust reaching her almost fully open cervix. Stimulated by me, my mother suddenly shuddered, trembled violently, and then her hand fell limply to her side. At that moment, I
felt her vagina contract violently, and a large amount of fluid gushed out. I couldn't be left behind. A few seconds after my mother's orgasm, I couldn't hold back either, thrusting my penis deep into her vagina and ejaculating wildly into her almost wide-open cervix! I believe most of my semen returned to where it originated.
Speaking of my history of sexual intercourse with my mother, it dates back to a year ago. During that year, our sex life was very harmonious and fulfilling. My mother once told me that my father couldn't satisfy her, and I could fill that gap. Therefore, my mother really enjoyed having sex with me, secretly doing so under my father's nose.
My mother is essentially a very traditional woman. To outsiders, she is a traditional virtuous wife and mother, an excellent teacher. But I think it was precisely this traditionalism that suppressed her emotions and, for a considerable period, stifled her interest in sex until my arrival. Interestingly, in public, in the rational daytime, my mother remains a strict, model mother. Only in the darkness of desire does she release her passion, opening the door to desire to welcome the impact of her husband's and her own son's large penises.
Desire itself is a strange thing. Even now
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I don't understand why my mother only slightly resisted my harassment before acquiescing. I think it might be because her sexual desires were too strong? But is there any reason to prove this conjecture? After all, my mother didn't have any men besides my father and me, so I simply stop thinking about this question, even though it's somewhat related to the topic.
When I was in my teens, my sexual awareness was just beginning to emerge. I remember often sleeping between them. One time, I suddenly felt desire again, not in a dream, but in reality. I reached out and touched his thigh. My mother moved, so I stopped, then gently stroked it again, and then deliberately moved closer to his groin. When I touched his genitals through his underwear, my mother flinched. I was startled, but soon I touched her thigh again, slowly moving upwards, and my mother flinched again.
This time I didn't dare to move again, because I thought my mother was asleep, which is why I dared to do this. Later, my mother told me that she wasn't asleep at all. From the time I was sixteen, my physical relationship with him had lasted for several years, and it had always been very harmonious and fulfilling, at least that's what my mother and I thought.
My mother is a master teacher, a master wife, and a first-rate lover. She's over forty, but her figure remains perfect—a slim waist, full hips, and large, firm breasts that, though slightly sagging, still look incredibly sexy with a bra. She has short hair, which makes her look very neat and clean. I've watched her teach from outside her classroom more than once, and I think she's at her most beautiful then.
This is an oilfield area, and most residents are directly related to the oil fields. I feel we're very unaffected by the outside world; we've almost become a small, independent city, with our own unique customs and traditions.
In this social environment, I think my mother is very traditional, a typical virtuous wife and loving mother. My mother was incredibly sexy when she smiled with her lips pursed. She wasn't very talkative, even when making love with my father. No matter how intense the passion, she would only moan softly, unlike the screams of actresses in adult films. This was probably just her personality.
Only when she was with me was she different. I felt she was very direct then, as if it were perfectly natural. I still don't understand why. The only reasonable explanation is that too many things, like her social status, position, and public image, constrained her outward expression, suppressing many of her sexual desires. She found secret satisfaction in her own home, with me. This is clearly almost perverse, but I've never thought of it as perverse, never even considered it that way.
I've systematically studied incest and discussed it with my mother, but she got a little angry, saying, "Why discuss these things? How boring!"
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Dad is finally away on a business trip again! This is my holiday! Dad doesn't go on business trips very often throughout the year, sometimes he doesn't even go out for a whole year. The most he's ever gone is three times, all to other places for some kind of expert seminar on oil production. $ ]& c, k! q7 _1 uq
This time Dad said he wouldn't be back for a week, and I couldn't hide my excitement. Dad thought it was strange and asked me why I was so excited. I said, Dad, when you go out, won't you bring me something nice when you come back? I looked at him* and Mom didn't have any expression.
6 s8 m9 a; d1 a* hl2 r When we went to sleep at night, it was just Mom and me sleeping in the big bed. The room was very dark after the lights were turned off. After a while, I could see a little bit. At this time, I saw Mom staring at me with her eyes wide open. My heart warmed, and I reached my hand from under the covers to my mother. She was wearing underwear today. When I touched her breasts, she grabbed mine and pulled it to her breasts. Then she lifted the covers and pulled me close, holding me tightly in her arms.
I rubbed my mother's large, full breasts; they felt so good! I whispered in her ear, "Mom, yours are so big." My mother laughed, reached down to my genitals, and grabbed my penis, saying, "Yours are big too, aren't they?" After playing with her breasts for a while, I told my mother to undress completely, and I undressed too. I started touching her vagina. My mother spread her legs wide and laughed, saying, "Your dad's not home today, so you can touch as much as you want!"
His genitals were very full, like a big meat bun, or a plump, split peach, with a thick tuft of pubic hair near the top. Mom was already wet, and touched my hand. His genitals were long and big, soft and slippery, making it easy to insert a finger at the bottom, making it even wetter inside. His hand was also stroking my penis, enjoying each stroke. After it got hard, Mom sat up, climbed on top of me, and whispered excitedly, "Today Mom is going to fuck you, fuck your big penis with her genitals, fuck you until you ejaculate." Mom emphasized the word "fuck," very excitedly
. My mother straddled me, holding my penis in her hand and rubbing the head back and forth until it was covered in her vaginal fluid. Then she lowered her hips, swallowing my entire penis. She braced herself on the bed, brushing her hair aside with one hand, and whispered excitedly, "It's in! Mom's going to fuck you!" Then she began thrusting her hips violently, as if it were really her. I was incredibly excited and matched her movements.
While fucking me, my mother asked, "How's it? Is it comfortable, you little rascal?" I didn't know what to say, just thrusting my lower body in rhythm with her movements. Her thrusts became increasingly intense, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and the splattering of vaginal fluid further stimulating us.
In that position, Mom was on top for about twenty minutes, something unprecedented. In this "good" environment, perhaps stimulating her sexual desire, more mature women's sexual desire erupted like a volcano, the movements becoming increasingly intense. Each deep thrust to the root almost suffocated me. I could see her large breasts heaving up and down like surging waves. After about ten more minutes, her thighs began to tighten, and I felt her vagina tighten as well. She lay on top of me, her buttocks thrusting heavily a
few more times before pressing down, beginning to grind back and forth. I knew her orgasm was approaching.
You see, orgasm is so important to Mom. She once said that she only reaches orgasm when she's having sex with me, under intense stimulation, and that feeling is indescribable. I believe her. She's a late bloomer; she's the kind of woman who's slow to arouse, but once she does, it's a continuous surge until the river of desire overwhelms all rationality. I think that's probably why she accepted my sexual advances and became so engrossed in them.
His water gushed out violently, and I could feel its passionate temperature and humidity. After a
long period of panting and trembling, Mom got up again, climbed onto my head, spread her legs, and slowly brought her vulva close to my face until her wet vulva was pressed against my mouth. Mom liked this position; a position that would be embarrassing for many women, yet it brought Mom a second orgasm.
I greedily stuck out my tongue, licking and sucking my mother's soaking wet vulva, but the focus was on her clitoris. I knew her needs well, knew what she wanted to do. That slightly fishy and slightly astringent taste went straight to my head, like a high-level stimulant, almost making me collapse. I
used all my strength, my tongue was almost numb, and then my mother whispered: "Coming!" Then, that familiar, mature vulva blocked my mouth. At this moment, I felt her trembling, a trembling from the excitement and trepidation deep inside her vagina. For
almost the entire night, my mother and I were fighting endlessly and tirelessly, as if the world was about to end and time was about to run out. I never thought about the future, only the present.
(IV)
: s {4 }0 r1 e% s- f/ o1 v Speaking of later, I don't remember very clearly. It seems like everything is blurry. I don't remember exactly how many times I had sex with my mother, but one thing is certain: almost all of the intercourse was done in the dark. Perhaps it was the stimulation of such clandestine incestuous sex in the dark that brought my mother an extraordinary orgasm. But I remember one exception: that time my sex with him was during the day. Because that was the only time, I remember it very clearly.
3 [ c4 u z5 \, d1 ]3 n( n It seems like several years had passed since my first time with my mother. Thinking about it, it was about three years. By then, my mother had become the principal of her elementary school.
8 ~% ~7 q8 u2 m6 b% r, bk1 It was summer, very hot. I went to her mother's office to pick up the middle school entrance exam materials she had collected for me. It was afternoon. Her mother's office was on the fourth floor, towards the back. The office wasn't very big, but it had a suite; the outer room was for work, and the inner room was a small reception/rest room. When I arrived, my mother was taking an afternoon nap in the rest room.
Perhaps I startled her when I opened the door, because she asked who it was from the inner room. I answered and went in. I saw my mother reclining on a single bed, wearing a light blue suit skirt, a light red striped shirt, and one of her fair thighs dangling off the edge of the bed, wearing very common flesh-colored stockings. A.
As I entered, Mom was getting up. To my utter dismay, as she stood up, I caught a glimpse of her panties through the hem of her skirt—red lace panties! You see, I'd never seen anything like them before. Heaven knows when Mom got them; I later learned Dad brought them back from a business trip. B.
Although it was only for a moment, the image of those red lace panties tightly covering Mom's full mons pubis remained in my mind. The sudden exposure made my head spin, and the sensation of flesh touching in the dark immediately surged up. I could almost feel the softness and moisture beneath that small red patch, and my penis almost instantly became erect! C. Mom
clearly noticed my reaction, instinctively tugged at her skirt, and without any expression, got up and went to the outer office to retrieve some documents from a drawer.
I was following behind my mother, watching her every move intently. When she bent over, I saw the outline of her lace panties, tightly bound by her skirt. That outline made me lose all rationality from the daytime. I quickly pulled down my pants; my thick, throbbing penis was about to explode. I walked up to her, grabbed her waist, and pressed my penis against her buttocks.
My mother was a little surprised by my sudden attack. She turned around and pushed me away, saying sternly in a low voice: "You
rascal! Don't you know where you are?! Are you trying to kill me?!" I didn't move at all, just standing there naked from the waist down, my huge penis erect ,
facing my mother.
My mother saw that I was naked from the waist down, glanced quickly at the door, and seeing that it was tightly closed, still scolded me sternly in a low voice: "You little devil! Do you want to die? Put it on right now!" Then my mother went to the door and locked it from the inside.
I still didn't move and followed my mother. Her face was flushed red, and her lips were tightly pursed. After a slight hesitation, she pushed me into the rest room.
After going inside, my mother caught her breath for a while, gave me a resentful look, and said: "You little devil, I really can't do anything with you. In broad daylight, you... sigh... alright, Mom will give in to you this time, but it's a promise, just this once. If it happens again, I'll break your legs!" After saying that, my mother lifted her skirt, held onto the bed, turned her back to me, and whispered: "Just this once, hurry up!
" I finally won! I'd never seen her sexy, mature ass in broad daylight before. It was white, almost flawless, and her red lace panties clung tightly to her buttocks, dazzlingly red, like a burning fire! The panties were so small, barely covering her swollen vulva, even creating a shallow groove on the tiny piece of fabric! Her flesh-colored stockings were so thin, like the morning mist in a park, beneath which rippled the lake of desire. My
God… I'd never experienced such visual stimulation before! It was completely different from the feeling in the dark. My mother, with her big ass sticking out, facing me, and those panties… damn, I almost came
. Seeing me in a daze, Mom urged, "My darling, come in quickly, don't make a sound, hurry up, my little darling!" She then pulled her stockings and panties down to her knees, and my eyes were suddenly opened to a breathtaking view—a veritable paradise! I had actually seen it! That huge cunt from behind was indescribably sexy!
Even now, I can't find the right words to describe it. I only remember mechanically inserting myself; I don't even remember if there was lubrication. Holding Mom's round buttocks, I only moved about a dozen times before I couldn't hold back anymore. My glans remained at the entrance of her vagina, trembling as I ejaculated. I was almost terrified; my whole body seemed to contract, completely numb.
My mother didn't expect me to finish so quickly. She glanced anxiously at the outer room, but it was unnecessary. Who would come here during nap time? Besides, the door was locked. My mother put down her skirt, grabbed a towel from the bedside table, wiped herself haphazardly, and pulled up her underwear. My mother's face was still flushed, as if she had a fever.
Just like that, my only sexual encounter with my mother during the day ended with my premature ejaculation.
Actually, looking back now, many things that happened a long time ago are unforgettable, especially things like this. Many people may not experience this, but I did. It might be a distorted aspect of growing up. I simply longed for others to understand my secret affairs as an ignorant teenager. Sometimes I even wonder if
it's not just me and my mother who have this kind of relationship in this world? Are there many, many, many mothers and children who have experienced something like this? Do they all have such dark secrets?

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