Mother's Love Stories 110 (Complete)

Chapter 1:
When I was in junior high school, due to historical reasons, the four of us had to squeeze into a small house of less than 40 square meters. My father slept in a small bed, while my mother, brother, and I shared a large bed. My uncle had recently returned from military service and was working as a low-level official in the city's procuratorate.
My grades in elementary school weren't bad, but due to illness, I couldn't attend junior high and ended up in a third-rate school. At the beginning of junior high, influenced by the school environment, I spent all my time playing and reading martial arts novels during class.
The first year passed, and my grades couldn't keep up, so I was forced to repeat a grade. In the second year, although I still sometimes read martial arts novels, I paid much more attention in class. I only read one or two martial arts novels in my spare time, and my grades were worlds apart from the previous year.
My father was a truck driver, and he was home at most one week a month. My mother took care of everything at home, but she worked as a waitress in a collective restaurant in the county. After work, she still had to do housework, so she had no free time at all. She would fall asleep as soon as she got into bed.
Despite their busy schedules, they were overjoyed by my transformation. Right after the first semester ended that year, I joined the Youth League and became the subject representative for both chemistry and physics—a position only achievable by top students. That was the rule at my middle school; I don't know about other schools.
My mother was constantly smiling with happiness. I got whatever I wanted, and although our family wasn't wealthy, she tried her best to fulfill my needs.
One Sunday, as usual, I went to the bookstore to see if there were any new martial arts novels. I planned to borrow one or two to pass the boring Sunday.
But back then, not many people used the internet to write novels; it was always the same few authors. Finding a new book was difficult. The owner said they didn't have any, so I decided to find one or two good old books to "review." But after looking around, I couldn't find anything I liked. In the end, I could only find those books that I had previously categorized as "trash" or "not good."
As I flipped through the pages, a particular scene suddenly caught my eye—it was like a modern-day erotic martial arts novel, though back then the descriptions weren't as detailed, but it was still captivating enough, since I'd never read anything like it before.
I blushed as I read a section and decided to borrow it.
That day, I flipped through the book several times, focusing only on the sex scenes, and even masturbated afterward. That night, after turning off the lights and going to sleep, I looked at my mother's breasts as she slept soundly beside me. The scenes described in the book kept replaying in my mind, and for the first time, I felt that women were incredibly attractive.
The next day at school, my eyes kept darting to my female classmates; I couldn't concentrate on the lessons at all.
From then on, I frequently went to rental bookstores to read novels of this kind, and I also masturbated often. Before long, my grades plummeted like a falling elevator. My teacher talked to me several times, but it had no effect. Finally, my mother visited my home. She was very angry and asked me why, but could I tell her?
One summer night, after my mother and brother fell asleep, I started masturbating again, fantasizing about the scenes in the book. But I had probably fantasized too many times, and the stimulation wasn't enough. Half an hour passed, and I still couldn't ejaculate. I didn't know what to do, and I tossed and turned anxiously. Let
me elaborate here: my apartment is 40 square meters. My father, mother, brother, and I share a bedroom with two beds, one large and one small. My father sleeps alone on the small bed, while my mother, brother, and I sleep on the large one. My brother sleeps at one end of the bed… and my mother and I sleep at the other end.
I can hear my mother's deep breathing as she sleeps. Having slept with her on this side for so many years, I know that once she falls asleep, it's very difficult to wake her because she's so tired, having to work and do housework.
I decided to do what I did when I was a child: press my feet against my mother's body. The difference was, back then it was for comfort, and now it was for my little brother's comfort. I gently shook my mother twice; she didn't move, only letting out deep breaths.
I placed my left foot on top of her right, and my little brother against her left thigh. It felt so good! I closed my eyes and gently rocked and rubbed myself. It felt much better than using my hand. In less than ten minutes, I ejaculated, feeling incredibly good. I fell asleep like that, still pressed against my mother.
The next day, I looked at my shorts guiltily, afraid my mother would find out, but nothing seemed amiss. The heat and the fan had dried them long ago.
From then on, I stopped masturbating. I would only release my pent-up desire on top of my mother while she slept. My mother didn't know. Because I stopped masturbating, I slept especially soundly after releasing my pent-up desire on my mother's legs every night, and I could concentrate better in class, so my studies improved.
My brother trains on the school basketball team and is exhausted every day, almost as tired as my mother. He falls asleep as soon as he gets into bed, which is a blessing for me, haha. My mother does complain a little about me lying on top of her every morning when I wake up, but what can I do? I'm the youngest in the family and a good student, so a little coaxing and she ignores me.
That night, I was on top of my mother again, my little brother rubbing against her thighs, my hands gently caressing her breasts.
Her breasts slowly hardened, and her breathing became rapid, but she still didn't wake up. After a long while, I felt a tingling sensation in my spine, and my little brother twitched violently—I ejaculated.
But I still felt unsatisfied. I lay on top of my mother again, but my crotch was wet and uncomfortable. I got up, took off my shorts, threw them on the bedside table, and, naked, wanted to lie on top of my mother again.
But suddenly, my mother bent her left leg. I was startled, thinking she had woken up, but she continued to breathe soundly in her sleep. Upon closer inspection, I realized my shorts were lying near my mother's feet, the wet crotch pressed against her leg. She felt uncomfortable and had bent her knee.
But this made it impossible for me to continue pressing down on her. I tried to lower her leg, but I was afraid to do so too hard, lest I wake her. I couldn't lower it, and I was sweating profusely, staring at her knee, unsure what to do.
Suddenly, an idea struck me. I inserted my penis into her knee joint, supporting her calf with my left hand and her thigh with my right, gently lifting her leg and pressing it slightly inwards, thus clamping my penis between her thighs. I then gently began to thrust.
The tight grip of her beautiful legs on my penis felt so good! I thought to myself, this is what sex must feel like, much better than just pressing down on my mother's thighs to release my pent-up desire. Watching the flesh of her beautiful legs fold and ripple with my movements was incredibly stimulating!
After about a hundred thrusts, I couldn't hold back and ejaculated again, a rapid stream of milky white semen spraying out, most of it landing on the mosquito net, and a small portion on my mother's other snow-white leg.
A wave of drowsiness washed over me, and I gently released my mother's thighs. Perhaps because I had bent her legs for too long, she straightened them as soon as I released her. Without even putting on shorts, I lay on top of her and fell asleep as usual.
The next morning, I found myself wearing shorts, not the same ones from the night before. The mosquito net had been taken down, and my mother looked at me with a slightly strange expression. My mother was always the first one up in our house every morning; she would make breakfast before waking us.
I was stunned. "Mom must have found out!"
Of course she had. There was a large yellowish substance on the mosquito net and on my legs when I woke up in the morning, and I was lying naked on top of her.
After breakfast, my brother went to school an hour earlier than me to practice basketball.
My mother sighed and said to me, "Your brother isn't cut out for studying, so your father and I sent him to train in basketball so he can go to a sports school in the future. Your physique isn't as good as your brother's, so you need to focus on your studies and not think about other things. Your task now is to study hard."
I bowed my head and responded with a soft "yes." My mother seemed to want to say something, but didn't. I quickly finished my breakfast and fled to school. I didn't dare think about anything today...
For several days, I didn't dare to sleep on top of my mother, let alone touch her legs. But after a week, I couldn't hold back any longer; a week of holding back was unbearable.
That night, I guessed my mother was asleep, and my brother was even more sound asleep. I gently touched my mother, but there was no response. I impatiently pressed myself against her, rubbing my penis against her.
This time, I dared not use her legs to penetrate her vagina like last time. After ejaculating three times, my crotch was completely soaked. After I finished, I fell asleep immediately. Now, I dared not sleep on top of my mother again. I had only
been asleep for a short while when I suddenly felt someone pulling down my pants. I groggily opened my eyes and saw it was my mother. I was immediately startled awake; my pants were now covered in semen!
I stammered, "Mom..."
Mom snorted, threw a clean pair of underwear on my bare penis, and said in a low voice, "Put it on yourself, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"
After saying that, she took my wet underwear, which was stained with semen, to the bathroom. So Mom wasn't asleep...
Chapter 2
The next morning, I secretly looked at my mother. She seemed the same as usual. It seemed that she wasn't angry with me, which meant that I could still...
After waiting for my brother to fall asleep, I couldn't wait to press myself against my mother again. This time, I didn't even bother to test whether she was asleep. Because I had thought about it during the day. I am the most beloved son in the family, and my studies make my mother happy. My performance at school makes my mother proud in front of relatives and friends. Even if my mother didn't like it, she wouldn't be too angry with me.
If she was angry, she would have given me a good scolding for the time I sprayed on her beautiful legs. Sure enough, when I pressed myself against my mother's legs, she moved slightly, but then let me do as I pleased.
I pressed my penis tightly against my mother's thigh, nestled my head near her ear, inhaling her scent, and wrapped my left arm around her waist (I was sleeping on her left side). I began to move rhythmically.
Slowly, my hand moved up her waist, eventually reaching her breast. My mother tensed up immediately, and with a "smack," she slapped my hand away.
I tried again, only to be slapped away again. I had no choice but to obediently hold her waist and move back and forth on her full thighs. My mother closed her eyes, remaining motionless and letting me do as I pleased.
Every night, my mother would let me hold her, using her beautiful legs to release my pent-up desire. Afterward, she would get out of bed to get me a clean pair of underwear to change into, taking the dirty ones to soak and wash the next day. I had to wear two pairs of underwear every day, which was really annoying.
(Since this is the first time I've written something this long, I forgot to describe what my mother looked like. I was four years old that year, and my mother was 34. My mother's face wasn't very pretty, just average, but her figure was very well-proportioned due to her frequent physical labor—perfectly proportioned. Giving birth to both of us didn't affect her figure.) At that time, our family wasn't very well-off. My brother and I only had three pairs of underwear to wash and change into. Moreover, I still liked the feeling of using my mother's legs to penetrate her, but I didn't dare to ask her. After all, I knew that this was already going too far, and if I made that request again, my mother would definitely get angry.
Finally, the opportunity came. That morning, my mother received a notice from her workplace early to go to work ahead of time. She cooked breakfast and left, without even washing the underwear I had changed out of the night before. It started raining around noon, and all the clothes we had washed the day before got wet. That night, my brother and I had no underwear to change into when we took a shower.
After my brother fell asleep, I hugged my mother again, wanting to come over, but she wouldn't let me. She whispered, "No more tonight, you won't have any pants to change into if you get wet."
I panicked and hugged her, whispering, "Mom, but I feel uncomfortable, let me do it."
My mother firmly refused and pushed me away. I had no choice but to go to sleep, but I was used to relieving myself before sleeping every night, so how could I sleep like this? I tossed and turned, and my little brother was almost bursting through my pants.
My mother saw me like this and thought I couldn't sleep without pressing on him, so she let me press on him as usual. But as soon as I pressed on him, she knew it wasn't like that. In the end, my mother had no choice but to let me relieve myself, but I had to take off my pants first to avoid getting wet.
I was more than happy to do that, so I quickly took off my pants and pressed myself naked on my mother. But my mother wouldn't let me do it on her thighs, saying she was afraid of getting her clothes wet. She said I could only do it on her calves. My mother even got up and adjusted her calves to fit me comfortably.
I whispered, "Mom, let me do it myself. I promise I won't get my clothes wet."
My mother thought for a moment and agreed. I excitedly sat up next to my mother, hugging her. "Mom, you're so good."
My mother chuckled and scolded softly, "You little devil! Hurry up, you have school tomorrow."
I knelt beside my mother's outstretched legs, gently stroking her smooth thighs. My little brother was already hard. My mother looked at me shyly and closed her eyes, scolding softly, "You little devil, hurry up and finish! What are you touching me for? I want to sleep."
My mother wanted to lie down and let me play by myself like before, but I stopped her. My mother looked at me in confusion. I told her to put her legs back and hug her knees. My mother did as I did. I knelt in the crook of her legs and placed my little brother against her knee joint from the side.
Because my mother hugged me very tightly, her thighs and calves were almost one. I pressed against her vulva and tried to insert it the first time but couldn't. My mother realized what I meant and loosened her grip a little to make it easier for me to enter. But I stopped her. I tried to force it in myself, but failed several times. Finally, my mother loosened her grip, letting me in and then tighten my grip again.
I held my mother's legs tightly with both hands, thrusting my hips repeatedly. The feeling was so good, tight and smooth. My mother's legs were just amazing...
After thrusting hundreds of times, my mother felt her legs go numb. I finally ejaculated, a gush of semen shooting onto the inside of my mother's thighs. I groaned softly. It felt so good. My semen flowed down my mother's thighs into her underwear. My mother let out a soft sigh and quickly got out of bed to clean up the gift her son had left on her underwear for the first time.
Since then, I no longer needed to press down on my mother's thighs to release. Every time, I used this method, holding my mother's thighs tightly, and the feeling of my penis thrusting against my mother's knee joints was really great.
Chapter 3.
On this day, one of my underlings brought me a book as a gift. No doubt about it, I'm the boss in class. Even those tough guys treat me with utmost respect. They'd only be rude to me if they didn't want to pass their exams. Who says high scores are useless?
I flipped through it, and only two words came to mind: "Top-notch!"
From that book, I learned about anal sex for the first time. The long-lost tension of secretly reading novels during class returned, but that book gave me one feeling: "So good."
After finishing it, I seriously considered a question: My mother wasn't willing to let me try it. Honestly, my mother's buttocks are really beautiful; it must feel amazing to penetrate her. I only now realize that I've never really looked at my mother closely before. Otherwise, why would I only now find her buttocks so sexy?
After some time, I know that as long as my studies are good, my mother will generally agree to my requests, as long as they're not too excessive.
After class, I told my younger brother that I would take this book home and read it slowly. I asked him if he had any other books, and if he could give me one or two more. I promised him that he would get 80 points in every subject this semester. My younger brother readily agreed. He had originally wanted this book for the exams in a month.
The next morning, he brought two more books and secretly slipped them into my hands. This time, the two books were about anal sex and incest. I was very excited after reading them; it turned out I wasn't the only one like this. Because of the book he lent me yesterday, I wasn't very interested in penetrating my mother's thighs last night and ejaculated quickly.
After my mother fell asleep, I secretly reached under her and touched her buttocks. Her tight anus made me want to immediately flip her over and fuck her anus.
I knew that if I could get good grades on my final exams in a month, maybe my mother would agree to let me be more unrestrained, and maybe there would be a chance... hehe... But before that, I had to study hard. True
to my word, after that, I gave up all opportunities to play and focused on studying. My mother was pleased but also worried that I was overworking myself, so she kept urging me to go out and play for a while. I told her that I wanted to do well in my studies and strive for good grades on the final exams.
My mother thought I was working hard to get into a top high school in the future, so she didn't say anything more. But she didn't expect that I was only in the first semester of eighth grade, so young, who would think about what would happen a year and a half later? I was indeed working hard, but it was also to deflower her. Judging from the sight of me secretly touching my mother's anus with my fingers, I guessed her little chrysanthemum had never been used by my father. I was so looking forward to opening her anus.
Before I knew it, the final exams were here. Thanks to my previous hard work, my results were excellent; I was first in two subjects and in the top 20 of the rest. My mother was overjoyed. When I took the report card home for her to sign, she hugged me tightly, smiling, and asked what prize I wanted.
Could she give me what I wanted? If I said I wanted to deflower her, I'd definitely get a good beating. I just went along with my mother's usual tone and said I was studying hard to get into a top high school, not for prizes.
My mother even praised me for growing up and becoming sensible. Tears of joy streamed down my face. She insisted on a reward, so I thought, "Okay, I'll ask for a little something first." I hugged my mother tightly and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I want to do it with you now, okay?"
My mother hesitated for a moment, looked around. My brother wasn't home yet, and my father was out on a long-distance bus. Of course, no one was home. She thought for a while, then nodded and agreed.
My mother checked the door to make sure it was closed, then turned around and took off her coat first, then her pants.
Looking at my mother's buttocks, sticking up as she bent over to take off her pants, my penis throbbed. Her beautiful buttocks, encased in her small panties, and the indented crevice in the middle—that was the goal I'd been striving for all month.
I wanted to pounce on her right now, pull down her panties, and thrust my penis inside her!
Suddenly, I had an idea. Even if I couldn't actually penetrate my mother's anus, I could still taste the beauty of her buttocks. I unzipped her pants, pulled out my penis, and rushed over, hugging my mother from behind.
My mother and I both screamed. My mother screamed because her anus had been attacked; even though she was wearing underwear, it was still quite a pain for her. I, on the other hand, almost broke my penis because I used too much force.
My mother quickly straightened up, covered her anus with her hand, and asked me a little angrily, "What are you doing? Why so rough? Couldn't you have waited a little longer?"
I knew my mother was genuinely angry, so I quickly put on a wronged look: "I've been too stressed from studying lately, and I wanted to relax after the exams. I couldn't help but do this when I saw you like this."
My mother saw how hard I had worked to study lately, and since I hadn't released my energy during the exams, she forgave me. Actually, I had deliberately held back so I could play with her more after the exams.
My mother sighed, touched her still slightly sore anus, and said, "Alright, go to bed now. I'll let you have your way."
She turned and walked towards the bed.
"Yay!"
I mentally made a victory gesture, but of course, I couldn't show any expression on my face.
I grabbed my mother's arm. "Mom, can you bend over like that? It looks so good!"
At that time, the word "sexy" wasn't even in my vocabulary. My mother paused for a moment. "You little rascal, always coming up with weird ideas. Fine, consider this a reward. Do whatever you want."
My mother scolded me affectionately, then bent over, her buttocks sticking up high, her panties taut, clearly showing her cleft. My penis was practically standing on end, protesting why I hadn't started yet. My mother turned around and called to me,
"Hurry up, it's tiring like this."
I quickly pressed myself against her, my penis pressed tightly against her beautiful buttocks, separated from her anus by only a thin layer of fabric. If it weren't for that fabric, it would be so much better. I held my mother's slender waist with both hands, my penis sliding between her buttocks. I really wanted to go inside. Oh, little brother, I'm sorry to trouble you for now, but in a couple of days I'll make it as you wish.
I slid my penis forcefully between my mother's buttocks, my hands caressing her waist. After a while, my mother, unable to bear the pain of the rush of blood to her head, tried to straighten her back. My penis was still pressed against her buttocks. Straightening her back allowed me to fully contact her beautiful buttocks, and my penis felt amazing. My hands couldn't be neglected either; I grasped my mother's breasts. My mother tried to remove my hands.
I whispered in her ear, "Mom, let me touch them. You promised to make me happy today, so consider this my reward."
My mother held my hands tightly, considered for a long time, and slowly loosened them. During this time, my penis, of course, didn't stop, constantly rubbing against my mother's buttocks.
I gripped my mother's breasts tightly, and in a moment of excitement, I increased the speed of my penis, rubbing it quickly a few times. I hugged my mother tightly from behind, excitedly shouting, "Mom!"
and ejaculated.
Because my penis was tightly sandwiched between my mother's buttocks and mine, this sudden ejaculation sprayed semen all over my mother's back and my chest. I quickly grabbed some tissues to clean my mother and me up.
My mother thought I had enough and picked up her clothes to put them on, but I stopped her. I hugged her tightly from behind again and unhooked her bra, revealing her beautiful breasts. My mother moved her hand slightly, but in the end, she didn't stop me. I gently massaged her breasts.
After a while, my penis became aroused again, and my mother felt it, of course. This time, because it was soft at first, when it became hard, it was right between my mother's legs, still separated from the sacred place where I was born by a layer of cloth. My mother instinctively squeezed her legs together.
Before, my mother wouldn't allow me to touch her genitals, and now it was the same with my penis. I hugged my mother tightly and quickly started moving back and forth before she could react, but surprisingly, my mother didn't object.
I became bolder and moved my hand down, but my mother stopped me, saying, "You can't touch there with your hand."
I knew that my mother would absolutely not allow it there, so I grabbed my mother's hand and made her hold my glans. Otherwise, without something blocking the way, it was always a little uncomfortable.
My mother touched it and recoiled as if electrocuted. I rested my head on her shoulder and gently nibbled her ear. "Mom, hold it for me, it'll come faster that way."
My mother had no choice but to hold it with her hand and gently stroke my glans with her fingers. Ah…it felt so good to be touched by my mother's hands, roughened by years of work!
I thrust rapidly between my mother's legs, enjoying the intimate contact between my glans and her hand. Soon, I ejaculated a second time. What's the rush? There's plenty of time today. Let's do it a third time. This time, my mother didn't immediately get dressed, waiting to see if I wanted more. Anyway, my brother hadn't come back yet; I could get dressed when he got to the door. Again!
This day was truly exhilarating, but I still hoped the day I lost my virginity would come quickly, around the time my father returned.
My mother was a conservative and traditional woman. She didn't know about the practice of "anal sex," and her son was already plotting to take her virginity. My mother was somewhat indecisive and spoiled me excessively. As long as I did well in school, she didn't care about anything else, which allowed me to engage in almost incestuous acts with her.
Chapter 4:
Father's day off arrived. My mother bought groceries early, cooked dinner, and waited with us for him to come home.
Around 10 PM, Father finally arrived home. After dinner and a shower, Father gave my brother and me 5 yuan each, telling us to go out and have fun, and come back later. I knew why. Any normal man, after a month of abstinence, would definitely act like Father when he got home. Just now, Father was glancing at Mother's breasts while eating, not even touching the food.
Father had a cleanliness obsession, so it was impossible for him to drive around looking for prostitutes, so Mother's anus was naturally untouched. Heh, lucky me. The longer Father abstained, the more advantageous it was for my plan. Back then, I didn't know about sleeping pills. Unless it was rape, my mother would never let me use her buttocks. You see, my mother always maintained a boundary: outside the body was fine, but inside was absolutely forbidden.
My brother and I played at the billiard hall on the street until late. I had the night program on and wasn't in the mood to play, so I gave all my money to my brother to exchange for tokens. My brother stared at the game screen for hours, and when he came back, he kept yawning, wanting to go to sleep immediately. That was fine too; it eliminated one potential obstacle.
When we got home, my mother greeted us looking a little haggard. My father must have been holding back for too long, but he still seemed a little unsatisfied.
Soon, we were ushered to bed, and my mother lay down with us. But shortly after the lights were turned off, I heard my father get up from the next bed and call my mother to his bed. My mother was probably afraid we would hear, and she was sleepy and tired, so she refused. But my father insisted, and my mother had no choice but to go.
I listened to my mother's suppressed moans. Thankfully, my father's small bed was made of iron; otherwise, the creaking would have made me even more uncomfortable. Thinking about how I'd be deflowered soon, my little brother was as hard as iron. I held it, turned away, not wanting my father or mother to see.
About an hour later, my mother returned to my bed, and my father fell into a deep sleep. After so much sex, he was exhausted; the rest was up to me.
My mother was incredibly tired and wanted to sleep as soon as she lay down, but I turned and hugged her. She was startled, not expecting me to still be awake. Her face flushed; she probably knew I had just heard her moans.
I hugged my mother tightly and whispered, "Mom, I want it too."
Hearing the "too," my mother blushed even more. She coaxed me softly, "Not tonight, your dad's back. Besides, Mom's too tired. We can do it tomorrow, okay, okay?"
I pressed my penis tightly against my mother's lower abdomen. "Don't feel numb. Dad's asleep. He doesn't know. Mom, you just sleep. Let me do it myself." My
mother listened to my father's breathing and decided he was asleep. She said helplessly, "Okay, but be careful. Don't make too much noise. If your dad finds out, he'll kill you. I'm going to sleep now. You do it yourself."
My mother then lay down and closed her eyes. Ugh, what am I supposed to do now? "Mom, I want to use your butt,"
I quickly whispered in my mother's ear.
My mother didn't say anything, but turned her body away from me, her buttocks sticking out towards me for my convenience. I suppressed my ecstatic excitement. My mother always waited for me to finish before going to sleep, and I hadn't had the chance in a long time, unless it was rape. Tonight, the opportunity had finally arrived.
I pulled my penis out of my pants and pressed it tightly against my mother's beautiful buttocks, gently rubbing it. I couldn't rush it; I had to wait until she was sound asleep. I held back for an hour until my mother finally succumbed to sleep and drifted off to dreamland.
I quietly got up, greedily gazing at my mother's beautiful and alluring buttocks. My hands trembled as I reached for her panties. Once those were removed, I would be done. I gently laid my mother down, supporting her buttocks with my left hand, and slowly removing the last layer of protection from her body with my right. My mother's lower body was finally exposed.
Looking at her smooth abdomen, the alluring dark forest, and the inverted triangle between her legs... Undeniably, it was captivating, but that wasn't my goal. I would visit the sacred place of my birth another time.
I touched the dark forest, then positioned my mother in the same side-lying position as before. I stared at the chrysanthemum bud I had longed for, gently touching it a few times with my fingers. Each touch caused the little chrysanthemum to contract slightly like a mimosa.
Afraid of waking her if I touched it too much, I smeared my glans with saliva. I learned this from a book. Then, lying on my side, I aligned my penis with the correct position, just outside the chrysanthemum. The chrysanthemum shyly contracted, perfectly clamping the glans.
I then held my mother's waist with one hand and retested the position with the other to make sure it was in place. I placed my underwear near my mother's mouth, afraid she might cry out in pain, so I could cover her mouth if she did.
Everything was ready, and I could begin. I tightened my grip on my mother, then used my other hand to cover her mouth with the underwear, simultaneously thrusting my penis in. But the virgin territory was too tight; only half of the glans could penetrate.
My mother cried out in pain, but I covered her mouth with my underwear, so it only turned into a muffled groan. She tried to push me away, but I was holding her too tightly. At this point, I stopped covering her mouth. I had only covered it earlier to prevent her from screaming unconsciously after waking up, but now that she was awake, we both understood the consequences if someone found out.
I held her waist tightly with both hands, placing one foot in front of her so I was pressed firmly against her body. I thrust my penis in forcefully, and tears streamed down my mother's face. Unable to push me away, she rolled forward, ending up face down on the bed.
I pressed myself firmly against her back, making it easier to penetrate her. With another push, the entire head of my penis was inside. The sensation inside was wonderful—tight, soft, and hot. I wanted to reach the very bottom in one go.
My mother's experience was different. Her buttocks were aching, but she dared not cry out in pain. Unable to push me away, she could only bite the pillow, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face. My mother kept hitting my back with her hands, turning her head to look at me pleadingly, wanting me to stop.
I knew it was time to talk to my mother clearly; now that we were at each other's throats, it was the perfect opportunity to negotiate. I stopped my attack, but didn't retreat either, remaining still and kissing my mother's cheek.
My mother took a breath, enduring the pain of her anal fissure, and whispered, "You can't do this, let go of Mommy. If you want Mommy to help you, I'll let you touch me wherever you want, please get up, please, be good, listen to me."
I pressed my face against my mother's face and said, "Mom, I don't want any of that. I've wanted this for so long. You can make me get up, but only if you let me put it in here."
As I spoke, I moved my hand down, touching my mother's vulva, my fingers even touching her labia.
My mother was startled and pushed me away. "No, I'm your mother. You can't do this. If you want to have sex with me, we can be like before. I'll use my legs to help you."
I firmly refused. "Mom, there are only two options now. Either let me do this, or let me be with you like Dad is."
My mother was terrified. "Isn't there any other way?"
I said, "Yes."
"What way?"
"Wake up Dad and let him beat me to death."
My mother didn't say anything more after hearing that. She closed her eyes. I knew my mother agreed, so I continued. My mother frowned and whispered, "Gently, it hurts."
Tears streamed down my mother's face. I pressed my face against hers, gently licking her cheeks with my tongue, while simultaneously thrusting my hips forward. My mother frowned, let out a muffled groan, and turned her head, biting the pillow tightly with her teeth.
Relieved, I increased the force of my thrusts. This time, my mother's entire body trembled, stiffening.
But I was already fully inside her, feeling her instinctive sobs in her warm rectum—so hot, so tight.
I began to thrust rapidly. My mother remained motionless, letting me do as I pleased. I lay on her back, wanting to become one with her. My hand reached under her from behind, touching her breasts—it felt amazing!
After about a hundred rapid thrusts, it was incredibly stimulating. I thrust hard, penetrating deeply into my mother's body, ejaculating inside her rectum for the first time.
As I ejaculated, my mother's body stiffened, her buttocks clenching tightly, almost breaking me.
After I finished deflowering my mother's chrysanthemum bud, she tried to push me off, but I held her tightly. She didn't move, knowing my capabilities.
After a short rest, we went at it again. I placed her hands under her head to elevate her body, making it easier for me. She let me do as I pleased, and I slowly made piston-like movements on her back. I had been too hasty earlier and ejaculated quickly; now I wanted to savor the taste of my mother's genitals.
My hands slowly roamed over her body. Although she had allowed me to touch her before, there were certain places I couldn't go. Like now, my hand touched her mons pubis.
My mother's body trembled, and she whispered, "That's not a place you can touch. Take it away."
She tried to push me away, but our bodies blocked her way, so she could only grab my arm, unable to pull away.
I moved my hand to my mother's labia and gently touched them.
My mother's breathing became rapid. "No, don't, don't touch there, stop!"
At that moment, I also reached my climax and ejaculated again inside my mother's anus. After I finished, I obediently lay on my mother's back, placed my hands on her shoulders, and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I'm sorry. But I love you so much, I just couldn't help myself."
Upon hearing this, tears streamed down my mother's face uncontrollably. "It's all because I spoiled you too much before, agreeing to everything you wanted, even things I shouldn't have agreed to. Now it's all like this. How am I supposed to face anyone?"
I knew that my mother's emotions were very unstable, and she didn't know anything about anal sex. I said, "Mom, I know this is wrong and it hurts you, but it's the same whether I've inserted it into your thighs before or your anus now. It's not like what Dad and I did, so what's the difference? It just hurts a little, but it'll be fine in a day or two. I promise you, I'll study hard from now on and get into a top high school. Please don't be angry anymore."
My mother, though unaware of anal sex, wasn't stupid. She snorted, "Don't think I don't know what you're up to. If you do this again, I'll cut off your little penis. And that place is so dirty. Aren't you worried about hygiene? From now on..." "Don't even think about it. Just go and study properly, and don't get any more ideas."
Seeing that my mother's tone had softened, I quickly said, "Mom, it's not dirty at all. It'll be fine after a wash. Anyway, Dad doesn't want it, so please let me use it! You remember how I was in the first year of junior high. I did so badly because I often had to do my studies all by myself. You don't want me to fail to get into a top high school, do you?"
At home, everything revolves around my getting into a top high school; everything else has to take a backseat. My mother only cooperated with me in the first place because she was afraid I wouldn't be motivated to study. Now she's brought out this trump card again.
Sure enough, the trump card worked very well on my mother. She stopped talking.
After a while, she finally laid down three rules with me: 1. I can insert it into your anus, but only after you've cleaned it. Afterward, I have to clean it too. 2. You can't touch the place where I was born, which is your vagina. I'm too shy to say it out loud. And you can't even think about touching that area. 3. You can't do it too often each day, to avoid harming your health.
I readily agreed. The first condition was fine, but the second and third were problematic. As the great man said, specific problems should be solved specifically. I haven't even tried Mom's little cunt yet, how could I possibly let the third condition pass? I won't get off until I'm satisfied. Does my mother think she's afraid of waking someone up to make me get off? Just like now, my penis has gotten hard again after resting for so long.
Of course, my mother could feel it under me. She struggled, not wanting me to penetrate her, twisting her hips back and forth, but that only made my little brother even hotter. Hehe, you asked for it.
I hugged my mother tightly. "Mom, can I do it one more time?"
My mother tried to refuse. "You've forgotten too much of what I just told you. It's bad for your health and will affect your studies. Besides, I haven't washed yet, it's dirty."
I whispered in my mother's ear, "Mom, it's a holiday now, it's okay. Besides, I already went in, it doesn't matter if I go in again now. I know it still hurts, but I really want it. Let me go in one more time, the last time tonight, okay, good mom?"
My mother had no choice but to agree. "Remember, get off and go to sleep when you're done."
I immediately grabbed my penis and thrust it into my mother's anus, which was still stained with blood.
My mother groaned. "Gently."
But I was already halfway in. With a little more force, the other half went in too. No longer worried about my mother's resistance, I enjoyed it with peace of mind. My hands were busy, touching everything except my mother's vulva.
Suddenly, because I used too much force, I accidentally knocked my mother's hair, which was coiled on her head, down. I smoothed my mother's long, black hair, which cascaded over her snow-white shoulders, moving up and down in rhythm with my movements.
So beautiful and sexy! I couldn't resist, and quickly thrust a few more times until I came.
Tonight, my mother's rectum was practically my urinal. Haha, my wish fulfilled, it felt so good. After I finished, my mother got up, took a damp towel, and cleaned my penis. Then she secretly went to take a shower. Why? Need I say more? Tonight was truly wonderful.
Chapter 5
The next morning, my mother waited at the door for a colleague to pass by so she could ask someone to ask for leave from work. I could tell from her limping gait. My father thought it was his doing last night and seemed a little smug. Actually, it was me, his son, who did it.
Watching my mother walk with a limp, my penis began to swell again. When my father wasn't looking, I secretly touched her round buttocks, even poking my finger into her anus, which had just been deflowered the night before. My mother slapped me hard and glared at me, but there was no anger in her eyes; it was more like a lovers' quarrel. Hearing
the noise, my father asked, "What's wrong?"
My mother replied, "There are mosquitoes." "
Oh, right, I'm going out for a walk later, just visiting a friend. I'll probably be back in the evening, so don't wait for me for lunch."
I was overjoyed to hear my father's words. "Dad, give me some more money so I can go out and play. It's a holiday, let me relax a bit."
My father gave me five yuan. "Play is fine, but don't neglect your studies."
"And my brother gets a share too!"
I held out my other hand.
"You little rascal, you're quite the brother."
My father pulled out another five yuan and gave it to me. Back then, prices were cheap, and five yuan was a considerable sum, enough for me to play for most of the day. A game coin only cost 20 cents. Of course, my brother couldn't get that much money from our father except for me. After all, I was the family's precious treasure.
My mother watched me with a loving expression. "You silly child, all you do is play as soon as the holidays start. Don't you get any rest? Be careful you don't wear yourself out."
Hehe, little did my mother know what I was thinking. Since she was worried about me getting tired, I'd "get a good rest" at home today.
After a while, my father left, and my brother got up. I handed him the money. "Here, this is from Dad, for today's games."
My brother took the money and quickly finished his meal. "Mom, let's go out and play."
My mother replied, "Okay."
My brother grabbed my arm. "Come on, let's play a few more rounds."
He pulled me towards the door, but I stopped. "Brother, you can have this 5 yuan too. I want to go to my classmate's place today, it's free."
My brother looked at me strangely. "You really don't want to go?"
"Yes, and Mom will be out at noon, so I'll have to find my own lunch. I'll eat at my classmate's."
My brother was overjoyed. He wouldn't have to come back for lunch and could spend the whole day at the arcade. She immediately let go of my hand and dashed towards the arcade. Ha, what's so fun about video games? I have something a hundred times more fun.
Once inside, I locked the door, stripped off all my clothes, and, naked with my huge, erect penis, headed to the kitchen to find my mother. She must be washing dishes right now. I saw her body leaning slightly forward, making her buttocks appear even more prominent.
I grabbed her from behind and shouted in her ear, "Mom!"
My penis pressed even tighter against my newly deflowered anus.
My mother was startled and almost dropped the bowl she was holding. After a moment, she came to her senses and asked, "Didn't you go out with your brother? Did he bully you?"
"Mom, didn't you just say you were worried I'd get too tired and told me to rest? I'll rest at home today."
I deliberately emphasized the word "rest" while forcefully rubbing my penis against my mother's buttocks a few times.
Only then did my mother notice my unusual behavior, and also realize I was completely naked. Her face flushed. "No, don't do this."
"Mom, I want it."
My penis rubbed incessantly against my mother's buttocks.
My mother said, "No, it still hurts after you did it last night. Can't we not do it today?"
I released my mother. "Mom, look how uncomfortable my little brother is right now. Give it to me."
My mother turned around, saw my menacing little brother throbbing high in the air, and quickly turned her head away, her face as red as a sheet. I then poked my penis against my mother's buttocks, letting her feel the hardness of my penis.
"Mom, your butt is amazing!"
With this thrust, almost half of my glans sank into my mother's buttocks. My mother clearly felt the hardness of my penis and knew that I was determined not to give up today. She sighed, "Okay, but not now. Can we do it after I finish washing the dishes and cleaning up?"
"No, you wash your dishes, I'll do mine. I like this position. Besides, you just washed last night, and you haven't pooped today, so you don't need to wash again."
I ignored my mother's reaction and went to take off her pants. Back then, the concept of clothing wasn't like it is now; my mother always wore pants.
I took off my mother's belt, and with a slight pull, the pants fell down to her feet. Then I pulled down my mother's underwear, spread her legs slightly, and forcefully spread her buttocks, revealing the little chrysanthemum that I had just ravaged last night. It looked a little red and was still slightly open, as if calling for me to enter.
My mother stood with her hands on the edge of the washing basin, her buttocks slightly raised, her eyes closed, ready for my penetration. I gripped my rock-hard penis and thrust it in forcefully, returning to the place I had pioneered the night before.
It felt so good. I pounded and thrust into my mother's rectum. My mother moaned softly. She had only deflowered me last night, and I had penetrated her three times. She wasn't even ready yet, and now I was being ravaged like this. No wonder it hurt.
"Gently, gently, it hurts so much,"
my mother pleaded softly.
But I felt even more excited. I hugged her tighter, almost breaking her waist, and thrust even harder. "Mom, your ass is mine now, mine alone. Oh, it feels so good, Mom, I love you..."
After fucking my mother's ass for a long time, I finally ejaculated inside her anus, a thick stream of semen gushing out deep into her rectum. But I still wasn't satisfied. I rested my head on my mother's shoulder, my semi-erect penis still inside her. Let it come out on its own; I wasn't going to pull it out.
My mother seemed helpless at my actions. "Sweetie, let Mom finish washing the dishes first, okay? Go lie down on the bed for a while."
My mother knew I wouldn't give up so easily.
"Mom, let me help you wash the dishes."
I hugged my mother like that, watching her wash the dishes absentmindedly, my hands occasionally wandering over her body.
My mother finally finished washing the dishes. She washed her hands under the tap in the sink and said to me, "Okay, now what do you want to do?"
"Mom, let's go to bed."
I clung to my mother like that, and the two of us walked to the bedside like conjoined twins. "Mom, take off your shirt too."
My mother silently complied. I usually don't ask my mother to take off as much as possible; it's probably her last bit of dignity.
"Mom, can you lie down like a puppy?"
My mother turned around and gave me a glare, then did as I said—hands crossed, head resting on her hands, legs bent, kneeling, her buttocks raised high.
Wow, my mother looked so alluring doing that, her round, white buttocks sticking up high, her bright red anus dripping with the thick, white semen I had just ejaculated inside, her alluring little vulva half-hidden before my eyes, instantly making all the blood rush to my penis.
I knelt behind my mother's buttocks, slowly stroking her smooth skin, touching her entire buttocks, then her thighs, but I didn't touch my sacred place, because I remembered my promise to my mother, this was the last line between us, touching it would definitely make her angry.
I adjusted my position, aimed at my mother's little anus, and thrust hard, beginning my second anal sex session of the day. My mother groaned softly, her body jerking forward, but immediately pulling back. Filled with boundless love for her, I began to thrust forcefully. This time, due to the pain, her anus involuntarily contracted and expanded.
At first, I wasn't used to it, which caused me a lot of trouble, but I gradually mastered the rhythm. I pulled out when it contracted and thrust in when it expanded. The more I thrust, the more excited I became, and my movements became larger and larger. Sometimes, when I pulled out, only the head of my penis remained inside her anus before I shoved the whole thing back in.
As my movements intensified, my mother's pain increased, and she involuntarily groaned. I became even more excited, gripping my mother's buttocks tightly with both hands, my fingers turning white from the force.
After about half an hour of thrusting, I finally couldn't hold back any longer and was about to ejaculate. I quickly increased the speed of my thrusts, then forcefully thrust into my mother's anus, inserting the whole thing. My penis trembled violently inside her anus, and I ejaculated.
At that moment, I collapsed weakly onto my mother, flattening her body so I was lying on her back. But my penis still wouldn't come out, remaining half-erect in her anus. After
resting for a while, my mother nudged me, "It's almost noon, I need to get up and make lunch. Your brother will be back soon, hurry up and get ready."
"Mom, don't worry, my brother won't be coming back today,"
I said smugly to my mother.
"Why?"
"I gave all the money Dad gave me to my brother. He'll be eating out today. I told him you're going out at noon and won't be cooking lunch, so you're all mine today."
After saying that, I hugged my mother even tighter, gently rubbing my head against her back.
"You little rascal..."
My mother knew she was going to be tormented by me all day. "Don't be so rough in the future. You're practically breaking my body in two."
Hearing my mother's words, my little brother immediately reacted, eager to get started. I'll keep going. My mother is mine all day today.
Chapter 6
Since I deflowered my mother's back door, her love for me has deepened. Although my mother doesn't understand what a back door is, she still thinks it's no different from when I used her beautiful legs and hands to ejaculate. Although I ejaculated inside her, in her mind, intercourse can only be done through the vagina, so she doesn't care and lets me do whatever I want. After all, I am her most beloved son.
I took full advantage of my mother's doting love, and in return, I received constant praise from my teachers. The school practically wanted to get me into a top high school, and if nothing unexpected happened, I wouldn't have to take the high school entrance exam. Of course, that was a year later, but it was enough to make my mother ecstatic, and relatives and friends kept praising me for being successful.
My mother treated me even better. Originally, there was no door between our kitchen and bedroom, but I made an excuse that the cooking smoke would bother the people in the bedroom, so I got my father to install a door. He did. That way, every day when I came home at noon, as long as I closed the kitchen door, I could do whatever I wanted to my mother.
Even if she was cooking, I would pull down her pants, take out my penis, and thrust it hard into her anus. My mother would obediently let me finish before continuing to cook, or she would endure the sensation of me thrusting in her anus while frantically throwing everything into the pot to cook, and then quietly cooperate with me.
Needless to say, at night she would cooperate with whatever position I wanted. Either I'd lie on her back and thrust hard into her anus, or she'd let me do the doggy style and then I'd have my anus penetrated. Afterwards, she'd quietly and carefully clean me with a damp towel.
Just like that day during vacation, I'd leave my penis inside her anus, naked, lying comfortably on her smooth, soft back. But she was afraid my brother would see, so she wouldn't allow it.
Recently, I've been eyeing her mouth again, wanting her to give me oral sex, to use the same mouth she used to use to scold me to serve my penis—it's like getting revenge. But I can't rush it; if the timing isn't right, it'll offend her, and then it'll be counterproductive.
The opportunity came. Today was the day my mother's period started. When I tried to take off her pants that night, my mother refused me for the first time ever. "I'm not feeling well today, can I not?"
In the past, when my mother had her period, she would lie face down on the bed with her feet on the floor so I could insert my penis into her anus, because she was afraid of getting the bed dirty. But this time was different. My mother had a cold and fever a couple of days ago, and today happened to be the day her period started. She was a little weak, so she refused me.
"Mom, but I can't sleep if I don't ejaculate at night."
My mother was at her wits' end. "Then let's use the old way. Just use my legs for now, and I'll let you do it when I'm better."
"Mom, I don't want to. That's no fun. I still prefer the warm, soft feeling of you inside me. My legs are too hard and uncomfortable."
My mother couldn't persuade me otherwise. "Then what do you want? I'm really not feeling well today."
"How about I use your mouth? It's so soft and warm there."
"No way! Why do you always come up with such crazy ideas? Your mouth is for eating, not for doing this kind of thing."
"Mom, don't be like that. It's multi-purpose. Like your buttocks, they're only for pooping, but now I'm using them. Besides, your mouth is much cleaner than your buttocks. If I use your buttocks, you're afraid I'll get sick, but with your mouth, you won't. I know this makes you feel disgusted, even though I really want it. But if you don't agree, that's fine. I won't force you. I love you the most, Mom."
I hugged my mother and pressed my penis tightly against her body. Since I couldn't force her, I could only appeal to her affection.
My mother thought for a long time. I held her without moving. "Silly child, you were born of your mother. What's there to be disgusted about? I can help you with my mouth, but you have to wash up first. Also, don't ejaculate in my mouth, understand?"
My mother agreed, and I immediately got up, quickly rinsed my penis in the bathroom, and rushed back to the bedroom.
I took a blanket and laid it on the floor, making my mother kneel on it, her upper body straight, her head right between my legs. I took off my pants, exposing my penis to my mother's eyes.
Although I had done it to my mother many times, and her buttocks had been penetrated repeatedly, she had never seen my penis so close before. Although there was no light, I could still clearly see my mother blushing, closing her eyes, and gently bringing her head between my legs. I pressed my penis against my mother's lips, and she slightly opened her mouth to receive my penis.
My mother clearly had no experience with oral sex; she just stared blankly at it. But that made me feel incredibly good. I had opened two of the three holes in my mother's body, her virgin territory. Except for her womb, the sacred place where I was born, my penis had enjoyed every other part of her body. I possessed my mother more thoroughly than my father.
I began to teach my mother oral sex using the knowledge I had learned from books. I had her use her tongue to circle the edge of my glans, and occasionally lick my urethral opening, while her hand gently rubbed the part of my penis that wasn't inside.
My mother did as I said. It felt so good. The friction of my mother's soft tongue against my glans almost made me ejaculate. I couldn't hold back anymore and started thrusting, using my mother's mouth as a vagina. Just wait, Mom, I will conquer all the holes in your body, and cover every part of your body that makes my penis feel good with my semen as a banner of my conquest.
My mother was caught off guard, and my penis plunged deep into her throat. She coughed uncomfortably and pushed me away. "Don't go in so deep."
My mother would never use the words "insert" or "go in" unless absolutely necessary. I wondered what would happen if she said "penis" or "cock." Right now, she would never utter those words.
"Mom, I'm sorry, I was too hasty. I won't do it again."
I was joking. Although I really wanted to thrust deep into my mother's throat and ejaculate inside, if her coughing woke up my older brother, I'd be finished. This wasn't the way to act. I had my mother hold my penis with both hands, but not too tightly, so that most of it was in her grasp, with only a small portion in her mouth. This way, I could thrust freely without worrying about losing control and going in too deep.
My mother's tongue pressed tightly against my penis. At first, she was very nervous, and she had forgotten the pressure she used to apply when she masturbated me. Her tongue was either too tight or too loose, and it didn't cooperate with the movement of my penis at all; it just kept pressing tightly against it.
I had no choice but to stop thrusting, untie my mother's hair, and gently stroke the back of her head. "Mom, don't be nervous, relax. I won't put it down your throat."
My mother opened her eyes and looked at me, her eyes filled with gratitude. She took a few deep breaths, signaled with her eyes that I could start, and then closed her eyes again. I began to violate my mother's small mouth and her hands, which were a little rough from working. It was a double whammy.
After my mother relaxed, her tongue began to match my thrusts, and her hands held my penis neither too tightly nor too loosely. I no longer hesitated and focused intently on moving my penis in and out of my mother's small hands and mouth.
My mother's tongue seemed to be enjoying the struggle with my penis; as I approached climax, her movements noticeably quickened. My mother showed no intention of letting me pull out, so I finally reminded her, "Mom, I'm about to ejaculate, let me go."
My mother was startled and quickly released me. She gave me a grateful look, appreciating that I remembered what she said. My mother continued to masturbate me, but for some reason, even though I was almost ejaculating, her hands had been stroking me dozens of times without me ejaculating.
My mother looked at me suspiciously, and I shook my head, indicating that I didn't know either. My mother looked at my penis stroking her hands, then suddenly opened her hands, looked at the calluses on her hands, and probably thought that her hands were too rough, which was why I couldn't ejaculate.
My mother suddenly straightened her back, making her chest level with my crotch. She slipped my penis under her bra and inserted it between her breasts, my penis reaching her chin. She gently squeezed my penis between her chin. She
whispered, "Move." Moved,
I whispered "Mom," and began to thrust. My mother pressed her breasts inward forcefully, gripping my penis tightly.
I thrust dozens of times, my penis trembling violently, and I ejaculated, a thick stream of semen spraying powerfully onto my mother's chin. The semen flowed down her neck, through her bra, and onto her breasts. I whispered
, "Mom, wait a moment."
I went to the bathroom and got a clean towel, then unhooked her bra, which was soaked with my semen, and carefully wiped it off.
My mother looked at me gently and smiled slightly. "My son has grown up."
I placed the towel by the bed and gently helped my mother onto the bed. "Mom, I'm sorry."
My mother looked at me with confusion, not understanding why I was apologizing so suddenly.
I pressed myself against my mother and whispered in her ear, "You've been so good to me. Even when I made unreasonable demands, you always satisfied me. I used you as a tool for my lust. First, I secretly used your thighs while you were asleep, and then I used the back of your legs as a tool to penetrate you. When you found out, you didn't blame me. You even put aside your dignity as a mother to satisfy my desires for the sake of my studies and health. But I wasn't satisfied. I raped your buttocks while you were sleeping, but you were still so good to me. Now you're using your mouth and breasts to help me ejaculate. Mom, I'm sorry."
My mother listened to my words and remained silent for a long time, just staring at me. I didn't look away, but conveyed my love, shame, and respect for my mother to her through my eyes.
My mother and I looked at each other for a while, then she slowly turned her head away. "You are my own son. When I first saw the dried semen you left on my leg, I was so angry. Your father is useless, always looked down upon by your uncles and aunts in the family, and even I was looked down upon. I always hoped that you and your brother could make me proud, study hard, and show them that even if your father isn't good, his son can be successful. But your brother… thankfully, we have you, but you don't study well, you've gone astray at such a young age. It almost drove me crazy back then. But then I thought…" "It's your developmental stage, so it's understandable that you're interested in women. It's just that the object of your interest is me, your mother. Since that's the case, I'll simply satisfy you, to prevent you from being corrupted by bad women outside, and it can also encourage your studies. I only hope you remember that Mom can give you anything, but you must do well in your studies and become a successful person in the future, unlike your father, who was looked down upon by his siblings."
As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears. She gently pushed me away, turned her back to me, and her shoulders trembled slightly.
It turned out my mother had such high expectations of me. I gently hugged her from behind and whispered in her ear, "Mom, what were you thinking when I raped your anus while you were asleep that night?"
To divert her attention, I had to resort to this tactic; anyway, my mother wouldn't blame me.
Sure enough, my mother gave my buttocks a hard twist. "You still dare to talk? I really don't know where you learned this trick. It was fine that night, but the next day you kept messing around in my butt all day, making me unable to poop for a whole week."
"Mom, what does it feel like when I move inside you now?"
My mother blushed. "After a while, it doesn't hurt as much as before, but it's a little strange, and a little comfortable. Every time you go in, it feels like I need to poop, but I can't."
Heh, no wonder my mother always squeezes my penis tightly and loosely when I insert it into her anus.
"Mom, you're so good to me."
I hugged my mother tightly, my penis hard again. "Mom, can I use your breasts one more time?"
My mother nodded, turned over and lay flat. Later I learned that this method is called breast sex.
Tonight, my mother and I talked about our innermost thoughts, and our mother-son relationship took another step forward.
Chapter 7
Today is the registration day for the first semester of junior high school. Last night, my uncle sent word that several of his comrades who were discharged from the army will be transferred back to the county where we now live. They are all going to be the top or second-in-command of several important departments, one of whom is even the county magistrate. He has asked them to take care of our family.
In two months, he will also be promoted to deputy chief prosecutor. The house and land that were confiscated during the Cultural Revolution can now be returned. My mother was happy all night after hearing this, because we no longer have to squeeze into a small bedroom as a family.
I, however, was both happy and worried. With a bigger house, it will be much more convenient for me to have sex with my mother, without having to be secretive and afraid of being discovered. But it also means that I will have to sleep separately from my mother, which will be difficult.
My mother probably knew how I felt. After I had sex with her anus last night, she didn't object and left my penis inside her ass. As dawn approached, she helped me put on my pants and tidied herself up.
During this time, my mother was in high spirits, always smiling, and looked even more beautiful. I took advantage of this time to vent my desires on her, wondering if I would ever have such a good opportunity again. My mother tried her best to satisfy me.
A month passed in the blink of an eye. Although my uncle hadn't been officially promoted to deputy chief prosecutor yet, everyone around him already considered him one. His comrades had all taken office, and with their help, the confiscated houses and land had been resolved. Now we just had to wait for the people living there to move out so we could move in.
When I saw the house, I realized it was better than I had imagined. It was a two-story building connected to two single-story houses. The relatives said they would give it all to us unconditionally, but my grandmother had to live with us, and they would give us a monthly allowance to support her. My mother agreed. When deciding on the rooms for everyone, I gave the two-story building to my eldest brother. He would live upstairs, my grandmother downstairs, and my parents and I would live in the single-story houses, which were connected by a door.
This way, when Dad isn't home, I can pull Mom to sleep in my bed or I can go to hers. As long as the doors to both rooms are closed, no one can come in. I can do whatever I want to Mom. Haha, this house is practically built just for me.
Mom saw how happy I was, as if she could read my mind, and looked at me with a half-smile. When no one was looking, I secretly touched Mom's beautiful buttocks.
The day of the move arrived, and my uncle's comrade-in-arms arranged for a truck to help early on. Dad took three days off from work, and he drove the truck. We worked for more than an hour to load the truck full. Some of the things were ours, and half were my second uncle's. The driver's cab could only seat four people, and there was another seat for putting things, so there were only three seats left.
Dad said to Mom, "One of you can sit next to me, and you can hold the other one."
Finally, my brother sat next to my father so that my mother could hold me.
I protested, "I'm not a little kid anymore, why should Mom hold me? Let me hold her instead."
My father laughed and said, "How old are you? Can you even lift your mother?"
"Ask Mom if I can lift her!"
My mother, hearing my pointed remark, lightly patted me. "Alright, alright, that's enough. If we keep talking, it'll get dark, and we still have to help others carry things." As we
got on the bus, my mother glared at me. I was wronged! I hadn't thought of anything else; I just didn't want to sit on top of my mother. But since that's what my mother thought, hehe, I'll do as she says. I wonder what it'll feel like to be on the bus with my father and brother behind my back, especially when they're awake.
The bus started moving. My brother was excited, turning around to talk to us every now and then. My father had to concentrate on driving, so he ignored us. My mother sat on my lap, her hands gripping the back of the seat in front of her.
I looked at my mother's smooth earlobes, her delicate neck, and the soft flesh of her buttocks bouncing on my legs due to the uneven road. I reached down and gently touched her thigh. My mother glanced at me, then turned her head away. Slowly, I moved my hand between her legs, and she involuntarily squeezed her legs together, stopping me from going any further.
My penis was already erect. I pulled my mother's waist back, then forcefully spread her thighs apart, pulled down her pants through her thighs, and took out my hard penis. I placed it between her thighs, making her squeeze her thighs together.
My mother looked at my father, who was focused on driving ahead, and my brother, who was excitedly looking out the window. She covered the head of my penis, which was peeking out from her thigh, with one hand, rhythmically squeezing and releasing it with her palm, occasionally circling her fingers around the glans and gently pressing the urethral opening.
I originally wanted to have sex with my mother's anus in the car, but it seemed a bit difficult now. My mother was wearing pants, and if she took them off, my brother could easily stick
his head out and we'd be done for. So I decided to just have some fun for now, since there would be plenty of opportunities later. My mother squeezed her legs together when the road was uneven, and increased the up-and-down motion when the car bounced, moving her legs up and down on my penis. She knew that just using her hands wouldn't be enough to satisfy me, so I took advantage of those moments to thrust. When the road was smooth, she squeezed and released her legs around my penis. We did this for about half an hour until we got stuck in traffic. I felt like I was going to ejaculate, so I gently squeezed my mother.
My mother took a towel and covered my glans with it, continuing to massage my penis through the towel, while increasing the pressure of her legs. I exhaled heavily, and my penis throbbed powerfully between my mother's legs and in her palms as I ejaculated.
My mother cleaned me up with the towel, then sniffed the air several times to see if there was any smell. Luckily, the car window was open, the wind was strong, and with the towel covering it, there wasn't much of a smell. My mother crumpled the towel into a ball and quietly tossed it out, then slipped my penis through her thigh or crotch and zipped it up.
During this time, my hands never left my mother's beautiful buttocks; her beautiful buttocks were my favorite.
Finally, everything was done, and my father's three-day leave was over. He went back to his workplace, his steps unsteady. In those three days, my mother and I did it less often than we usually did in a single day. I breathed a sigh of relief when he left. "Dad, leave Mom to me while you're not home. I'll take good care of her."
Seeing my father walk away, I immediately pulled my mother along, closed the door, went back to my room, locked the door, and, ignoring my brother still upstairs, picked up my mother and carried her to the bed. My mother knew how hard I had been holding back these past two days and didn't object.
I quickly stripped my mother naked, made her lie face down, and shoved my penis into her anus, thrusting over a hundred times. Then I thought, since my father was back at work, my mother was mine now, no need to rush. I climbed onto her back, hugged her, and slowly moved my penis in and out.
"Mom, you need to exercise more."
My mother didn't understand what I meant. "Mom's always been healthy, working and doing housework every day, what exercise do I need?"
I bit her earlobe. "I mean here."
I thrust my penis in forcefully, inserting it completely into her anus. "Your anus is a little loose, you need to practice tightening it more."
My mother blushed and looked back at me. "Is that so?"
My mother's buttock muscles tightened, and I felt it becoming much harder to penetrate.
"Yes, that's it."
I immediately thrust harder. My mother's anus had been used by me for over a year, at least three or four times a day; it was no wonder it was loose. Now it felt like the budding flower of her anus again. My mother contracted her buttock muscles forcefully.
"You do this several times a day, no wonder you're so loose."
"Mom, if you just contract your muscles like this more often, you'll be fine."
My mother agreed. I thrust even more excitedly on my mother's back, once again shooting my semen deep into her anus. My mother's rectum writhed with each ejaculation.
"Mom, can I feel as good in your vagina as Dad did?"
I probed my mother, holding her obediently with both hands, not daring to move. My mother turned her head to look at me in surprise.
"I want to try the feeling of having sex with a woman, okay?"
I further explained. My mother had never heard of the term "anal flower"; she only thought that ejaculating into the vagina and getting pregnant counted as sex.
"No, I'm your mother, how can you do that? What if you get a child?"
I didn't see much anger in my mother's expression; it seemed she was more worried about pregnancy than incest. I was secretly pleased.
I had an opportunity, but my mother wouldn't give herself to me willingly. However, I could use other means to achieve my goal. At most, I would beat her afterward, but it would be worth it. It's just not possible now.
"Okay, Mom, I was just asking, don't be angry. I'm content with you here."
I poked my mother's anus with my finger, and she sighed in relief. It seemed she still doted on me. I wondered what would happen if I persisted.
Just then, my brother's new radio upstairs started playing a Spanish bullfighting song, blasting loudly. Although I don't like music, I could still tell this piece was very exciting, and my little brother got hard again with the exciting rhythm of the music.
I immediately got off my mother and straddled her buttocks. Her thick buttocks made me feel like I was sitting on a cloud. I adjusted my penis and inserted it, placing my hands on my mother's back, leaving only my buttocks in contact with her.
I thrust forcefully, looking down at my mother's anus as it went in and out with each stroke, moving intensely to the tense rhythm of the music. I felt like a knight, and my mother was my conquered mount, at my mercy.
After a while, the bullfighting song ended, followed by a slow love song. I couldn't wait for my brother to play the bullfighting song again.
My mother let out a soft moan beneath me. I'd been penetrating her ass for a year now, and she was used to it, even experiencing a slight pleasure. But she usually held back, because she felt embarrassed to feel pleasure from her own son's thrusting, especially from her own dirty anus. But today she actually...
Maybe my current position was too stimulating for her. My mother's voice was my motivation. I immediately increased the intensity, and my hands moved to her breasts from under her ribs, then up her waist, and then upwards.
With this back-and-forth stroking and my powerful thrusting, my mother's moans grew louder, her rectal walls becoming soaking wet. While she'd gotten a little wet after dozens of thrusts before, this time it was noticeably wetter, which amused me greatly. I thrust even harder, my hands quickening the pace.
Suddenly, my mother let out a soft gasp. I felt a wriggling sensation in her anus, as if something was pressing against the head of my penis deep inside, but it quickly recoiled. There was clearly more moisture in her rectum; I was certain my penis would be wet as soon as I pulled out. Could it be…?
At this moment, my mother propped herself up, but didn't dare make any large movements, since my penis was still inside her.
My mother stammered, "Can I go to the toilet first? My stomach suddenly feels a little uncomfortable. It seems like the food I just ate wasn't clean, and I have diarrhea."
I chuckled inwardly, "She's at the peak of her orgasm, and she's pretending to have diarrhea."
But I didn't dare say it outright. I quickly thrust a few more times. "Mom, can you hold on a little longer? I'll be fine after about a hundred more thrusts."
With each thrust of my penis, my mother's anus writhed again, gripping my penis tighter than ever before. The foreign object inside, like a mimosa, touched my glans and then retracted. My mother shook her head in distress. The flush from her orgasm hadn't subsided, and her long, flowing hair, disheveled by my vigorous movements, danced with her movements. The sight was incredibly alluring.
"No, I can't hold it in any longer. Can I go first? I'll give it to you when I get back."
"Then you have to come and sleep with me at night when no one's home."
I quickly made my request at this moment. My mother nodded, her face even more radiant as she held back her urge to defecate.
I pulled out my penis, making a soft "pop" sound as it left my mother's anus. It was wet, with some yellowish stuff on the glans. My mother blushed even more at the sight. I couldn't resist kissing her. She hurriedly put on her coat, not even bothering with underwear, and said, "You go wash up too,"
before rushing to the bathroom as if her life depended on it.
Heh, looking at the yellowish stuff on the tip of my penis, I was increasingly impressed with myself.
Chapter 8:
My mother had been in the bathroom for almost 0 minutes. My penis was even more aroused than before, forced to stop halfway through. I peeked out the door, checked to make sure my brother hadn't come downstairs, and then ran to the bathroom.
"Mom, are you done yet? I'm in a hurry!"
My mother answered from inside, "Almost done, I'll rinse off now."
I heard the sound of running water, and my desire flared. It had been a long time since I'd bathed with my mother. When I was little, she always bathed me, but I was always well-behaved and didn't dare touch her. Now it was different.
"Mom, open the door, let me in and wash with you."
"Don't rush, Mom will be done soon, I'll call you when I'm done,"
my mother replied.
"Mom, I'm not dressed right now, it's not good for people to see me standing outside."
Hearing this, my mother hurriedly opened the door. She wasn't wearing anything, and half of her body peeked out. Seeing that I was really standing naked in front of her, my little brother got hard for a while. She quickly looked around to make sure no one was there, and then let me in.
When I went inside, I saw my mother with her back to me. Water from the faucet, which was tilted high up, flowed down my mother's delicate, white neck and her perfect curves. Her black hair was piled on top of her head, her back was smooth and delicate, her waist was slender, and her full, round buttocks were plump and firm. The cleft between her buttocks had captivated me for a year, and her round, long legs were pressed tightly together, her delicate little feet standing lightly on the ground.
My mother hummed a song softly as she washed her body. She was as alluring as could be. My penis clamored for an immediate assault, but I couldn't bear to spoil this perfect picture of a beautiful woman emerging from her bath, ignoring the protests of my lower body. Watching my mother's hands roaming freely, I suddenly felt jealous; I should take her place.
My mother suddenly said, "Didn't you just say you were in a hurry? Why aren't you in the bathroom?"
I pressed myself against her from behind, inserting my hands into the area she was touching, separating her hands from her body. "Mom, let me wash you."
"Mom's asking you, didn't you say you were in a hurry?"
"Yes, I am in a hurry, it's my little penis that's in a hurry."
I pressed my already throbbing, menacing penis against my mother's buttocks.
"No, Mom hasn't been cleaned yet after pooping."
"Mom, from now on, I'll take care of your cleaning, including inside your ass."
"How can I?"
My mother refused my request.
"I don't care, from now on, I'll take over Mom's bathing."
I said domineeringly. At the same time, my hands began to roam over my mother's body. "Let me wash you first."
My mother was completely flustered by my actions, her legs tightly closed together. Although I often touched my mother's body before, she treated me with the same affection she would show a child. Now, having just experienced an orgasm, she couldn't respond to my caresses with the same loving motherly deference she used to show her child.
Gradually, my mother's breathing became heavy. I thrust my penis into my mother's anus.
"No, it's not clean yet,"
my mother said breathlessly.
"Mom, I'm just helping you clean it now."
My penis went in and out deeply, almost pulling out each time except for what was necessary. My mother clearly couldn't withstand my thrusting and was almost unable to stand. Her body slumped back, and she fell into my arms, panting heavily.
I changed to holding my mother's waist tightly with one hand, while the other hand explored downwards, searching for treasures in her paradise, my lips gently licking my mother's earlobe. At this moment, my hand, which was between my mother's legs, reached her nipple and gently pinched it. My mother was clearly unable to withstand such a three-pronged attack; her body was limp as if boneless. Without my tight embrace, she would have collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.
My mother's breathing gradually became heavier, her hands hanging limply at her sides, swaying unconsciously, her head tilting back weakly against my shoulder, her eyes vacantly looking upwards, an unusual flush on her face, and unconscious moans escaping her lips from time to time.
Under this stimulation, I abandoned all other movements and focused on thrusting my penis into my mother's anus. With my vigorous thrusts, my mother's head was slammed forward, her white neck looking more elegant and beautiful than a swan's.
I held my mother's chest with one hand to prevent her body from falling forward, kissed her neck, and quickened my pace. My mother's moans, my panting, the sound of water flowing, and the sounds of flesh colliding created a lewd scene of mother and son bathing together.
When I ejaculated deep into my mother's anus, she went limp, as if boneless, completely at my mercy. Her snow-white flesh was flushed red from the afterglow of her orgasm, and her once-white, firm buttocks were now red from my vigorous thrusts. Thick, cloudy semen trickled from her anus, slowly flowing down her trembling thighs.
Seeing this, a surge of male pride filled my chest. This woman's greatest pride was something I, her son, had created.
My brother was still upstairs, and I couldn't linger. I picked up the soap and began to wash my mother. She was covered in sweat, obviously from my vigorous movements. I carefully cleaned every inch of her skin.
After washing her upper body, I turned my mother around so she was facing me. I half-squatted down, placing her hands on top of my head, one hand supporting her smooth waist, the other lathering her beautiful, smooth thighs with soap. But my gaze never left that alluring black triangle.
I lifted one of my mother's legs onto my shoulder, and the mysterious passage that brought me into this world was revealed before my eyes: pink labia, tender clitoris, all displaying their allure.
I was thrilled and leaned in, wanting to thank them with my tongue. But as my tongue brushed against her labia and curled around the clitoris, my mother cried out, "What are you doing?"
Her hands, with an unexpected strength, pushed me away. Luckily, I only paused halfway, or she would have fallen to the ground.
My mother wasn't so lucky. Having just climaxed, she was exhausted, and the recoil caused her to lean back, losing her balance and almost falling. Luckily, I reacted quickly, grabbing her waist and pulling her back. Her entire body rested on my shoulder, but I used too much force, and her waist slipped over my shoulder. I quickly stood up to prevent her head from hitting the ground.
Now, her buttocks were on my shoulder, and I had to hold her thighs tightly to keep her from falling. The water from the faucet splashed all over her buttocks. I quickly shifted my position so the water was hitting the middle of her buttocks, her cleft.
My mother struggled again, "Put me down! It hurts!"
She thrashed her hands at my thighs, trying to get down.
I held her even tighter. "Mom, don't move. I'll wash your buttocks now."
I positioned her anus under the water and inserted a finger.
"Ugh, no!"
Mother shuddered, her legs twitching wildly, her body going limp. Seriously, that's a bit much, isn't it? So sensitive. I found it amusing and continued. Mother's buttocks tightened, her legs squeezing inwards forcefully. Wow, her little feet were clamping my penis! This time it was my turn to shudder; it felt pretty good.
Mother struggled to lift her head. "Put me down, it hurts so much."
"Mom, keep using your feet to clamp my penis, I'll let you down after I ejaculate,"
I threatened her. Hehe, I'd never played with Mother's little feet before. I continued to rub my semen inside Mother's anus.
Mother knew that if she didn't comply, she might have to spend a long time on my shoulder. Afraid that my brother would hear the sounds from the bathroom, she started using her feet to clamp my penis, automatically rubbing it back and forth, her hands on my legs.
"Mom, don't let your hands be idle, touch my balls, that way I'll come faster."
My mother had no choice; she wanted to finish quickly, so she did as I said. Her slightly rough hands gently massaged my scrotum, and it felt quite good.
At this moment, I felt that my mother's anus was clean, and at the same time, I felt that being upside down for too long wasn't good for her health. If I went too far and she got angry and refused to give it to me, that would be terrible. I squatted down slightly and put my mother down. As soon as she stood up, she held her head and stumbled, falling towards me. I quickly caught her.
"Mom, I'm sorry, I went too far with my joke just now."
I quickly apologized, hoping to extinguish the fire before it flared up again.
My mother glared at me. "You said I had a stroke before you put me down."
"I'm sorry, it was my fault, I deserve a spanking, I deserve a spanking."
I lightly slapped my mother's pert buttocks twice. "But it hurts a mother's heart to hit her son, so I'll just spank Mom's buttocks instead, there's plenty of flesh here."
I teased my mother softly in her ear.
"Heh," my mother chuckled, the storm passing by.
"Mom, let me help you get dressed."
I dried her off, my penis still erect. I helped her put on her shirt, but I couldn't put her pants on. I picked her up horizontally.
"No need for pants, it'll be too much trouble to take them off later. The shirt is enough."
Her shirt was up to her thighs, so it didn't matter whether she wore pants or not. She agreed, but wouldn't let me carry her back to her room. Hey, you asked for it. My mother's body was still a little weak, and she almost fell to the ground as soon as she came out of the bathroom. I followed behind her and quickly grabbed her.
"Mom, let me help you."
I used force, leaned forward, and with one hand lifted my mother's shirt, thrusting my penis into her anus. My mother cried out, "What are you doing? Go back to your room, okay? It'll be troublesome if someone sees us."
Indeed, a naked son hugging his mother, who wasn't wearing pants, from behind—even if people didn't know we were performing "Back Garden Flower," they would certainly think of incest.
I held my mother tightly with both hands. "Mom, do you remember marching in step?" My
mother nodded blankly.
"One, left foot; two, right foot. Let's do a double march now. If we walk faster, no one will see."
My penis was still inserted in my mother's anus. Hey, this move is sure to feel good. My mother wanted to go back quickly, so she had no choice but to agree. My legs were pressed tightly against my mother's legs.
"One," I whispered in my mother's ear. We both stepped forward with our left feet at the same time. My mother's body went limp, almost sliding down. The movement caused the flesh of her anus to move, making my mother feel uncomfortable, but I felt incredibly good.
"Two," my mother went limp again. After only a few steps, my mother couldn't take it anymore. She leaned her head on my shoulder, looking at me with teary eyes, her face flushed.
There was no other way, so I had to do it myself. I lifted my mother's body up, placed her heels on my insteps, and entered my bedroom. After closing the door, I began to enjoy this new pleasure. I walked back and forth against the wall in the room. Although I couldn't thrust, the pleasure of the muscle clamps was unique. Today, I was going to take full pleasure with my mother and make up for the losses of the past three days.
Chapter 9
Today was the day to collect tributes again. The quality of the items was related to their grades this semester, and of course, it was all traded in secret.
A classmate named Xiaodao secretly slipped me a small paper packet early in the morning before the others arrived. I squeezed it; inside were a few round things, which didn't seem like anything special. I looked at him suspiciously.
"Don't underestimate this, I secretly stole it from the aunt who works at the hospital. Just a few pills can make you sleep for hours."
Is this stuff really that magical? If it's true, then I can easily get my hands on my mother's little cunt. But what's this guy doing with this stuff? Is his mother, like mine, also a pretty woman? My suspicions are understandable.
Xiao Dao, thinking I doubted the effectiveness of these sleeping pills, hurriedly said, "It's true. I usually put it in my parents' water at night and secretly take the money to go out and play video games. My parents don't even know when I come back late at night. I'll show you if you don't believe me."
Damn, he doesn't even know how to use such a good thing properly. Video games are really harmful.
Seeing that I was a little tempted, he said, "Come to my house at noon, I'll use my mom to show you,"
and ran off.
If that's really the case, hehe... Since I'm a student leader, I have to stay and help the teacher at parent-teacher conferences. I've seen her mother a few times. She's pretty, although not as attractive as my mother, but she's definitely a pretty woman. If it really works that well, then today I'll try the taste of a mature woman other than my mother. I started planning my actions for noon.
After lunch, I unusually didn't pull my mother to bed. I told her, "I'm going to a classmate's house to play for a bit,"
and ran off. My mother looked at me in surprise, but I ignored her.
When I arrived at his house, his mother and he were sitting on the sofa in the living room. "Mom, this is our class's Youth League secretary. He's here to tutor me today,"
Xiao Dao winked at me. I nodded. "Yes, he asked me a question today, but we were short on time, so I didn't have time to explain it to him clearly. He came at noon to go over it again."
Xiao Dao's mother said, "Thank you so much. Xiao Dao isn't doing very well in his studies. You'll have to tutor him more in the future."
Xiao Dao's mother vaguely remembered me; she had seen me a few times at parent-teacher conferences.
"Okay, I'll definitely help Xiaodao improve his studies from now on."
"Thank you so much. Wait a moment, I'll get you a glass of water."
"Damn, you think you can get me to tutor your son with just a glass of water? You'd be more likely to thank me with your ass, preferably one that's never been deflowered. I guarantee your son will get over 80 on every exam."
I stared at her graceful back, itching to pounce on her from behind, strip her clothes off, and thrust into her ass. To be fair, she was actually a pretty woman, but compared to my mother, she felt like something was missing, probably because of the lack of blood ties.
Xiaodao's mother poured three glasses of water and put them on the table. I took out my schoolbag and started pretending to explain things to Xiaodao. Xiaodao's mother put down the water and turned to leave. Xiaodao immediately put a few pills into one of the glasses. Xiaodao and I picked up the other two glasses of myrrh and drank a few sips. At this moment, his mother returned, carrying a plate of snacks.
"Have some snacks, don't be shy."
"Thank you, Auntie."
I picked up the glass of water with the drug on it. "Thank you for your trouble, Auntie. Have some water."
Xiao Dao's mother took a few sips, put it down, and sat beside me listening to me explain to Xiao Dao.
After about five minutes, she rubbed her head. "What's wrong? I suddenly feel so tired. Xiao Dao, I'm going back to sleep for a bit. Listen carefully."
"Okay, Mom."
Xiao Dao gave me a smug smile.
After his mother went back to her room, Xiao Dao laughed out loud. "How about that? Amazing, right? I guarantee you won't wake up for at least four hours."
"Amazing, amazing."
Confirming the pill's effect, I became happy. I'll give my mother a few tonight, hehe.
"Come on, let's go play video games."
Xiao Dao pulled me.
"No, I haven't finished writing the essay the teacher needs to hand in yet. It's due this afternoon."
I finished writing it a long time ago, but if I go out with you, who will take care of your mother? It seems your mother's butt hasn't been visited yet. Let me help feed your mother's butt.
"I have 5 yuan here, you can borrow it to play with. I'll write my essay here first, and come back at 2 o'clock to call me so we can go to school together,"
I said generously. Xiao Dao happily agreed. Poor Xiao Dao's mother, if she knew that her son sold her buttocks—no, her whole body—for 5 yuan, I wonder what she would think.
I saw Xiao Dao walk away and immediately went to Xiao Dao's mother's room. If the drug was really that effective, she probably didn't have time to close the door. I pushed the door open. Thank goodness, I don't have to eat myself for lunch today.
Xiao Dao's mother was lying on her side on the bed, her voluptuous body exuding a charming mature woman's scent. The room wasn't very big, and it seemed to have just been cleaned; the broom was still at the foot of the bed.
I started to look around. Doing it to her now wouldn't be a problem; she was already my meal. But how would I wipe my mouth after I was done? I looked around, frowned, and an idea came to me.
I shook Xiaodao's mother a few times, pinched her cheeks to make sure she was sound asleep, then took off all her clothes, including Xiaodao's mother's. I'd dress her later; I usually dressed and undressed my mother every day, so this was no problem for me.
I turned her over, placing her face down on the bed in my favorite position, arms crossed over the pillow. From behind, she looked really good—a slender waist, round hips, like a pipa (a Chinese lute). I especially loved the center of her round, firm buttocks. Her long legs and snow-white skin were as smooth as silk, feeling wonderful to the touch.
I parted her buttocks, and her slightly dark anus was indeed untouched. I immediately straddled her back. Time was short; an hour and a half passed quickly. I was going to explore all three of her orifices, each for half an hour.
I adjusted my position and thrust hard into her anus. Xiao Dao's mother shuddered; even in her sleep, she felt the pain of her anus being opened. "Ugh, so tight, it hurts so much!" The feeling of deflowering her mother's anus returned. I held her tightly, treating her like my own mother.
"Mom, your son has deflowered your
anus again," I said, uttering the words I'd wanted to say but dared not say that night. I continued thrusting, ignoring Xiao Dao's mother's struggles, pumping in and out of her anus, my hands kneading her breasts, their snow-white, high shape changing shape in my hands.
So good, an untouched ass is different. After ejaculating inside her rectum, I still didn't want to pull out. One more time! I had to give up on penetrating her vagina.
"You should reserve a special place for your husband. You should thank your ass, it's so alluring,"
I whispered in Xiao Dao's mother's ear.
I continued to ravage her anus, which had just been deflowered by me. After ejaculating a second time, I picked up Xiaodao's mother and took her to the bathroom to clean her bottom. I had to wash it thoroughly, otherwise she would definitely notice. After washing
, I cleaned myself up, then shoved it into her mouth and messed around with it. Calculating the time, it was almost time, so I shoved my penis between her breasts and quickly thrust a few dozen times before ejaculating. After getting dressed, I placed the broom at the foot of the bed between her legs and inserted it a little into her anus through her clothes, so that when she woke up she would think her bottom hurt because the broom had fallen onto the bed and she had accidentally poked it in. As for the rectal rupture, I thought she would doubt it but wouldn't dare to say anything, and it turned out I was right.
I put the homework on the table, and Xiaodao came back not long after. In the afternoon class, I was still savoring the wonderful body I had experienced at noon, and I couldn't hear what the teacher was saying at all.
Chapter 10
After school, I ate dinner and put the pills in my mother's water cup. It was only 7 PM. My mother would sleep for four hours after drinking them. I got home around 9:20 PM and had over an hour to fuck my mother hard. I planned to ejaculate just as she woke up. I wanted her to know clearly that I had shot the seed of life into her uterus, hehe…
During self-study, my penis got hard as I thought about what was going to happen later, and it had been hard since the start of class. Waaah, Mom, you'll see how powerful your son is when I get home. I couldn't suppress my lust and my mind wandered. My mother's snow-white body kept appearing in my mind.
At this moment, Xiao Dao, oblivious to the danger, came up to disturb me. Damn, it seems he doesn't want to pass this semester, even though his mother just deflowered me at noon.
"Boss, those pills of mine really worked, right? My mom was still lying in bed sleeping when school ended this afternoon."
Damn, it was because I fucked her so hard in the ass that she couldn't get up, but I dared not say it out loud.
"Really? That's amazing. From now on, if you see someone you don't like, just put them in water to drink and let them sleep for a few hours."
"Hey bro, can you come to my house more often in the future?" "Is it because this kid's mom's ass was so good that she invited me to come and fuck her again?"
My mom will only feel at ease if you come, so I can drug her and sneak out to play. "Damn, I see. It's nice to have a new ass to play with every now and then, but too many times and she'll be easily discovered. One or two more times is enough.
" "Okay, but I can only come twice a week, no more. Also, I'll be studying at your place when I go, I don't want to go out to play."
Xiao Dao was overjoyed, "Thank you, bro, thank you, bro."
Finally, evening self-study ended, and I rushed home at the speed of a professional race car driver. Mom, I'm home!
When I got home, the light in my mother's room was off, she must be asleep. I couldn't contain my excitement and went into my mother's room, turned on the light, and sure enough, my mother hadn't even taken off the mosquito net. It seems the drug worked. My mother looked like a begonia in spring slumber, her face serene, her breathing calm and steady. Her snow-white arms, exposed by her short-sleeved shirt, lay outside the thin blanket, a few small red mosquito bites standing out starkly against her fair skin.
"Damn mosquitoes!"
I licked the bites on my mother's skin with a pained expression. I pulled back the blanket, revealing my mother's beautiful curves. My penis throbbed slightly. I stripped off my clothes and threw them onto my mother's bed, scooped her up in my arms, and kissed her cherry lips passionately.
Usually, my mother wouldn't kiss me; she would only let me kiss her cheek, and she would only kiss my cheek. I placed my mother on my lap, pried open her teeth with my tongue, and swept it freely across her small mouth, licking every tiny inch of her fragrant tongue.
My penis grew even harder, even under my mother's fleshy, smooth buttocks, moving to her cleft wasn't enough. I couldn't take it anymore, so I pulled down my mother's pants and shoved my penis into her anus. Ah, much better.
I held my mother's slender waist and moved up and down a few times, temporarily releasing the pent-up desire of the night.
But my target tonight wasn't my mother's anus. I hugged my mother again, put my head over her delicate shoulder, and peered between her alluring legs, gently teasing her with a finger. I spread my mother's legs apart, and the paradise that brought me into this world appeared before my eyes. Tonight, I would return to my homeland and reclaim my former glory.
I picked my mother up, letting my erect penis throb against her buttocks, and led her to my bed through the door connecting my mother's and my bedrooms. This bed is the same one the three of us slept in before we moved. It holds so many wonderful memories, and I've always been reluctant to change it. On this bed, I broke into my mother's anus, taking her virginity. On this bed, ninety percent of my mother's body became the tool for my penis to release its desires. I possessed my mother more thoroughly than my father. Now, I will possess her completely.
I laid my mother flat on the bed, her legs spread. Her snow-white, high breasts rose and fell gently with her breathing, as if calling to me. I climbed onto the bed, gazing at her crotch with a pilgrim's heart.
I began to lick my mother's peach blossom cave. Gradually, my mother's breathing became erratic. My father was only home for a few days a month; it would be a lie to say my mother didn't want it. Usually, I would use her anus, giving her some pleasure and suppressing the emptiness in her vagina. Now, with me doing it, all her pent-up frustration exploded.
After my mother became wet, I mounted her and marched in to reclaim my birthplace. It didn't take much effort for me to enter. I could easily move in and out of her usually dry anus, let alone this lubricated place. I began to thrust. My mother's vagina was a little loose, after all, she had given birth to two children; it wasn't as tight as her anus, but it had a unique pleasure.
I stared at my mother's face, her small mouth slightly open as she felt satisfied from the emptiness inside her, her pearly white teeth half-hidden, and occasionally I could see her pink tongue slightly raised, as if searching for something. Her small, cute nostrils flared, her brows furrowed, and her expression was somewhat resentful, as if blaming me for being so gentle.
I kissed my mother's small mouth deeply, my tongue entering her mouth and intertwining with hers, my penis thrusting harder. My mother let out a soft "hmm," as if satisfied with my actions. I gripped my mother's shoulders with both hands, my lips pressed tightly against hers, and thrust forcefully. My mother involuntarily moaned, her moans filled with satisfaction and pleasure.
I thrust hundreds of times, until finally my back ached, and I quickly thrust forward, my entire penis plunging deep into my mother's vagina, pressing against her uterine wall, and I ejaculated. The close-range, powerful ejaculation instantly jolted my mother awake from her half-awake, passionate state.
When she opened her eyes, she saw me face to face, lips on hers, hands gripping her shoulders, her body completely naked. What terrified her even more was that she too was naked, with a still-throbbing, hard foreign object inside her sacred and inviolable body.
My mother knew I had a great interest in her uterus; I had tried to violate her vagina several times, but she had always refused. She had always thought that by using her ass and other parts of her body to satisfy me, she could reduce my interest in her vagina. Otherwise, given her conservative views, how could she have been so cooperative when I penetrated her ass? She also tried her best to cooperate when I used other parts of her body to release my pent-up desires. But now, I had broken through her last line of defense.
My mother opened her mouth, wanting to howl, but my mouth was blocked, and she could only let out soft sobs. Her hands flailed, trying to push me off, but I held her shoulders firmly and she couldn't. Hey, I knew how to deal with her the first time I raped her ass. The first time didn't work, so the second time was even less likely.
My mother's tears flowed like a spring. I was wrong. It seems my mother still knew how to deal with me. I just couldn't bear to see my mother cry; it broke my heart. I released my mother's mouth and gently licked away the tears on her face.
"Mom, please don't do this. Do you know how much I love you?"
My mother's body twisted a few times. "Get off me!"
My usually gentle mother even used the word "roll." She never used such a harsh tone when scolding us. It seemed she was really angry this time. But that was to be expected—she had been raped by her own son while she was asleep. Of course, I wouldn't leave her body. Success or failure depended on this. My mother's twisting only brought me pleasure.
"Mom, you actually want this too, don't you? Dad is only home for a few days a month. Let me take his place. Anyway, my penis has already been to every part of your body except for this one. Why insist on this last one? It's uncomfortable for you, and it's uncomfortable for me too."
"You beast! I'm your own mother! You even raped me!"
My mother cursed through tears.
"Mom, actually we've been incestuous for a long time. When I penetrate your anus, it's called anal sex, anal intercourse. When you use your mouth on me, it's called oral sex, and when you use your breasts, it's called breast sex."
My mother was speechless after hearing what I said. Several of these terms were completely unfamiliar to her, a traditional woman, and she never even dared to imagine them.
"Mom, actually, the reason you let me do it before was because there wouldn't be any side effects. Ejaculating in those places wouldn't result in pregnancy, but now taking birth control pills doesn't change that."
My mother remained silent, looking at me coldly. I was a little angry. Fine, let your body tell you. I started moving again. After only a few movements, my mother involuntarily twisted her body, clearly aroused. Her cold face began to flush, and her small mouth slightly opened. I leaned in and kissed her passionately, my hands stroking her back.
"Ugh..."
A suppressed groan escaped my mother's throat. I increased the force of my thrusts, but my mother suddenly retaliated, pushing me away with all her might. I lay on the bed, disheartened. What a failure. It seems I can never touch a hair on my mother's body again.
My mother took a few deep breaths. "Don't do this, I... I need to take my birth control pills."
Hearing this, I immediately rolled over. Great, my mother finally understood. After all, my penis had left marks all over her body, and her buttocks had become my urinal, yet she still insisted on maintaining this last line of defense.
I hugged my mother. "Mom, you're so good. From now on, you're my real wife. I'll take care of you while Dad's not here."
I lifted my mother onto my lap, letting her feel the warmth of my penis. "Let me go first, I'll go get the pills. Your father had a few left over from last time he came back."
"Mom, let's go together. Where are the pills?"
I turned my mother around to face me, inserted my penis into her vagina, placed her hands on my shoulders, and draped her legs around my waist. As I walked towards her room, I kept tossing her up, letting her freefall with my penis as the landing point.
My mother gave me a spot, and I did it as I walked. Her legs were tightly wrapped around my waist, and her arms were wrapped around my neck. This position was too stimulating for her; she couldn't handle it, having always maintained a proper posture. But that's alright, I'll train her slowly.
I supported my mother's plump, white buttocks, gently rubbing her anus with one finger. Every few steps, I'd let her catch her breath, then toss her around a couple of times. By the time I got the medicine, her juices had soaked my leg. I simply started fucking her hard right there on her bed, and she relentlessly accepted it.
That night, all three of my mother's holes were filled with my semen, so I had to take the day off the next day.
I couldn't get up; my back was so sore. My mother also took the day off from work because she needed to wash the sheets.

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