[Rogue Son, Secretly Sexy Mom] 3-4

【Rogue Son, Sultry Mom】3-4
Author: Attending Physician
Word Count: 5260
Published: December 16, 2017
First Published on this Site: Yes
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I was seven years old and in first grade.
That same year, our family moved into a new house, a large house with a kitchen and bathroom.
But I wasn't happy because the new house had two bedrooms, one for my parents and one for me. Having my own
bedroom meant I wouldn't see my parents having sex anymore.
I threw a tantrum, refusing to sleep alone. My dad ignored me, saying I'd get used to it in a few days; but my mom,
who doted on me, suggested bringing my grandma from the countryside to stay for a few days. I was thrilled, because then
I could play sex games with my grandma again.
However, my grandma said she had to take care of my grandpa and refused to come to the city.
I suspected she was just making excuses; my grandpa was perfectly healthy, why would he need her care? Don't underestimate me just because
I'm young; I'm just as cunning as the adults. I suspect Grandma is intentionally avoiding me. Ever since
we had sex, she hasn't been as enthusiastic about our family as before. Even on
occasions like Mom and Dad's birthdays, she goes home right after dinner. Also, she always avoids being alone with me.
I just don't understand why she's avoiding
me when I clearly enjoyed it. Of course, as I grew older, I understood. Grandma thought having sex with her grandson was too outrageous,
and I was just a little kid. What if she accidentally let it slip
? She was so embarrassed that night, and I took her without her noticing. Afterwards, she was terrified, so she
deliberately avoided me.
Grandma probably thinks I'm just a little kid who'll forget about it in a few years.
But I'm a little devil; I'll never forget something like that.
Grandma won't come, and Mom is at a loss. Seeing that I was fussing and refusing to sleep, my mother had to find a compromise
—she would sleep with me first, and then go to sleep with my father after she had coaxed me to sleep.
Back then, we didn't have a TV, only a radio. To save electricity, the whole family always
went to bed early.
When my mother slept with me, my father slept in the next room, usually listening to the radio and
waiting for my mother to come over. Sometimes, he would fall asleep before my mother even came over. My father snored loudly,
so you could tell whether he was asleep or not just by listening. However, if he wanted to have sex with my mother, he definitely wouldn't
go to sleep first that night.
At first, I was relatively well-behaved, at most just falling asleep while cuddling with my mother. Occasionally, I would pretend to be asleep,
and after my mother went over, I would listen for sounds from next door. If my father wanted to have sex with my mother that day, as soon as
my mother went over, within two minutes, she would hear the sounds of sex from next door.
Usually, after sex, Mom would go to the bathroom, but Dad rarely did; he
would usually just fall asleep immediately.
Seven or eight-year-olds are considered clueless little kids by adults, but I was an
exception. I not only understood sex, but I had also done it. Maybe I was born a monster;
I was exceptionally precocious about matters between men and women, and also very impulsive.
As a child, I always thought Mom was a very feminine person (back then, I didn't understand what
sexy meant). Actually, looking back now, Mom should be considered a very, very sexy woman. Her face
wasn't particularly beautiful, but it was very alluring. There were two things about her that fascinated me most—
first, her fair skin. As the saying goes, "fair skin covers three flaws." Mom's skin wasn't just ordinary white;
it was almost smudged white, flawless from every angle, even the inside of her thighs were white. Second, her figure
was superb! My mom's actual height probably didn't exceed 170 centimeters, but she had a very well-proportioned figure and
exceptionally long legs, making her appear taller. Her breasts were large, white, and firm, and her buttocks
were also plump, white, and perky. Back then, stockings weren't fashionable, and there were no pajamas. Every household was dirt poor
, and women wore flat shoes and boxer shorts. After sex, my mom would go to the toilet naked,
so I would secretly peek whenever she passed my room.
Gradually, I became a little restless. When my mom held me to sleep, I liked to rub my face against
her breasts, and my hands would reach under her clothes to touch her breasts and buttocks. Perhaps out of pampering,
my mom would only scold me a couple of times and let me grope her. However, if I touched her
genitals, she would slap my hand away and call me a pervert.
I said, "Mom, I want to see your pussy."
Mom spat at me and said, "You pervert, dream on!"
Because Dad was next door, I didn't dare to be too outrageous. But the more Mom forbade me to see,
the more I wanted to see. I had seen Mom's pussy once, but I was too young to remember it.
I wanted to see it when Mom and Dad were having sex, but I couldn't see it clearly.
After I started elementary school, I ate lunch at Mom's kindergarten. Since the kindergarten was
n't far from our house, I would go home by myself after lunch.
But one day, I told Mom that I wanted to take a nap at the kindergarten. Mom didn't say anything and
agreed. Anyway, I grew up there, and everyone knew the place, so no one would say anything.
For the first few days, Mom and I got along well! I understood the principle that slow and steady wins the race. Besides,
I needed a good opportunity.
The opportunity came.
That day, it was very hot. Mom was sleeping and kicked off the thin blanket covering her.
That day, Mom was wearing a white t-shirt and gray boxer shorts.
The t-shirt was so thin that her nipples were visible through the sweat.
I first carefully observed my surroundings. All the little kids in the classroom were asleep. Besides, there
was a shelf separating Mom's bed from theirs, so even if one of them woke up, they wouldn't be able to see
what was happening here.
So, I mustered my courage and started to take off my mom's shorts. I'd only taken them halfway off when she woke up. She just
stared at me, her face expressionless.
I was startled and stopped.
I'd pulled her shorts down to her thighs, revealing her fair, soft lower body, though
her legs were tightly pressed together, so I couldn't see the fleshy opening between them.
I looked at her, and she looked at me. For about thirty seconds, neither of us said a word.
Then, after what seemed like a moment's thought, Mom said, "What do you want to do?"
A little guilty, I said, "I want to see your pussy."
She said, "Why would you want to see Mom's... pussy?"
Seeing that she didn't seem very angry, I said, "I just want to see!"
Mom said, "Didn't I show you when you were little?"
I said, "I was too young then, I don't remember much."
Mom suddenly chuckled and said, "So you're an adult now?"
Seeing Mom laugh, I knew she wasn't angry, so I said, "Of course! You'll see if you don't believe me."
Saying that, I quickly pulled down my shorts and showed her my not-so-small penis.
Mom's face turned red instantly. She glanced at my penis, which was proudly nodding at her
!
Even though I'm still young, my penis already looks like an adult's, and it's very hard.
Mom turned her face away and said, "You little rascal, put your pants on now."
I said, "I won't."
She frowned and said, "If you don't put them on, Mom will get angry."
I thought for a moment and said, "I'll put them on, Mom, but you have to let me see your pussy."
Mom paused for a moment and said, "Just this once."
I was so happy to hear that, so I put on my pants. After I put on my pants, Mom gently took off her shorts
and put them aside, then spread her legs and said, "If you want to see, hurry up and see."
I lay between Mom's legs and, imitating what Mom did last time, pressed down on the thick
flesh on both sides of my pussy and tried to pry it apart.
Mom cried out, "Ouch!" and said, "Don't touch Mom's there!"
I said, "Mom, how can I see if I don't pry it apart?"
When Mom heard me say that, she didn't object anymore. So, I pried open Mom's labia,
revealing the pink pussy in the middle. This time I saw it clearly. Mom's vagina really looked like a
baby's mouth, pink and tender, and it was opening and closing, wriggling.
I said, "Mom, is this your vagina?"
Mom smiled slightly and said, "What do you think?"
"I know, this is Mom's vagina," I said confidently. "Your vagina is just like a person's mouth, and
it's even drooling!"
Mom blushed and said, "Don't talk nonsense!"
As she spoke, Mom closed her legs and put her shorts back on.
I snuggled in my mom's arms and asked, "Mom, do you really like it when Dad puts his penis in your
hole?"
Mom lightly slapped me and said, "You little rascal, you kids aren't allowed to ask these kinds of questions."
I said, "I know even if Mom doesn't tell me."
Mom said, "What else do you know?"
I said, "I also know that I was born from Mom's hole."
"You, you're such a little devil!"
"Mom, was I really born from your hole?"
"Of course."
As Mom spoke, one of her hands unconsciously slipped into my shorts and grasped my penis
.
Unfortunately, a wave of sleepiness washed over me, and I quickly fell asleep.
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I didn't seize that opportunity, and I really regretted it for a while. Because from the next day on, Mom would
n't allow me to nap at her place anymore. She was afraid I would be too unruly, and if something went wrong, she would be too ashamed to face
anyone.
Moving into the new house also had one advantage: we had our own bathroom. When I took a shower,
I no longer had to worry about outsiders coming in. As long as the weather wasn't too cold, I would sit under the tap, turn
it on, and let the rushing water hit my penis. It felt amazing.
Because I always took half an hour to shower, my parents were unhappy and often urged me to hurry up.
I would agree verbally, but I always did the same thing. After a while, my mom became suspicious. One time,
while I was playing, she suddenly pushed the door open and came in.
"You little rascal, what are you doing?"
My mom stared at my incredibly erect penis, throbbing from the running water.
"Mom, I...I'm washing my penis..."
"Washing my head! No wonder you've been taking so long! Do you know how much water you're wasting? Get out here right now!"
"Okay!"
I hurriedly dried myself and left.
After that, I became very careful, trying to shower when my mom wasn't home, otherwise I'd
finish in five minutes.
Among kids my age, I was practically a monster. My close classmates either
liked reading comic books or playing games like marbles and card games. Only I was interested in girls
. Back then, there were very few girls in my class who caught my eye; I groped them all
. I remember a girl nicknamed Jiaojiao. She was very pretty, with fair and delicate skin,
a slightly chubby figure, and a sweet, cloying voice. For some reason, every time I talked to her, I had
an urge to reach out and touch her.
Of course, I knew a girl wouldn't let a boy touch her so easily. So I deliberately
made excuses, like saying she had something dirty on her face, or asking her to compare hand sizes, and so on
, to take the opportunity to touch her hands and face.
But one time I went too far.
That day, I dragged her to the slide. She wanted to play but was scared, so I volunteered to let her...
She sat in front of me, and I pulled her up from behind as we slid down together.
Jiaojiao couldn't resist my temptation and agreed.
I was so pleased with myself, holding her tightly. That day, she was wearing a floral dress, and her two plump, white
thighs looked like lotus roots. Every time we slid to the ground, I would take the opportunity to pinch her thigh.
Later, I became bolder and bolder, even reaching under her skirt to touch her private parts.
This made her very angry; she slapped me and ran to the teacher to complain.
I was called to the homeroom teacher's office and received a scolding. That wasn't all; the teacher also called my mother
.
The homeroom teacher, a gossipy old woman, exaggerated the incident and told my mother everything, saying things like if she wasn't
properly educated, she would grow up to be a hooligan. I cursed her ancestors for eighteen generations! With her ugly appearance, even if all the women in the world
died, no man would want her!
My mother's face turned red and white, and I knew she was really angry.
When we got home, my mother gave me a severe beating.
I didn't utter a single word of begging for mercy. I knew my mom's temper; the more you begged, the
harder she'd hit you. Sure enough, seeing I remained silent, she lost her temper. Afterwards, I was quite grateful to my mom
because she didn't tell my dad about it. Otherwise, I would have gotten another beating, and I
don't know how many more times he'd nag me.
However, this incident of being a hooligan wasn't over; the punishment that annoyed me was yet to come. My mom
refused to sleep with me at night anymore. My dad found it strange and asked her why. My mom said that the child was growing up and should
learn to be independent.
Not being able to touch my mom's breasts drove me crazy. At night, when I was bored, I would imagine my mom's naked bottom and masturbate. Several times, after my mom and dad finished, 　　she almost caught me in the act
when she passed by my room on her way to the bathroom . 　　When I was eleven, something happened that I will never forget. It was that incident that 　　changed my mom's attitude towards me. 　　Don't let my young age fool you; I've been masturbating for quite some time now. From climbing flagpoles to rinsing my penis with water, 　　to masturbating, my methods for stimulating my penis have steadily improved. Actually, when it comes to learning how to masturbate, I 　　have to give credit to my mom. Because one time, when my mom held my penis in her hand, the feeling was incredibly pleasurable, like I'd 　　never experienced before. After that, I learned to masturbate. 　　Every time I masturbate, it lasts a long time. At the crucial moment, my penis feels incredibly 　　aroused, and I 　　feel an overwhelming pleasure. At this time, my penis becomes extremely sensitive, almost unbearable to touch, and I feel weak all over, like I've just recovered from a serious illness. 　　That experience terrifies me. I don't know why I feel that way. Many times, I 　　wanted to stop at the crucial moment, but the ecstasy made it impossible. 　　I'm like a gambler betting my life, or a drug addict, knowing I can't continue 　　like this, yet inexplicably repeating that experience. 　　Finally, one day, an accident happened. 　　That night, I was masturbating again and reached the crucial moment when I suddenly felt a liquid 　　gush out of my penis. At first, I thought it was urine, but I quickly realized it wasn't, because this time 　　the liquid was sticky and thick, and the amount was less than usual. 　　I secretly ran to the bathroom and saw that my hands were covered in a colorless, transparent, sticky liquid, which also had a foul 　　odor. 　　I was terrified. I was extremely scared and didn't know if I was going to die. 　　I spent that night in fear, and the next morning, I felt groggy and weak. 　　My mother noticed that something was wrong with me and asked if I was sick, and of course I said yes. So, my mother called in 　　sick for me and also asked the head of the kindergarten for leave, and then took me to the hospital. 　　The doctor examined me for a long time but couldn't figure out what was wrong, so he told my mother that I might be possessed by an evil spirit and 　　to go home and rest before seeing a doctor again. 　　When we got home, my mother asked me worriedly how I was doing and whether we should go to a bigger hospital for further examination. 　　I told her it wasn't necessary, the checkup wouldn't help. Then I told her what happened last night. 　　After listening to my story, Mom frowned and looked at me, her eyes showing a mixture of anger and concern. 　　I asked her, "Mom, is there something wrong with my health?" 　　"Yes!" 　　"Then, will I die?" I asked worriedly. 　　Mom suddenly chuckled and said, "You little rascal, thinking 　　such lewd things at such a young age, you deserve to die!" 　　Judging from her tone, she didn't seem too worried, so I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Mom, I 　　'll be alright, won't I?" 　　Mom gently tapped my head and said, "You... I really don't know what to say to you. Do you know 　　how perverted your behavior is? Too much masturbation not only harms your health but also makes you insecure 　　and withdrawn. Remember this: you're not allowed to masturbate anymore, understand?" 　　I said, "What if I can't help myself?" " 　　Tell Mom when you can't help yourself." 　　"Okay, I understand." 　　 (To be continued)

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