[Rogue Son, Secretly Sexy Mom] 3-4

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I was seven years old and in first grade.
That same year, we 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 be able to see my parents having sex anymore.
I threw a tantrum and refused 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 thin, and because she was sweating, you could see her nipples.
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 up my courage and started to take off Mom's shorts. I had only taken them off halfway when Mom woke up. She just
stared at me, her face expressionless.
I was startled and stopped.
I pulled my mom's shorts down to her thighs, revealing her fair and tender lower body. However, because
her legs were tightly pressed together, I couldn't see her vulva.
I looked at her, and she looked at me. For about thirty seconds, neither of us spoke.
Then, after what seemed like a moment's thought, my mom said, "What do you want to do?"
I said a little guiltily, "I want to see your vulva."
She said again, "Why would you want to see your mother's... vulva?"
Seeing that she didn't seem very angry, I said, "I just want to see!"
My mom said, "Didn't I show you when you were little?"
I said, "I was too young then, I don't remember much."
My mom suddenly chuckled and said, "So you're an adult now?"
Seeing my mom laugh, I knew she wasn't angry, so I said, "Of course! You won't believe me, just look."
Saying that, I quickly pulled down my shorts and thrust my not-so-small penis towards her.
My mom's face flushed instantly. She glanced at my penis, which was proudly nodding at her
!
Despite my young age, my penis already looked like an adult's, and it was very erect.
My mom turned her face away and said, "You little rascal, put your pants on."
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, but Mom, you have to let me see your pussy."
My 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, my mom gently took off my shorts and
put them aside, then spread her legs and said, "If you want to see, hurry up and look."
I lay between my mom's legs, and using my hands, just like my mom did last time, I pressed down on the thick
flesh on both sides of my pussy and spread it apart.
Mom exclaimed, "Oh dear!" and said, "Don't touch Mom's private parts!"
I said, "Mom, how can I see if you don't spread them open?"
Hearing this, Mom didn't object anymore. So, I spread Mom's labia,
revealing her pink vulva. This time I saw it clearly; Mom's vulva really looked like a
baby's mouth, pink and tender, and it was opening and closing, wriggling.
I said, "Mom, is this your vulva?"
Mom smiled slightly and said, "What do you think?"
"I know, this is Mom's vulva," I said confidently, "Your vulva is like a person's mouth,
it's even drooling!"
Mom blushed and said, "Don't talk nonsense!"
Saying this, 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 on her face, or we should 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 took her to the slide. She wanted to play but was scared, so I volunteered to let her
sit in front of me while I held her from behind and we slid down together.
Jiaojiao couldn't resist my temptation and agreed.
I was so proud of myself, I hugged her tightly. That day, she was wearing a floral dress, her two plump, white breasts...
Her thighs were like lotus roots. Every time I slipped and fell to the ground, I would take the opportunity to pinch her thigh.
Later, I became bolder and bolder, and even reached 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 was bad enough, but the teacher also called my mother
.
The homeroom teacher was a gossipy old woman, and she exaggerated the story to my mother, 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 say a word of begging for mercy. I knew my mother's temper; the more you begged for mercy, the
harder she would hit you. Sure enough, when my mother saw that I didn't say a word, she lost her temper. Afterwards, I was still 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 would have nagged me.
However, this incident of being a pervert 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
buttocks and masturbate. Several times, after my mom and dad finished, she went to the bathroom and
almost caught me in the act when she passed by my room.
When I was eleven years old, something happened that I will never forget. It was that incident that
changed my mom's attitude towards me.
Don't underestimate my age; I've been masturbating for quite some time. From climbing flagpoles to rinsing my penis with water,
to masturbating, my methods of stimulating my penis have been constantly improving. 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, the sensation was
incredibly pleasurable, something I'd never experienced before. After that, I learned to masturbate.
Every time I masturbated, it would last a long time. At the crucial moment, my penis would feel incredibly
aroused, and I'd feel an overwhelming pleasure. At that time, my penis would be extremely sensitive, almost unbearable to touch, and I
'd feel weak all over, like I'd just recovered from a serious illness.
That experience terrified me. I didn't know why I felt that way. Many times, when I
reached the climax, I wanted to stop, but the intense pleasure made it impossible.
I felt like a gambler betting my life, or a drug addict, knowing I couldn't
continue like this, yet inexplicably repeating the experience.
Finally, one day, something unexpected happened.
That night, while masturbating again, I reached the climax and suddenly felt a gush of liquid
spurt out of my penis. At first, I thought I had urinated, but I quickly realized it wasn't. This time
, the liquid was sticky and thick, and the amount was less than usual.
I secretly ran to the bathroom and saw my hands covered in a colorless, transparent, sticky liquid that emitted a foul
odor.
I was terrified. I was so scared, I didn't know if I was going to die.
I spent the whole night in fear. The next morning, I felt groggy and weak.
My mom noticed something was wrong and asked if I was sick, and of course I said yes. So, my mom 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. He told my mom it might be a case of being possessed by an evil spirit, and
to go home and rest before getting further treatment.
Back home, my mom asked me worriedly how I was doing and whether I should go to a bigger hospital for a checkup.
I said no, a checkup wouldn't help. Then, I told her what had happened the night before.
After hearing my explanation, my mother 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.
My mom suddenly chuckled and said, "You little rascal, thinking about
such filthy 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,
will I be alright?"
My 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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