Mother's promiscuous life

Looking back on my three years of high school, there were many hardships, but also many joys, all of which came from my mother because she loves me so much.
My mother gave birth to me when she was 25, and now she's almost 50. Time has left its mark, but she's better preserved than most women in their 40s. She's slightly overweight, her breasts are a little saggy, and her lower abdomen protrudes a bit, but her skin is great, and she has few wrinkles. At least in my eyes, she's the most beautiful mother in the world.
Our family has a very good relationship; my parents are very harmonious, but I always feel that my mother is especially good to me, probably because I'm her own flesh and blood, so naturally, I feel closer to her.
Since I started high school, the workload has been heavy, and the pressure has been immense. I often go to bed very late, and my mother always makes me drink a glass of warm milk before bed, saying it helps me sleep.
But I have a better method: masturbating before bed. Every time I ejaculate, I feel very tired, so I can fall asleep quickly and sleep very soundly. As for the objects of my imagination during masturbation, they are mostly celebrities, like Kelly Chen, Twins, or others. But one night, I dreamt of making love with my mother and even had a nocturnal emission. From then on, my mother became my masturbation rival; none of those so-called celebrities could compare to my dearest mother. Lost
in fantasies about my mother, my first year of high school passed quickly. In my second year, I was placed in the humanities class. The girls in my class were always chattering, which gave me a deeper appreciation for my mother's mature beauty. My masturbation became even more frequent. Because my mind was constantly preoccupied with my mother's body, my grades plummeted. The teacher invited my father to the school, hoping the parents would cooperate to find the reason for my declining grades, since I had a good chance of getting into a top university. After my father came back, he discussed it with my mother and didn't say anything to me, only telling me to focus on my studies. I think they had no idea what I was doing, but I deeply felt their concern and love. Especially my mother; I saw nothing but love in her eyes.
From then on, I tried hard to study, but I couldn't break the habit of masturbating at night because I loved my mother too much.
One evening during the second semester of my junior year of high school, my dad was away on a business trip, and I was studying alone in my room. My mom was probably watching TV. After finishing my homework, I couldn't resist taking out my mom's picture and masturbating. The picture was one I'd taken of her at home not long ago. My mom was smiling in the photo, and I was looking at her, hoping to see through her clothes, my hand moving rapidly inside my pants. Just then, my mom pushed the door open and came in. My desk was facing away from the door, so I didn't notice. I continued. But when I heard that familiar voice say in surprise, "What are you doing?", I had already ejaculated, panting. I turned around and saw my mom's surprised and slightly angry expression. I was terrified and didn't know what to say. My mom, of course, knew what I was doing, but when she saw her picture on the table, her face turned bright red, all the way to her ears. Seeing me standing there dumbfounded, she said, "Go and tidy yourself up." I practically ran to the bathroom, pulled out my penis, and wiped it clean, but I hadn't brought my underwear with me, so I had to wipe the thick semen off my underwear as well.
When I got back to my room, Mom was sitting on my bed. Seeing me come in, she beckoned me to sit next to her and then gently asked, "Do you often do this?" I said, "Yes, Mom, please don't be angry with me, okay?" Mom smiled and said, "How could I be? Mom knows you're growing up, but this kind of thing shouldn't be too frequent; it'll hurt your health." Seeing that Mom wasn't angry, my heart immediately relaxed. Mom asked again, "Why did you take Mom's picture?" I answered shyly, "I love Mom so much, so I think about you all the time." "Silly child, what are you thinking? I'm your mother. Besides, doing this all the time will affect your studies. Don't do it again, understand?" "Okay, I understand." Then, Mom said those words that I still remember vividly: "My dear child, you must study hard. Mom is counting on you. As long as you study hard, whatever difficulties you encounter, Mom will help you solve them." I looked into Mom's eyes and immediately understood what she meant. I said, "Mom, don't worry, I will listen to you. Just wait for my good news." From then on, I really focused on my studies and stopped masturbating. I just took out Mom's photo every night to admire it. Hard work pays off. At the end of the semester, I ranked third in the whole grade. Even my teacher was surprised by my progress. The whole family was even happier. Dad specially allowed me to drink, but he got drunk before I did. (
To be continued)
Mom and I helped Dad to the bedroom to lie down. He kept saying, "Good son, well done!" Mom and I went back to the dinner table. I asked, "Mom, is Dad alright?" "He always thinks he's still young, but he can't even outdrink his son." Actually, I was a little tipsy at the time, and without thinking, I asked, "Mom, I did well on the test this time, what's your reward?" Mom understood what I meant. She gave me a sidelong glance and said, "Go to your room." I suppressed my wildly pounding heart and went back to my room. Mom followed me in and locked the door. She came to my side, told me to lie down, and then gently pulled down my pants. My penis was already "officially erect," and now freed from the constraints of pants, it stood tall and straight. Mom looked at it for a while and said, "My son has really grown up. Close your eyes." I immediately obediently closed my eyes, feeling Mom's hand touching my penis. It was so soft and comfortable. Then Mom began to slowly masturbate me. Her technique wasn't very skilled, but it felt much better than when I did it myself. I started to moan and secretly opened my eyes to look at Mom. Her face was flushed, and she was looking at me lovingly. The thought that it was my mother masturbating me made me incredibly excited. I ejaculated shortly after, and because I wasn't prepared, I ejaculated everywhere. I looked at my mother a little embarrassed, and she scolded me, "You're still just a child." Then she found a towel and wiped the semen off my body and the mat. She helped me put on my pants and asked, "Was it comfortable?" "It felt so good, Mom! Will you still help me in the future?" "As long as you study hard and make Mom proud, how could Mom not want her good son to feel good?" She quickly kissed me on the cheek and left. I lay there, feeling completely relaxed, too comfortable to move, and fell asleep.
The next morning, Dad said while eating breakfast, "You did well on your exams this time. Since it's summer vacation anyway, let your mom take a few days off to take you on a trip. Next semester you'll be a senior in high school, and you won't have time to rest." I glanced at Mom happily. She was looking at me too, and she blushed and immediately turned away. I think she and I must have both been thinking about what happened last night, and we'd been out together for several days!
We went to Qingdao, not with a tour group, but to make our own arrangements, which gave us more freedom. After getting off the plane, we checked into the Secret Garden Hotel, near the sea, in a beautiful setting. Since it was just the two of us, we only got one standard room. We could see the sea from the window. It was my first time at the beach, and I was so excited that I didn't notice my mother's somewhat downcast expression. But at dinner, I noticed, and I asked, "Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" "No, maybe I'm just tired from the flight." Although my mother said that, I knew it wasn't because of that. I realized my selfish behavior; how could I only think of my own happiness and forget about my mother?
I decided to correct my mistake through my actions. I chatted with my mother, cracking jokes, and kept putting her favorite dishes on her plate. Gradually, her mood improved, and I was naturally very happy too.
After dinner, back in the room, my mother said she wanted to take a shower and told me to watch TV first. After she finished showering, she came out and saw that the two single beds that were originally separate in the room had been moved together, making it look like a double bed. She asked me in surprise why, and I said, "I haven't slept with Mom for many years, so I want to sleep with her tonight." Mom laughed and said, "You're still so young! You're so big and you still want to sleep with Mom? Aren't you ashamed?" "Not ashamed at all! I'll always be Mom's little child, and little children should sleep with their mothers." "Okay then, but don't move around or have any bad thoughts, okay?" "Yes, I promise!"
After saying that, I also ran to shower and, wearing only my underwear, crawled into bed. Although it was July, Qingdao wasn't hot at all, and the hotel had air conditioning on, so I needed a thin blanket.
As soon as I lay down, I smelled my mother's fragrance. It wasn't the scent of soap, but a unique aroma I couldn't quite describe. I couldn't help but lean closer to her. She was wearing a one-piece nightgown, made of what felt like silk, which felt very comfortable against her skin. But I wanted to be even closer to her skin; that would feel even better. I whispered, "Mom, can I hug you?" My mother was lying with her back to me. After a few seconds, she said, "Okay." I tentatively placed my left hand on her waist. It was so soft there. Although it didn't have the curves of a young girl's, the fullness of it felt wonderful. After a while, seeing that she didn't object, I moved my hand towards her lower abdomen. There was even more flesh there, and I could feel a warm sensation even through the nightgown. As I was touching her, my mother pressed my hand down, saying, "Just leave it there. Don't move." I obediently stopped moving, but pressed my body against hers, my chest against her back, my already erect penis against her buttocks. My mother's buttocks were so full; I shifted my body so my penis pressed against her buttocks cleft, because that felt best to me.
I felt my mother's body trembling, and I asked, "Mom, are you cold?" "A little, just hold me tight and don't move, okay?" My right hand felt uncomfortable under her body, so I simply reached under her neck and hugged her. My mother seemed to groan slightly, but didn't say anything. I held my mother tightly, my penis pressed against her, enjoying it. My mother gradually stopped trembling, and her body slowly softened from its previous stiffness, letting me hold her tightly. Perhaps because she was too tired from the flight, we fell asleep like that, holding each other.
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(III)
The next morning, I woke up early because I needed to pee. Opening my eyes, in the dim light, I saw my mother curled up in my arms, her face pressed against my bare chest, her right arm around my waist. This excited me greatly. Looking at my mother sleeping soundly, she possessed both a mature charm and a touch of girlish beauty, which deeply moved me and made my penis swell like iron.
Afraid of waking her, but driven by such urges, I gently moved my body and brought my lips closer to hers. When I was only about two centimeters away, my mother suddenly opened her eyes and tilted her head back. We stared at each other for several seconds. Then my mother laughed and said, "You little rascal, trying to ambush your mother?" I smiled sheepishly, but I wasn't giving up, pleading, "Mom, just let me kiss you, just once." Mom looked at me intently for a while, then closed her eyes. I knew this meant acquiescence, so I imitated the kissing techniques I'd seen on TV, slowly bringing my lips closer and gently kissing her full lips. I just kept kissing her lips like that, not knowing what a real kiss was like, just imitating, so besides the softness and slight fragrance, I didn't feel anything special. Just then, Mom's lips slightly opened, and I mischievously thrust my tongue deep inside, wanting to startle her. But once inside, I knew how good it was. Mom's mouth was wet and slippery, and when my tongue touched hers, a slight electric shock came from the tip. Naturally, I wouldn't let such enjoyment pass me by, and my tongue kept entwining with hers. Mom tried to pull away at first, but there was nowhere to hide; my tongue tightly entwined and sucked on hers.
After a long, long time, Mom pushed me away, panting heavily, and said, "Are you trying to suffocate me?" Having tasted the sweetness, I pleaded, "Mom, please, again! It's my first kiss, you have to let me enjoy it!" Mom murmured, "First time, first kiss, first time." I kissed her again. This time I improved; I sucked Mom's fragrant tongue into my mouth, slowly savoring it. Mom was also intoxicated by my gentle kiss.
We kissed for who knows how long, until my tongue felt a little numb, so I pulled away. Mom must have been exhausted, as she was breathing softly beside me. After a while, Mom sat up and said to me, "You little rascal, you've worn me out! Even your dad doesn't kiss me for this long." I laughed and said, "Dad can kiss me every day, but I only get this opportunity so often!" Mom smiled and got up to wash up. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw me still lying in bed and said, "Get up, my lazy son." "No, I want Mom to pull me up," I said coquettishly. Helplessly, Mom bent down to pull me up. Just then, I caught a glimpse of her breasts through the neckline of her pajamas. I froze. They were so big, so white, and it looked like she wasn't wearing a bra… Seeing my strange expression, Mom hesitated for a moment, then immediately realized what was wrong and turned to sit on the edge of the bed. I murmured to myself, “So beautiful, so lovely.”
I sat up, put my arm around Mom's shoulder, and said, “Mom, I want… I want to see.” “No, we're mother and son, this won't do.” “Then why did you help me that time, Mom?” “That was so you could focus on your studies. We've already gone wrong; we can't continue down that path.” “Mom's breasts are for breastfeeding me; I even suckled on them when I was little.” “Besides, look at me…” I turned Mom around, letting her see my erect penis.
Mom stared at my lower body, silent for a long time. I stared at her, pleading, “Mom, please, please.” I saw Mom biting her lip, nodding slightly, or perhaps shaking her head. I couldn't bear this situation any longer. I don't know where the courage came from, but I reached out and touched the shoulder strap of Mom's pajamas. Just as I pulled the right strap from her shoulder to her upper arm, Mom grabbed my hand and said, "Idiot, that won't do." Then she got up and went to the bathroom. I was extremely disappointed and collapsed onto the bed. But Mom came out quickly, her pajamas already off, held up to her chest. I was incredibly excited and moved. So that's what Mom meant—that wouldn't work. I was so stupid.
Mom came over and sat on the edge of the bed, not saying a word, just looking at me. I was incredibly nervous, my hand trembling as I reached out. When I touched the pajamas and also Mom's chest, I saw her eyes close. Her hand tightened only for a moment, and the pajamas were pulled down by me.
At that moment, I saw the most beautiful sight of my life: a pair of full breasts, round and firm, slightly sagging but still throbbing. The brown areolas accentuated the round, lustrous nipples. Though I'd never seen other women's breasts, I was certain these were the most beautiful in the world. My mother's hands seemed unsure what to do; she tried to cover her chest, but couldn't hide the beauty. Her shy expression was utterly captivating.
It took me a long time to finally shift my gaze from those mounds. My mother was wearing white underwear, seemingly cotton, a very ordinary style, almost like my boxer shorts. The rest of her body was completely naked, her snow-white skin dazzlingly white. Because we were so close, I could almost see the pores on her skin. I looked at every part of my mother's body—breasts, shoulders, abdomen, thighs—it was breathtaking. I felt she had the most beautiful body in the world; I couldn't find any other words to describe it.
My mother, seeing my stunned expression, said coquettishly (which sounded absolutely coquettish to me): "Haven't you seen enough yet?" "No, no, I can never get enough of such beauty." "You're such a tease." I looked up at my mother. She seemed unable to meet my gaze, her eyes darting away, looking elsewhere. She seemed to notice my increasingly erect penis and asked with concern, "Is it painfully swollen?" I cried out from the bottom of my heart, "Yes!" My mother said with pity, "Poor thing." I hurriedly asked, "Mom, can you do it like last time?" My mother looked at me, let out a long sigh, and said, "I knew you'd take advantage of me. Let me put on my clothes." I wasn't about to let her go. I grabbed her hand and pressed it onto my penis. She tried to struggle, but I held on, and she gave up after a while. She carefully helped me pull down my underwear, placing her hand on my burning hot penis. She seemed surprised by its heat, pulling her hand back slightly, but immediately grasping it again. The gentle stroking sent me soaring to the heavens. I couldn't resist pulling my mother closer, putting my arm around her shoulder, and kissing her on the lips. My mother had just said, "Don't touch me," when I sealed her beautiful red lips with my own.
Because I was lying down, and my mother's left hand was masturbating me, when we kissed, she was practically on top of me. I pulled her close, and finally, her breasts touched my chest. At that moment, I almost suffocated; a softness I had never felt before spread rapidly throughout my body. I simply pulled my mother down onto me, making full contact with her chest.
I was sucking on my mother's fragrant tongue, with her full breasts pressed against me, the sensation so clear I could feel her nipples pressing against me, and my lower body being stimulated by her small hand. This three-pronged stimulation made me feel almost ecstatic. Soon, I reached my climax. Perhaps having learned from my previous experience, my mother knew I was about to ejaculate. She struggled to break free from my mouth, grabbed a piece of cloth-like material, and placed it on my penis, while her hand continued to stimulate me. I felt a tingling sensation in my lower body, and then a lot of fluid gushed out.
When I came to my senses from the intense stimulation after ejaculation, I saw my mother looking at me with those loving eyes again, but it seemed different from before. There was a slight change in that love, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Looking again, I realized that the cloth-like thing was actually my mother's pajamas. They were covered in thick semen, emitting a strong smell, and there was also a lot on my mother's hands.
Seeing that I was awake, my mother smiled and said, "Now look what you've done, making my pajamas so dirty..." I said apologetically, "Mom, I'm sorry, let me wash them for you." "Who said you had to wash them?" Looking at the way my mother spoke, I felt that it was the same way she often spoke to my father, a kind of seductive air. Could it be...?
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(IV)
My mother went into the bathroom and put on some clothes, not the pajamas, but something else. When she came out and saw me still lying naked on the bed, she quickly avoided my gaze and said, "My little darling, aren't you going to put on some clothes?" Seeing her shyness, I didn't want to embarrass her further. I quickly got dressed and asked, "Mom, where are we going today?" Mom thought for a moment and said, "Let's go shopping in the morning and go swimming at the beach in the afternoon, okay?" Yay!
Part 2:
My mom and I went to the Qingdao People's Department Store. Since Mom didn't bring a swimsuit, she needed to buy one. I suggested a bikini, but Mom disagreed, saying she was too old for a bikini and it would be embarrassing. I said Mom has such a good figure; it would be a shame not to wear one. As I said this, Mom looked at me shyly, while I smiled smugly. When we got to the counter, the saleswoman saw the mother and son buying bikinis and said, "Ma'am, you're so lucky to have such a filial son." Mom was too shy to speak, but I secretly noted down her swimsuit size.
After buying the swimsuit, Mom seemed to lose interest in shopping. I was eager to see her in a bikini, so I dragged her to grab a quick bite and headed to the Second Beach, not far from our hotel. It wasn't crowded, and the seawater was relatively clean.
When I changed into my swimming trunks and went to the beach, under the bright sunshine, I saw a beautiful woman standing on the shore in a bikini. Her long hair was styled in a bun, which accentuated the length and graceful lines of her neck. Her full, curvaceous figure was even more alluring in the bikini. That was my mother.
Seeing me staring at her with a blank look, Mom knew I was up to something again, so she sat down to stop me from staring so openly. I sat down next to her and said, "Mom, you're so beautiful." Mom didn't speak, gazing thoughtfully at the rolling waves. I didn't know what she was thinking; maybe she was thinking about Dad, maybe… maybe she was thinking about the beautiful scenery of that morning, just like me.
I pulled my mother up and we walked towards the beach. She didn't say anything, just let me hold her hand as we headed towards the shore. We swam slowly. My mother had taught me to swim, but she seemed a little distracted. A wave crashed over her, and she choked on water, her strokes becoming erratic. I quickly caught her. At seventeen, I was tall and strong. I held her waist, trying to keep her head above water, saying, "It's okay, Mom, it's okay," as we swam back. When we reached the shore, I helped her sit down. She leaned on my shoulder, seemingly exhausted, coughing up the seawater she had swallowed. Looking at her face, red from the water, I felt a pang of heartache. I pulled her into my arms, letting her head rest against my chest, and patted her shoulder to comfort her. After a while, she recovered, suddenly realizing she was leaning against my chest. She quickly sat up, her face flushed, and looked at me. Now I knew her blushing wasn't because she'd choked on water, but because she'd leaned against her son's chest. I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. I said, "Mom, let's go back. The sun's strong today; we don't want you to get a tan." Mom smiled and agreed.
Because we changed our plans, we got back to the hotel around 2 PM, still early for dinner, and not enough time to go out again. So we rested in the room. After showering and changing, Mom and I sat in the room, unsure what to say. To break the awkward silence, Mom suggested watching TV. We turned it on, and the hotel's closed-circuit television was showing an American blockbuster. A couple was having sex; the shots weren't explicit, but they were beautifully filmed, though everyone knew it was sex. Mom was embarrassed to watch, but I had the remote. I watched intently, finding it beautiful.
The sex scene ended, and the protagonists started a gunfight and chase. I lost interest and turned to look at Mom. She'd just showered; her hair was wet and draped over her shoulders, and her rosy lips reminded me of our morning's intimacy. I jumped over and sat beside her, kissing her. Mom didn't flinch, letting me kiss her lips. But I kissed her too hard, so hard she lost her balance and fell onto the bed. This was unexpected, but I reacted quickly, pressing my upper body against hers. Even through her clothes, I could feel the movement of her breasts, different from the feeling I had that morning.
I began exploring her mouth, finally capturing her tongue after several attempts, and we began to intertwine and suckle. At first, Mom passively let me suckle, but slowly, she responded, her tongue deftly touching mine. This skillful kiss was far better than my recklessness, and for a moment we were both lost in the moment.
After what seemed like an eternity, I felt Mom's body getting warm, and I realized there were still many places on her body waiting for me to explore. So I started kissing her face, then her neck, and her breathing gradually became heavier.
Because I had soiled her onesie, Mom wore another one. When I eagerly lifted her blouse, I noticed she was wearing a black bra. The contrast between her fair skin and the black bra was indeed strikingly alluring. I reached out to lift the bra, but it was firmly in place; there were no clasps, leaving me at a loss. Mom knew I was helpless, so she pushed me away, took off her blouse, and reached behind her back. The bra suddenly drooped down, and I realized the clasps were in the back. I quickly took the bra off Mom and then pressed her back onto the bed.
I held her heaving breasts like precious treasures, gently squeezing them. Seeing no adverse reaction from Mom, I started playing with them. One hand couldn't hold her full breasts, so I simply used both hands to knead one breast at a time. Watching her breasts change shape in my hands was incredibly stimulating. I looked at her reddish-brown nipples and couldn't resist kissing them. But when I took my mother's nipple into my mouth, she trembled. I began to suckle passionately, as if I were nursing. My mother stroked my head, and it felt like we were back seventeen years ago. The difference was that my mother's breasts were dry, and the son suckling was now an adult, with a hard penis.
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(V)
As I rubbed and suckled, Mom's chest heaved more violently, and she made soft moaning sounds. When I released her breasts and moved my lips downwards, Mom held my head still with her hands and said in a tired voice, "Good son, no, we can't go any further. We'll make a mistake." At that time, I didn't know what sex was like; I only saw on TV couples naked, the man on top of the woman, their buttocks moving constantly. I just felt my penis getting hard and wanted to hold Mom's soft body tightly. I knew I wanted to have sex with Mom, but I didn't know how. So when Mom said that, I froze. Then Mom said again, "Do you want to do what they do on TV?" I nodded vigorously. Then Mom sat up, took her nightgown and covered her chest, and slowly said, "Child, we are mother and son, we can't do that." "But, but Mom, you helped me masturbate and let me kiss your breasts, isn't that sex?" When Mom heard me say "masturbate," she blushed with embarrassment, but continued, "Yes, Mom shouldn't have done that. Last time I promised to reward you, and I was afraid you'd hurt yourself by holding it in… But today I don't know what came over me… Anyway, we've already made a mistake, and we can't continue down that path, otherwise it'll be… incest." I knew what incest meant, but hearing it from Mom was still very exciting, and I'd never thought there was anything wrong with incest. So without thinking, I said, "Mom, I love you so much, I like you so much, I want to be with you." Mom said somewhat angrily, "No, if you keep doing this, Mom won't talk to you anymore."
I felt like I'd been struck by lightning; all my passion vanished instantly, and I slumped onto the bed, silent. Mom finished dressing, and seeing my disappointment, she felt a pang of pity. She pulled my head to her chest and said, "My dear child, Mom loves you too. It's Mom's fault for making you so excited, and… Sigh, we really can't do something that would betray your father." Hearing my mother say this, I was overcome with grief and burst into tears, sobbing, "Mom, do you know how much I love you? I really need you!" My mother was flustered by my crying and could only stroke my head, unable to say anything. After
crying for a while, I felt ashamed of myself, so I looked up and saw that my mother's eyes were also full of tears. I wiped away her tears and asked, "Mom, do you love me?" "Yes, of course I love you. What mother doesn't love her son?" "Then do you love me more or Dad more?" My mother thought for a moment and said, "Of course I love you more. You are my flesh and blood." "Then you love me, and I love you too. Why can't we be together?" "Good child, my love for you is different from my love for your father. You'll understand when you grow up."
After saying this, my mother got up and sat on the sofa. I knew there was no point in saying anything more, so I gave up. In the following days, although my mother and I explored all of Qingdao, a lingering unease remained between us, and we weren't truly happy. About a week later, we returned home. The summer vacation after my second year of high school passed quickly, and my relationship with my mother seemed to have returned to normal, but I knew I could never forget that first day in Qingdao. I wondered if my mother felt the same way.
School started, and the workload was overwhelming. I studied mechanically, doing homework and reviewing every day. At home, I became increasingly quiet and withdrawn. My father thought I had matured, but my mother could tell I was somewhat distracted.
Soon, National Day arrived, and the school, being lenient, gave us senior students a day off. I remember it was October 1st. My father had a work event, so it was just my mother and me at home. I locked myself in my room. I never used to lock my door, but things had changed since returning from Qingdao.
After lunch, I went back to my room, unable to concentrate on studying, just lying on my bed randomly flipping through books. Then, my mother knocked on the door and said, "It's Mom, open the door." I opened the door and went back to bed. My mother came over and said, "Child, is there anything you want to tell me?" I said defiantly, "I already said it in Qingdao." "Don't you think that's cruel to me? Do you think it makes me feel better? How do you think I feel seeing you like this?" These three questions stunned me and made my mother cry. Seeing my mother's tears, I panicked. I quickly pulled her to sit down on the bed, wiped her tears, and said, "Mom, I know it's my fault, but I really can't concentrate on my studies right now. My mind is so chaotic." My mother looked at me with her red, tear-filled eyes, looking deeply into my eyes, and said, "It's all my fault. I set a bad precedent for you." I quickly said, "No, it's my fault. I'm the one who's always overthinking, and you have to worry about me." Hearing this, Mom hugged me tightly, moved. I hugged her back just as tightly. The misunderstanding between mother and son vanished. As I savored the scent of her hair, Mom said softly, "If you still want, Mom can let you… but I have two conditions." I was surprised, but I pretended to be calm and said, "Go ahead, Mom." "First, you must study hard; that's your biggest task right now. Second, we can't really make love. Mom can let you kiss me and help you with my hands, but we can't have anything else, okay?" I looked at Mom's eyes, which seemed to be glistening with tears again, and said, "No, Mom, I don't want to put you in a difficult position." "Silly child, how could Mom put you in a difficult position? Don't worry, Mom has made up her mind. Just don't let your father know." What could I say at that moment? I closed my eyes and wanted to kiss Mom.
Perhaps because of what she had just said, or perhaps because it had been more than two months since I had kissed Mom, this time it was especially blissful. Mom was even more cooperative than when we were in Qingdao. Of course, my lower body became incredibly hard again. Mom noticed, pushed me away, unbuttoned her shirt, and helped me take off my pants. Just like last time, I rubbed Mom's breasts until she helped me masturbate until I ejaculated. This time I ejaculated a lot, and it felt very good. Mom carefully cleaned me up before getting dressed.
From then on, to avoid disappointing Mom, I focused on my studies again, and Mom would help me masturbate about once a week, sometimes twice, depending on whether there was an opportunity, because we had to hide from Dad. Sometimes, if there wasn't enough time, Mom wouldn't take off her clothes, but would let me touch her through her clothes or through them. As the weather got colder, we mostly did it through our clothes. We developed a tacit understanding. When I really wanted it, I would whisper to her while serving her food before dinner: "Mom, I miss you." And when Dad said he had to go out that night, we would quickly exchange glances, and after Dad left, Mom would come to my room. All the intimate acts took place in my room. I had asked to do them in the living room or my mother's room, but I was never allowed.
(VI)
New Year's Day passed in the blink of an eye. In another formal mock exam, I did well again. In addition, it was my mother's 43rd birthday at the end of January. The whole family was very happy. Unfortunately, my father had to go to Shanghai on a business trip and wouldn't be back until before the Spring Festival. He wouldn't be home for my mother's birthday either. Before leaving, my father told me to give my mother a good birthday celebration. I thought to myself: I will shoot a lot of cum in my mother's hands.
I wonder if that counts as a birthday present. Even so, I still prepared a gift for my mother. It was a cashmere scarf, which was quite expensive. I bought it with my saved pocket money. On my mother's birthday night, we cooked several dishes and opened a bottle of red wine. When I took out the gift, my mother was overjoyed. I wrapped the red scarf around her neck. With the effect of the wine and the scarf, my mother looked absolutely beautiful.
Soon, the bottle of red wine was finished. Mom was a little weak, so I helped her to the sofa and cleaned up the leftovers. When I came back, Mom was slumped on the sofa, I wasn't sure if she was asleep. I had to carry her to her bed. Looking at Mom's slumbering, dreamlike appearance, I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust and started to undress her. Mom was limp, and it took me a lot of effort to take off her top. I played with her breasts for a while, but my attention quickly shifted to Mom's lower body. Although I had been intimate with Mom many times, I had only ever seen her wearing underwear. I couldn't let this opportunity slip by.
I carefully removed my mother's outer pants and long johns, leaving her only in her underwear. My mother's full thighs were laid out before me, and I stroked them up and down before finally deciding to pull down her underwear. As the last piece of my mother's body was removed, the body of a middle-aged woman was finally fully revealed before me. Her upper body was the full breasts I knew all too well and could never get enough of looking at; her lower body, that mysterious area, had sparse pubic hair, neatly arranged in an inverted triangle, quite different from mine. I spread my mother's thighs, and between her legs, I saw a brown slit—I knew that was a woman's vulva, the place from which I came into this world.
I studied my mother's genitals, comparing them to the descriptions in books I remembered, finding the labia majora and minora, the clitoris. I even deeply inhaled the scent of my mother's vulva. So fragrant!
During this process, my mother only hummed a few times; I knew she was intoxicated. A wicked thought surged into my mind. My mother forbade me from having sex with her, so why not take this opportunity… No
sooner said than done, I quickly stripped off my clothes, pulled back the covers, and covered both my mother and me under them. I rushed to press my body against hers. This made me realize what love truly meant. I lay on top of my mother, kissing and caressing her for a while, until my penis was so throbbing it couldn't take it anymore, and then I began my assault. This was when I realized it wasn't easy. My mother was drowsy and didn't move, and I couldn't find the right spot. I struggled several times without success, sweating profusely.
Then my mother moved her hand, seemingly guiding my penis, and I instantly found the right place. With a thrust, my penis entered a wonderfully pleasurable place. It was wet and tightly enveloped me, not as tight as during masturbation, but the feeling was even more intoxicating. I began to move involuntarily, my movements going from clumsy to skillful, because I had found the most comfortable way to move.
I glanced at my mother and saw her biting her lip, her brow furrowed, as if she were enduring something. I realized then that she was awake, and that her earlier action had been intentional, helping me. Excitedly, I kissed her. But when I touched her lips, her furrowed brow relaxed, and her tongue began to passionately intertwine with mine, more passionate than ever before, and a moan escaped her throat. So that's what she had been holding back.
With each powerful thrust, her breathing and moans grew stronger, and I felt the urge to ejaculate several times. Thankfully, after so many masturbations, I had learned to control my ejaculation, and I managed to suppress the urge each time.
After countless thrusts, my mother's vagina was soaking wet.
Suddenly, she hugged me tightly, her vagina contracting sharply several times. As if all her strength had been exhausted, she went limp again. I didn't know what was happening, and continued thrusting deeply. In the drizzling rain, I could no longer contain the urge to erupt, and a stream of semen shot deep into my mother's vagina like a bullet.
Exhausted, I lay panting on top of her, and she lay limply as well. After a long while, I noticed my mother had opened her eyes and was looking at me. There was something complex in her eyes that made me panic. I whispered, "Mom, are you angry?" "Angry about what?" "Angry that I took advantage of you while you were drunk and..." My mother smiled and said, "I know you little rascal won't give up until you get your mother, but if I were really drunk, could you have gotten in?"
I knew my mother was referring to the time she helped me penetrate her, and I said shyly, "That was my first time." My mother looked at the ceiling and said, "You gave your first time to your mother." I was so happy that I gave it to my mother. "Your mother is happy too." At this
moment, both my mother and I felt that our lower bodies, where we had been touching, were very wet and cold. When we separated, we saw that our lower bodies were almost completely soaked. There was a large wet patch on the sheets, and our bodily fluids mixed together, making our pubic hair stick together in clumps. My previously erect penis was now limp and hanging between my legs.
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I saw my mother looking at my penis, as if she was mocking me, so I quickly changed the subject and said, "Let's go take a shower." My mother didn't say much and just told me to go first.
(VII)
I went to the bathroom and started showering. After a while, my mother came in. She was also naked and stood under the showerhead, showering with me. As my mother washed her hair, I saw the white foam sliding down her head, from her breasts to her genitals. This strange stimulation made me hard again. I slowly moved closer to my mother. She noticed me, rinsed the foam off her hair, and opened her eyes to look at me. I was once again intoxicated by her loving gaze.
I asked cautiously, "Mom, didn't you used to forbid me from...?" Mom smiled and said, "This was unexpected, too. I was a little groggy just now. You carried me to bed, and when I came to, you were thrusting around wildly. You made me feel ticklish, and I couldn't bear to disappoint you, so..." I excitedly hugged Mom and started kissing her passionately. Soon, we were both incredibly excited. After drying ourselves off, we somehow ended up back in bed. This time, while not as smooth, it was much better than before. I thrust for a full half hour, during which Mom trembled twice. And finally, I ejaculated deep into her womb. The continuous battle left both Mom and me exhausted. That night, I slept soundly in Mom's arms.
The next morning, when I woke up, Mom was already up, sitting at her dressing table combing her hair. She was wearing the same nightgown I'd slept in with semen in Qingdao. I got excited again, jumped up, and grabbed Mom, trying to kiss her, but she stopped me, saying, "Honey, don't do this. Even though we... last night, we can't continue like this without restraint. After all, I'm your mother, and I know you're young, and once you taste this, you're easily tempted to indulge. If your father finds out, it'll be all over. So, Mom has to make a few conditions with you." I knew Mom was right, so I let her continue. "We'll still do what we used to do. As long as you study hard, Mom will give you what you want, but we can't be too explicit, okay?" Hearing that I could still have sex with Mom, I obediently said, "Mom, whatever you say."
Mom smiled and said, "Sweetie, go wash your face and brush your teeth." But I was still hard, so I held onto Mom, saying, "Mom, I want it. Dad's not here anyway." My mother flicked my forehead and said, "I knew you'd do this." Before she finished speaking, I had already picked her up and placed her on the bed.
My hands roamed over my mother's body, arousing her desire. Her two round, large breasts began to swell and harden under my touch, and her legs began to loosen. I helped my mother take off her nightgown, and while she was still hot, I spread her thighs apart and intentionally probed her vagina with my hand, gently thrusting in and
out. Gradually, my mother became very wet, and she grasped my thick penis and tried to insert it into her vagina. I pressed my mother down, and my penis began to move rapidly, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, left and right. The extreme pleasure made my mother extremely happy, and she began to moan loudly. My mother had thrown the order of morality to the wind; she eagerly enjoyed this rare pleasure, her body responding to each of my thrusts.
I kissed my mother, savoring her fragrance, and in the midst of the intense movements, I ejaculated once again. My mother, immersed in unparalleled joy, nestled limply against my chest.
For the next few days, I slept in her bed. She cooked delicious meals every day and came home early from work to be with me. I can't remember how many times we made love, but my technique improved significantly, and I finally understood that her unusual trembling was a sign of orgasm. I discovered that she orgasmed every time, sometimes even twice, and our bond reached a new level.
A few days later, my father returned, and my mother and I's "honeymoon" was over. I became a good boy again, focusing on my studies every day, but every night when my mother brought me milk, she would kiss me for a while and let me touch her body. Although it was just a brief, fleeting moment, it motivated me to study.
Since having sex with my mother, I've started paying attention to my parents' sex life. They do it about once a week, usually on weekends. My mother doesn't moan much during sex; at least, I can't hear a sound from outside the door. I only know that shortly after they go to bed, my mother goes to the bathroom to wash for a while, so they must have already done it. This makes me quite strange. My mother moans when she's with me, sometimes quite loudly. Does this mean her sex life with my father isn't very good?
During the Lunar New Year, many relatives and guests visit, and my mother and I don't have a chance to be intimate, which makes me feel very frustrated. Finally, on the night of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, after I went to bed, I heard my mother go to the bathroom. Knowing that she must have just finished with my father, I quietly got up and went into the bathroom.
My mother was wearing pajamas, lifting the hem to wipe herself with a towel. When she saw me come in, she smiled shyly and continued washing. I went over, took the towel, and helped her wipe herself. My mother didn't say anything, but I gradually realized that my goal wasn't to wipe her, but to make her wetter. Her legs started to tremble slightly, and I finally couldn't resist hugging my mother.
My mother said, "Hurry up." I immediately carried her to the sink, pulled down my pants, and thrust into her. Because she was already wet, it went in easily. I thrust hard, and my mother held me, desperately trying not to make a sound. But because I thrust so fast and deep, she couldn't help but moan. Soon, she reached orgasm, and I, too, ejaculated due to the new position and forbidden pleasure. My mother and I quickly tidied up and went back to our rooms. My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down the next morning when nothing seemed amiss.
Later, when I asked my mother why she moaned when she was with me but not with my father, she shyly said, "You're so young, so thick and hard, it's because I feel good that I moan." Seeing her shy expression, I realized I had surpassed my father in sexual matters. For my mother's sexual happiness, I secretly vowed to study hard and, more importantly, to make love to her properly.
(VIII)
Soon, the second semester of my senior year began. Because I had a real physical relationship with my mother, my sexual desire was released, and I felt that I would be letting her down if I didn't study hard, so I studied very diligently. Of course, when I returned home, my mother would always reward me. We seized every opportunity to make love, although each time was very short and a bit rushed. We would almost start doing it as soon as we took off our clothes and immediately put them back on afterward, but I still felt very comfortable, especially my mother, who became more and more uninhibited. She would moan loudly whenever we made love, and she would almost always reach orgasm.
Humans are not easily satisfied, and desire seems to be a bottomless pit. I gradually became dissatisfied with just making love with my mother and wanted to sleep with her, to be together all night. But I never had the chance. Things only changed when it came to the college entrance examination.
July was scorching hot. Because my home was far from the examination venue, my family decided to book a room in a hotel near the examination venue so that I could rest well during the exam period. We booked a standard room, and my father decided that my mother would stay with me at the hotel every night to take care of me. Of course, he didn't know about my relationship with my mother, nor did he know what my mother cared about most about me; her needs.
On July 6th, our family had dinner together. My father took my mother and me to a hotel, telling me to rest well, focus on my exams, and ask my mother to take care of me before he left.
I didn't feel much pressure about the college entrance exam because I knew I would get into a top university, and I had taken so many exams that I was numb to it. But I couldn't miss the opportunity to be alone with my mother. As soon as my mother left, I hugged her, and her face turned red again. Although we had done it so many times, Yuexu, we were still mother and son, and she always blushed when I hugged and kissed her. My mother whispered, "You have an exam tomorrow, you need to rest well today." I kissed her and said, "Being with Mom is the best rest."
I quickly took off my clothes, stripping my mother naked like a lamb. Since we had plenty of time, I decided to flirt with my mother. I placed my mother on the bed, and after a series of kisses and caresses, my mouth moved to her genitals. Knowing what I was about to do, she hurriedly said, "No, you can't kiss there." But I had already begun. I gently sucked on her labia, occasionally lightly biting her bright red clitoris.
With my sucking and licking, my mother gradually became aroused. Her thighs slowly clamped around my head, her skin gently undulating with my movements, and she murmured, "Mom can't take it anymore, good boy, Mom can't take it anymore."
Since it was my first time giving my mother oral sex, this unusual stimulation quickly brought her to orgasm. A torrent of fluid gushed from deep within her vagina, which I swallowed, leaving her genitals soaking wet. After
a long, breathless pause, my mother said softly, "You're killing me, come on, I'll let you have your fill tonight." She then wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me onto her. I couldn't resist any longer, and thrust my erect penis into her vagina. My mother obediently spread her legs, exposing her vulva, making it easier for me to penetrate her. I was already experienced with this, so I guided my penis, aligning the head of my penis with her vagina, and gently inserted it. Although my mother was already soaking wet, she still let out a soft moan as my large penis entered. The warm, comfortable sensation of my penis being tightly held in her narrow opening excited me so much that I thrust my entire penis into her warm, tight vagina.
I began to thrust gently and slowly, but this thrusting gradually became rougher and more unrestrained. As my thrusting speed increased, the soft moans my mother initially made gradually turned into joyful groans.
After about a thousand thrusts, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated. My mother, weakened by her second orgasm, let me press down on her. After a while, my mother pushed me away. I thought she was going to the bathroom to wash up, but instead, she rolled over and took my penis into her mouth. This was the first time my mother had let my penis into her mouth, and it was covered in my semen and her own bodily fluids. My mother gently licked me, and her tenderness made my penis, which had just ejaculated, feel extremely comfortable. Soon, I became erect again. My mother glanced up at me and continued her actions.
I could tell this was my mother's first time giving oral sex to a man, and she wasn't very skilled, at least not like what I'd seen in porn. She just held my penis in her mouth, carefully licking the glans, as if afraid of hurting me. But the stimulation was too much for me to bear, and I impulsively pushed my mother down again. Another passionate encounter ensued.
Because of tomorrow's exam, my mother only did it twice and wouldn't let me do it again, so I could only hold her and fall asleep.
The next morning, my mother woke me up, and we took a shower together. In the bathroom, my mother gave me oral sex for a while, which excited me so much that I had sex with her in the bathtub. After cleaning up, my father arrived. My mother and I resumed our mother-son relationship. After breakfast, I went to the exam hall.
The next two and a half days passed smoothly, and my sex life with my mother also went well. Having learned oral sex, we had another way to have fun. I even asked my mom to give me oral sex like in porn movies. My mom tried her best to satisfy me, making me feel incredibly comfortable every night. How could my exams not go well?
Unfortunately, the college entrance exam only lasted two and a half days. After the last exam, we went home. My dad told my classmates to relax, but I kept thinking about my mom's body and felt that everything else was meaningless. Having tasted the forbidden fruit, I naturally became addicted to it, especially since the person I shared it with was my beautiful and lovely mom.
(IX)
After the college entrance exam, it felt like everything in the world had been done. I had nothing to do all day. It was supposed to be relaxing, but it was even more uncomfortable than having something to do. My mind was no longer on studying, and all that was left was my mom. Since I started giving my mom oral sex, I became addicted to this method, and my mom seemed to like it too. In the next few times we made love, we would give each other oral sex for a while first, getting very excited before penetration. This made the orgasm even more intense, and we really enjoyed it.
Dad had originally suggested that Mom and I go out, but Mom was too busy at work and couldn't get away, so we had to cancel. Mom even apologized to me, promising to give me oral sex until I ejaculated. Actually, it wasn't necessary; how could I force Mom when she was in a difficult situation?
This summer was especially hot, and everyone in the family wore very little at home. Every time I saw Mom's body wrapped in thin clothes, I got incredibly excited, but there was no way I could have the chance—it was too rare. Although every time I had an affair with Mom, it was very enjoyable, but it wasn't something that happened often. One
evening
, Mom was working overtime at her office. Dad and I had finished dinner when it started pouring rain. Mom didn't have any rain gear, so Dad asked me to bring her some. When I finally arrived at Mom's office, I opened the door and saw her working at her desk. She was alone in the office. When she looked up and saw me, I was soaking wet. Although I had an umbrella, the rain was too heavy and the wind was strong, so my clothes were almost completely soaked.
Seeing me like this, Mom knew I'd come to bring rain gear. She rushed over, pulled me into the room, closed the door, and, ignoring my soaking wet clothes, hugged me tightly, saying, "Good boy, Mom knew you were good. Come on, take off your wet clothes, don't catch a cold." She then helped me take off my wet shirt. I was already an eighteen-year-old young man, and my well-defined muscles still stunned Mom, who had seen them countless times. I watched her stare at my chest muscles, her fingers wiping the raindrops off my body, as if she were wiping her lover. I couldn't help but pull Mom into my arms. Mom leaned softly against me, her familiar scent filling my nostrils. I immediately became hard. Mom sensed it and said, "Son, it's been a long time since you've done it with Mom, hasn't it? Come on, Mom will satisfy your craving today."
With that, she knelt down, pulled down my pants, and I felt my penis enter that wet, soft place again. As my mother sucked, I felt an intense, painful swelling down there, so I held her head and began to penetrate her, as if I were penetrating her vagina. Soon after, I ejaculated into her mouth. Strangely, this time, unlike usual, she didn't spit out my semen; instead, she swallowed it all. I helped her up, and just as I was about to ask, she smiled and said, "My good boy, I love your semen so much. I was shy before, but I really love it when you ejaculate inside me, whether it's in my mouth or..."
Seeing her joyful and satisfied smile, my penis felt like it was on fire again. I suddenly picked her up and placed her on the desk. Knowing what I meant, she cooperated by lifting her skirt and taking off her underwear. I reached down and touched her; she was completely wet, her body trembling at the movement of my fingers. I guided my rock-hard penis and slowly inserted it into her body, beginning to slowly thrust in and out.
I kissed my mother's cheeks and neck so I could reach inside and caress her breasts, whispering in her ear, "Mom, I love you. I'm going to make you orgasm. Mom, are you comfortable?" My mother's breathing was rapid, and she gasped, "Okay, okay, good son, make Mom orgasm."
This time, I thrust for a long time, making my mother orgasm almost three times. After I ejaculated again, my mother didn't even have the strength to sit up. She could only lean against me, and it took her a long time to recover. I lifted my mother off the table and saw that the table was wet; I didn't know if it was mine or hers. My mother and I cleaned up for a while. Then we sat on the sofa in the office, caressing each other and chatting until the rain subsided before going home.
From then on, my mother and I found this new place. On weekends, my mother often said she had to work overtime, while I would use the excuse of meeting up with classmates to meet her in her office. The desk, the sofa, the filing cabinet—all became our favorite places to make love. Dad never suspected anything, and Mom's colleagues all seemed lazy and never bothered us. That summer, Mom and I spent a very happy time together.
But good times are always short-lived. I was accepted into a prestigious university and would be studying in another city. The weekend before I left, Mom and I spent a passionate day together in her office. Finally, I completed my high school years with Mom's reward. But I know that Mom's reward will never end, just as Mom's love for me will last a lifetime.
(The End)

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