My mother tempted me on the bus

Last year, I scored very high on the college entrance exam and was admitted to a key national university in Nanchang. This was exactly what my family wanted, since my aunt's family works in Nanchang. My mother said, "That's great! Now you have someone to take care of you in Nanchang, and it'll be much easier for me to visit my sister." My father said, "Wasn't that exactly what we considered when we filled out the college application?" My mother said, "Now it's really come true. Back then it was just a choice, how could we not be happy?" Actually, I later realized my mother's true intention: because I was going to university in Nanchang, she would have more opportunities to meet and have sex with me, while my father, of course, remained oblivious.
I am twenty-one years old this year, my mother is forty-three, and my father is forty-four. During the later part of high school, I had many sexual desires for my mother, but I thought that she was, after all, my biological mother, so I could only bury these secret feelings deep in my heart.
That day, when I went to school to register, my parents took me there together. Afterwards, we went to my aunt's house for a while. Before leaving, my mother said, "If anything happens, write home often. If you miss me, I'll come to the school." Then they left Nanchang. At the end of last year, my parents called me and said that my aunt's eldest son was getting married, and my mother was going to my aunt's house in Nanchang to attend the wedding ceremony. They asked me not to come home yet, but to come with my mother to my aunt's house and then come back with my mother for the winter vacation. I never imagined that what I had longed for about my mother would happen so naturally.
I never thought that my mother would be such a resourceful person. She is a mother who loves her son very much, and also a woman with a flirtatious spirit. I really love her to death.
On January 23, 2001, I saw my mother at my aunt's house after more than four months of not seeing her. We were very happy. My mother said, "We'll go home together in a few days." My aunt jokingly said, "You're such a child, you still need your mother to pick you up?"
My mother replied, "In my eyes, he'll always be a child. I'm a little worried about him, so picking him up this time was just a convenience. I won't do this again."
There's no train from Nanchang to our home, only a bus, a fourteen-hour journey each way. On the afternoon of January 26th, we boarded the 5 PM bus to go home. This marked the beginning of our unforgettable sex life. It was already winter. After boarding the bus, we started watching videos. We were in a luxury minibus. Because my mother and I were sitting in the last row, around 9 PM, I started to doze off on the bus due to the bumpy ride. My mother was also sleepy, and shortly after finishing the video, she leaned against me and fell asleep.
There were four people in the back row. My mother sat on the far right, by the right window, and I sat to her left. The two passengers to my left were a woman in her thirties and what was probably her son, about six or seven years old. The child was right next to my left, initially making a fuss with his mother, but later fell asleep.
Although the air conditioning was on in the car, it was a winter night. When I woke up, I found that the army coat my father had brought for me to school had been draped over both my mother and me. I don't know when my mother covered us with the coat, but I think it must have been her.
I drifted off to sleep, not remembering the time, when I suddenly felt a hand moving around in my crotch. I was sure it was my mother's hand. Sometimes her hand remained still, and sometimes it squeezed my penis through my clothes with some force. I didn't make a sound, assuming it was just something she was doing in her sleep.
Actually, I had long harbored sexual fantasies about my mother, but at that moment I didn't understand her meaning. Firstly, I had never had any sexual interaction or experience with her, and secondly, we were on a crowded bus, and I didn't dare to do anything to her.
So, I didn't think much of her actions, assuming it was just an unintentional touch. After a while, Mom's hands were now groping forcefully, consciously and clearly caressing and pinching my penis. I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement, and could only pretend to be asleep. But how could I possibly be asleep?
Seeing that I didn't react, and perhaps knowing I was faking it, Mom pressed her body closer to me. I felt her full body, especially her left thigh, was particularly thick and warm. Her left leg seemed to be deliberately pressing heavily on my right leg. I smelled a wonderfully feminine scent emanating from Mom, a very special scent that only she could give off.
At this point, I still pretended not to wake up. Then, Mom became restless. Her finger movements were obvious; sometimes she would squeeze my genitals forcefully, and sometimes she would gently caress my penis, like a caress, but both were quite forceful.
Then, she quietly unzipped my pants and went deeper inside, directly touching my penis with her hand and pressing it up and down forcefully.
At that moment, I didn't know what to say, because it all happened so suddenly. I only felt my penis was warm and incredibly large in my mother's small, fleshy hands. I had lost control of myself and couldn't predict what would happen next. I wanted my mother to caress me like that, so I slightly opened my legs to make it easier for her to touch me, but my eyes remained closed.
Then, I heard my mother's soft sigh, warm and full of maternal love and allure, and felt her warm face close to my side. I knew my mother was awake now, and she understood my cooperation and my hints. Actually, I also wanted to touch my mother's body, but I had never had any experience in this area, so I didn't dare to make a move.
My mother, who was over forty, held my lower body tightly with her hands, completely without restraint, as if implying that I shouldn't be afraid and let her touch me. At that moment, I didn't know what to do. I could only passively accept my mother's caresses. My mother is an accountant. She's fair-skinned, with a pretty face, and her hair is permed. She's very fashionable and has a dignified appearance. She's about 1.6 meters tall, with a full figure, but not at all bulky. She has a large bust, wide hips, and a slim waist. I especially love seeing her in a dress in the summer. When she walks, her ample hips sway, and her plump thighs look incredibly fair and sexy to me, her son. Of course, my mother doesn't know what I'm thinking.
When I was preparing for the college entrance exam, my mother told me many times, "As long as you get into university, I'll do whatever you want!"
This shows her love for me. But what I really think is: Mom! How wonderful it would be if you could make love to me! Even just once. But how can I say that? So, I can only embrace my mother's full body in my countless dreams. My mother timidly touched me for over half an hour. I couldn't bear it any longer and felt like I was about to ejaculate, so I shifted my body, yawned, and stopped pretending to be asleep. At this moment, Mom gently withdrew her hand and opened her eyes, saying to me, "You weren't asleep?"
I didn't react for a moment and said, "Yes, I just woke up! I was sleeping, I was sleeping!"
Seeing my hesitant words, Mom chuckled softly, her voice low and somewhat ambiguous, saying, "Sleep again! Now Mom will sleep well with you!"
As she spoke, her hand under her coat began to press on my lower body again, smiling, not allowing me to reply, "There's still plenty of time, sleep well!"
She squeezed my hand tightly, "Okay?"
I could hear the implication in her words. She still didn't let go, and whispered with a smile, "Mom and you still have ten hours before we get home! No rush."
Then, in a voice only I could hear, she whispered to me, "Was that okay? Humph!"
Mom's smile felt so beautiful! Since Mom had made it clear, I was actually very happy inside. But I didn't want to show my excitement, so I made small talk, saying, "Yes! Good! Good! It's still a long way off! It'll be more than ten hours before we get home! Mom, are you cold?"
My heart was racing, and I was rambling incoherently. My mother said softly and charmingly, "We have coats, don't we? We're not afraid of anything! Go back to sleep."
In the dimly lit carriage, my mother's smile was incredibly alluring. My mother's surname is Xu, and at that moment, she truly resembled a seductive middle-aged woman
. She was enticing her lustful son, and I, too, began to indulge in my long-desired incestuous dreams. I thought to myself, "My mother is truly my blessing!" Then, my mother pressed her hand heavily on my thigh twice: "Isn't that right? What's there to be afraid of with this coat covering you?"
By then, I understood everything. It turned out that before this, my mother had deliberately touched my genitals, cleverly concealing it all with this coat. Besides, it was late at night, everyone on the train was asleep, and next to me was an innocent child. Only my mother and I knew about our incestuous actions under the coat. Apart from making love, no one else could possibly discover what we, mother and son, were doing under that heavy military coat.
I stopped pretending and felt a surge of excitement. My mind raced: "Mom is so good!" A thought I'd never had before—the desire to have sex with my mother—overwhelmed me. But we were in the car; sex was impossible. I could only let my mother caress me. Her full, fleshy body felt so warm and solid. I wanted to reach inside her, but I hesitated. So we continued "sleeping."
My mother seemed to sense my thoughts. While touching my genitals, she began guiding my hand to hers. But I could only touch her through her clothes. At first, it was alright, but later, I felt unsatisfied and gestured to her with my eyes and fingers that it wasn't easy to touch her. My mother understood. She leaned back in her seat, trying to make her genitals more prominent, making it easier for me to touch her. Then, she loosened her belt under her coat, leading my hand to the depths of my long-desired flower.
Twenty-one years ago, this was where I was born; now, it was the place where my mother and I wanted to fight and battle. Good heavens! At twenty-one, I had never touched a woman before. This was the first time I had ever touched a woman's genitals, and it was my own mother's. I felt her genitals were already soaking wet, a warm, glistening discharge.
As my hand moved down to touch the tender flesh of her genitals, I felt her legs clamp my fingers tightly. I could feel the hairy texture there, the firm, wet, and warm flesh. I didn't know what to do next. My mother probably sensed my intention. She gently parted her thighs and, under her coat, took my hand in hers, rapidly stroking it against her full vulva.
Seeing that I hesitated to use force, she whispered in my ear, "Use force, it's okay!"
No one else on the bus was awake; only my mother and I were engaged in a profound sexual exchange under our coats. Beneath my fingers was the plump flesh of my mother's vulva, and in her hand was my rock-hard penis. On the moving luxury bus, my mother and I were immersed in the boundless pleasure of mother-son sex. No one knew our secret except my dear mother and me. I felt that my mother was so considerate; she seemed to know all my thoughts. But in my heart, I thought, "How wonderful it would be if Mom could be so close to me, skin to skin?"
At that moment, while accepting my caresses, my mother, perhaps feeling somewhat unsatisfied, used her hand to press harder on my penis, also gesturing for me to touch her genitals more vigorously. She moaned softly, her eyes half-closed. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated. My mother seemed to realize I was about to ejaculate and wiped me repeatedly with her handkerchief. Later, during our lovemaking, my mother said that she had also experienced two uncontrollable orgasms on the bus, which explained the large amount of fluid she produced, and how her entire front of her underwear was soaked. At that time, I was careless and, knowing about her orgasms, didn't properly caress her. I was truly moved when I heard this. After ejaculating, my mother's hand, hidden under her coat, clasped mine tightly. I held hers, she held mine, and neither of us let go.
My mother's hand was soft and delicate. I knew that this exchange of hands between mother and son was a silent sign of our established sexual relationship, a silent expression of love. Holding my mother's slender hand, which had been tightly caressing my penis, I, as her son, felt like the happiest person in the world. The next morning, around seven o'clock, we got off the bus. At that moment, my mother and I both knew that after that night on the bus, our relationship had transcended that of mother and son. We knew what our next step should be.
My mother carried my luggage ahead, eagerly heading home. I followed behind, looking at my mother's full, round buttocks. I thought to myself, my mother is only forty-three years old. Although her figure is more robust than that of a young woman, I thought, a mother is a mother. Isn't making love with one's own mother a unique experience? I knew that beneath my mother's dignified exterior, her passionate love for her son was simply hidden by her winter clothes. Recalling my mother's initiative in the car that night, and imagining our experiences over the hours, I thought her moist, warm, tender flesh must be eagerly awaiting my arrival. Her snow-white, plump body would surely belong to me. Mom! Dear Mom, let's go to bed as soon as we get home, okay?
I secretly thought this winter vacation would be incredibly exciting. Sure enough, as soon as we got home, Mom started making love with me passionately. Dad wasn't home that morning, and in our long-awaited embrace, in our first time making love, we made love three times in a row. In my eyes, Mom's panting body and her kisses, sweeter than honey, were more precious than anything else. During the nearly one-hour intercourse [three times in total, the first time too short, the next two longer], Mom seemed to only say one thing in her pleasure: "Son, be gentle, be gentle, you're killing me!"

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