I had sex with my mother once when I was twenty.

This happened about 10 years ago. I was born in the 1970s, and my family consisted of three people. My parents were classmates at a cadre school during the fifth term of the Cultural Revolution. They later got married. Actually, in my generation, we hadn't encountered or even known about incest. My relationship with my mother was accidental.

My parents had many classmates and friends, and they often got together. I remember when I was little, we would always get together at each other's homes. Later, as our circumstances improved, we started going to restaurants. Then, we changed back to each other's homes because that way, my father and the other uncles could play mahjong, and my mother and the other aunts could chat while cooking. The main reason was that they were afraid of making a scene if they drank too much at a restaurant, so it would be more convenient at home. That particular time, it happened at my home.

There were more than ten people there. Some called my mother "sister-in-law," others "brother's wife." They all said that my mother didn't drink much outside because she always had to take care of my father, but this time she could drink more at home. The aunties chimed in, as people from Northeast China are quite good at persuading others to drink. They drank from around 12 noon until around 4 pm, and they were all quite drunk. My father got drunk on the spot. It was me and an uncle who helped him to his bed in the bedroom. My mother stood at the door, holding onto the doorframe, to see them off.

I took the uncle downstairs, and after they left in a taxi, I went home. I was worried that my parents might be in trouble since they had drunk so much, so I went to check on them. To be honest, at that time it was just out of concern. I opened their bedroom door, and my father was fast asleep, snoring loudly. My mother wasn't in the room, but I could hear noises coming from the bathroom. I figured my mother must have gone to vomit, so I went to the bathroom door and knocked a few times. When I opened the door, I saw my mother vomiting into the toilet.

She seemed to be in a lot of pain. She saw me come in and spoke to me, but her voice was soft and her tongue seemed thick, so I couldn't hear her clearly. My mother vomited for a while longer, and seeing that she seemed alright, I helped her to their bedroom. I went out to clean up the mess; there was a lot of ash and cigarette butts on the coffee table. About ten minutes later, their bedroom door opened, and my mother, wearing her pajamas, staggered out. Her pajamas were the kind with a tie in the middle. I immediately went to support her.

I was afraid she would fall, and also afraid she would vomit on the floor and I would have to clean it up. When I helped her, I could see her breasts; perhaps she hadn't tied the tie tightly enough, but I didn't think about that. I just wanted to get her to the bathroom quickly. I quickly helped her to the bathroom and let her vomit in the sink. I patted her back. Just then, the phone rang. It was some uncles and aunts who had come home, asking how my parents were.

I mumbled that they were all drunk and asleep, and told them to get some rest. After hanging up, when I got to the bathroom, Mom was sitting on the floor, clinging to the toilet, not moving. I called her name and tried to push her, but she only responded vaguely. What could I do? I couldn't let her sleep there. I used all my strength to lift her up from behind. I wasn't very strong at the time, and Mom wasn't very cooperative, so it was very difficult.

My room was a little closer to the bathroom, and maybe I was used to it, so I helped Mom to my bedroom. I didn't have any other thoughts. I put her on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and then went out to continue cleaning up the leftovers. I threw away everything I could. After I finished, I suddenly realized what if Mom vomited? I definitely couldn't come out again. So I went to the bathroom and filled a basin with water, thinking that if Mom vomited, she could vomit there. I had seen Mom take care of Dad like this before.

When I carried the basin of water into the room, what I saw shocked me. My mother's blanket had fallen to the floor, her pajamas were open, and her breasts were exposed. She was wearing white underwear, and somehow, the fabric covering her vulva was bunched up, revealing some pubic hair. I was both excited and scared at the same time; I couldn't describe the feeling. I quickly put the basin on the bedside table, glanced at my mother's breasts and pubic hair a few more times, and then left. I turned on the TV in the living room, but I couldn't concentrate on watching anything.

My mind kept replaying what my mother had just done. I don't know if it was curiosity or something else, but I inexplicably went back to my bedroom to peek at my mother. She seemed to be sleeping soundly, and I could even hear her snoring softly. I started masturbating while looking at her, but my mind was blank; I just felt very aroused. After a while, I thought, since my mother was asleep, I should see what her vulva looked like, since I had never seen a woman's vulva before.

I had this idea but didn't dare to do it, afraid my mother would wake up. I gently called her name and nudged her lightly, but she didn't respond. Emboldened, I went to the edge of the bed and got increasingly excited looking at the dark, slightly curly pubic hair peeking out from under her panties. I vigorously stroked my penis a few more times. I tried to pull her panties all the way down, but I couldn't pull them any further when they reached her lower abdomen and exposed her pubic hair.

Because her thighs were spread apart and her buttocks were pressing against her panties, I didn't dare use all my strength, afraid she would wake up. Thinking this was good enough, I used my hand to pull down the fabric covering her vulva in the middle of her panties. This freed up the middle of her panties, revealing her vulva completely. Lots of dark, curly pubic hair were visible, with a long, fleshy slit in the middle. Her vulva was slightly parted, revealing two small fleshy parts, which I now knew were her labia minora.

At the time, I didn't know what it was. The tips of the two small fleshy labia were a bit black, and the area below was somewhat red, but not bright red; I couldn't quite describe the color. I was incredibly excited; my heart was pounding so hard I could hear it. My hand, clutching my mother's panties, was trembling, and my mouth was dry. I can't describe the feeling. I swallowed a few times and pinched the arm holding my mother's panties with my other hand to ease the pain and my panic. I took a few deep breaths.

This calmed me down a bit. I just stared at my mother's vulva and suddenly wanted to smell it. I brought my nose close to her vulva; there was a slight, musky smell. Thinking about it now, that smell was quite stimulating. I wanted to feel it with my fingers, so I gently touched my mother's pubic hair and the flesh outside her vulva with the index finger of my other hand. I just touched it lightly, afraid to use too much force, always afraid that my mother would wake up. I touched her like this for a few minutes. I don't remember the time anymore; I was lying on my stomach touching her, and I kept looking up to see her expression.

I checked to see if Mom showed any signs of waking up. She was still sound asleep, so I used my index finger to gently separate her vagina to one side. This made it part a little more, revealing a pinkish hue inside, with some folds like wrinkles. Seeing that Mom didn't react, I continued to gently separate the vagina from side to side, but the movements were very slight; I didn't dare use much force. Eventually, her vagina was almost completely open. My first instinct was to put my finger inside and feel it.

Although Mom's vagina was partially open, there wasn't a clear opening, and I didn't know where to insert it. So, I used my finger to gently probe forward little by little from top to bottom. When I was almost at the very bottom of her vagina, the first knuckle of my finger entered an opening. It felt very warm, at least warmer than my fingertip. I felt a surge of excitement and my heart raced. I took a deep breath, adjusted myself, and then slowly and gently pushed my finger further into Mom's vagina.

Once my fingers were fully inside, the feeling was indescribable. Even though they were inside, I didn't dare move much. I had to look up to see my mother's reaction, and only when I was sure she wouldn't wake up did I dare to gently move them up and down, left and right. The flesh inside felt very smooth, almost like it had wrinkles. I inserted my index finger for a while, then switched to my middle finger, but it was all very gentle, unlike the forceful sex we have now. I played like this for a long time. My sense of time was very blurry at the time. Suddenly, I had the urge to insert my penis, but I was also very scared, not because I was afraid of incest or anything like that.

Because I didn't understand these things at the time, and I didn't know why I was afraid, but the feeling of wanting to go in was particularly strong, in the end, my animalistic instincts overcame my reason. I took off my underwear, gently climbed onto the bed, and half-lay between my mother's legs, holding onto the bed with one hand. The position was very tiring. With the other hand, I guided my penis towards my mother's vagina. I felt the head of my penis touch my mother's vagina, but I couldn't insert it. I was very anxious at the time, so I pushed it in with force. I felt the head of my penis go in a little bit. Just as it went in a little bit, my mother suddenly moved.

I was terrified! I ran out immediately, forgetting even my underwear. I was trembling uncontrollably in the living room, so nervous and scared. The feeling was so complicated. My penis went limp. After a while, there was no sound from inside, but my dad was still snoring in the bedroom. I mustered my courage and went back into my room. I saw that my mom was still fast asleep, unchanged, which reassured me a little. After what had just happened, I was still a bit scared, but then I thought, I'll just touch my mom's breasts first. My mom's breasts are pretty big, I think. I can't hold them in one hand. They're a bit sagging, but the color of her nipples is okay, not too dark.

I touched it for a while and felt that I still needed to insert it into her vagina, but I couldn't get it in. What should I do? I saw that my mother was lying flat. Would it be better if I spread her thighs apart a little? So I gently spread my mother's two thighs apart, much wider than before. I gently climbed back onto the bed and repeated the same action, but I still couldn't get it in. What should I do? I gently scraped my mother's vagina with the head of my penis. Ah, this is also very stimulating. If I can't get it in, I can't get it in. This is fine too. It's quite stimulating. I scraped while observing my mother's reaction. My mother only occasionally lowered her body and moved her legs. There was nothing else. I scraped like this for a while.

During this time, I often felt the urge to ejaculate, so I would stop immediately. When the feeling subsided, I would continue scraping. As I scraped, when I reached my mother's vaginal opening, I felt my glans could penetrate a little. I felt an urge coming, so I tentatively pushed it in little by little. When the entire glans was inside, I was incredibly excited. It was finally in! This time, I held onto the bed with both hands and gently thrust my hips forward. When it was almost to the base, I pushed forward, and it went all the way in at once. Because of this, my mother's head turned from one side to the other, and her mouth opened slightly.

But I didn't have time to react and froze. Fortunately, my mother didn't wake up. I held on for a while before daring to gently pull it out a little and then gently insert it again. After a few thrusts, I felt the urge to ejaculate. I immediately pulled out my penis, stood on the floor, and masturbated until I ejaculated. Then I cleaned up the semen, but seeing my mother's expression, my penis immediately became hard again. Since I had already done it once, I decided to do it again. I went back in for the second time, and this time it was much easier to go in than the first time. It also felt much warmer inside than the first time.

It was also sticky. This time I was a little faster than the first time, but I still didn't dare to use too much force. During this time, my mother's body, thighs and buttocks would occasionally move, but there was no moaning. My mind was blank at the time. I didn't think about whether my mother would wake up. I only cared about my own pleasure. When I felt like ejaculating again, I wanted to pull out. But I ejaculated halfway through. It was the kind of ejaculation that happens while pulling out. It ejaculated inside and outside my mother's vagina. Some semen even got on my mother's underwear and my sheets.

After the excitement subsided, I immediately wiped away the semen that had leaked from my mother's vagina, as well as the semen on the outside of her vagina and on the sheets. After cleaning up, I pulled her underwear back up, covered her with a blanket, and went to sleep on the bed in the living room. I got up very early the next morning and went out, as I had exercised before. When I returned home, my father had left, and my mother had gone back to her room. I called her for lunch and dinner, but she didn't come out, saying she had a headache. I didn't dare say anything, knowing I had done something wrong. For a long time afterward, I was afraid to be alone with my mother, and I couldn't even look her in the eye. It took a long time for the memory to fade, but it remained vivid in my mind. After that, I developed a habit of spying on my mother, doing so whenever I had the chance, but I never dared to be intimate with her again. I don't know why, I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
(The End)

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