Mother complex

I don't know when I fell in love with my mother. Looking back, the earliest memory I have of having strange desires for her is from a weekend when I was in junior high school. Inline skating was popular then, and my mother would take me to the park to practice while she watched. I don't know why, but after I finished practicing that time, I went to my mother, who was sitting on a stone bench, and asked her to try it on. In the end, she couldn't resist me and took off her black high heels, lifted her feet, and let me try to put them into the inline skates.
She was wearing sheer stockings, and the shiny reflection and smooth texture felt wonderful to the touch. Perhaps because it was the first time I had touched a woman's legs like that, it left a deep impression on me. After some effort, I managed to put one shoe on. When I looked up, I was stunned for a moment because my face was directly facing the middle of my mother's short skirt. Because of the shoes, her legs were spread wide open, and I could see the outline of her underwear in the shadows. But I quickly recovered and continued to put on her other shoe.
After my mother finished dressing, she stood up unsteadily. I stood in front of her, supporting her as she staggered. When she tried to slide forward a few steps, she fell forward, and the world spun around her. When I regained my senses in pain, my mother was kneeling on top of me, her legs spread wide, her thighs wrapped around my waist. Because my mother was wearing a short skirt, her private parts were pressed tightly against my pants through her stockings and underwear. This action made my blood boil, and I couldn't help but get hard. I could feel a small tent forming in my pants. I wondered if my mother could feel something gradually hardening and rising against her private parts.
Judging from her expression, she seemed to be in pain from the fall. She tried to get up but seemed to have forgotten that she was wearing inline skates instead of high heels, so she slipped several times and fell onto me repeatedly. My penis kept hitting her vulva a few times, but she didn't notice anything amiss; she just wanted to get up quickly. Finally, I unconsciously reached out and grabbed her waist to hold her in place, then thrust my penis upwards into her vulva a few times. I felt like my underwear was being bitten inside, a tight, stimulating sensation washing over me. At that moment, my mother looked shocked, then angrily yelled at me, "If you tell Dad about this, you're dead!"
Looking back, it really resembled a missionary position. I don't remember how we got up, but I do know that on the way home that day, I kept staring at my mother's fleshy buttocks and beautiful legs. However, I think I'll never forget the way my mother fell onto me. For a while afterward, no matter how much I pleaded with her to try inline skating again, she refused. Besides that, she would suspect that my other actions were just attempts to take advantage of her. As time passed, and after I grew up and stopped playing inline skating, this matter was never brought up again.
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Daring to Try
Ever since that Pandora's box in my heart was opened, I would always try to be around my mother whenever I had the chance. Perhaps because I was too obvious, she knew that her son had feelings for her beyond familial affection, and that it wasn't simply a matter of dependence on his mother. But because my mother's personality was naturally reserved, she never mentioned my Oedipus complex to my father.
One day, when it was just my mother and me at home, we were watching TV on the sofa. I secretly moved closer and closer to her, and when we were close enough, I put my hand on her thigh and started to caress it. Just as I began to feel her smooth skin and the warmth emanating from her body, my mother turned around, glared at me, pushed my hand away, turned off the TV, and started to scold me severely, warning me not to have any wild thoughts. She then quickly went to her room, closed the door, and locked it. I immediately regretted that I had been too impulsive.
The next day, my mother didn't say much, seemingly unwilling to bring up the incident of her leg being touched again. As she was getting ready to go to work, I went over and stopped her, rattling off a long explanation that I had acted impulsively because I admired her. She listened to me expressionlessly, then coldly replied, "Have you finished?" Finally, I gave in to her cold attitude and changed my tone, saying, "I'm sorry..." Hearing this, my mother forced a helpless smile, then said, "That's what you should say and what I should hear!" With that, she turned and got into the elevator. Although I couldn't convince her, that smile before she turned away felt as warm to me as seeing the sun in the dead of winter.
In the evening, my father also returned home, and the three of us had dinner together, which eased the awkwardness between my mother and me. Since she hadn't seen my father for a few days, she dressed up especially for the dinner. My mother is tall and slender, 172 cm tall with a C cup, and has a great figure that makes her look good in clothes. She chose a red jumpsuit and white high heels, and wore sheer stockings to the dinner. She also wore light makeup. Because she takes good care of herself and gave birth to me at a young age, she still looks so elegant and graceful.
Throughout the trip, I complimented my mother on how beautiful she was far more often than my father. From her expression, I could sense that she was a little uncomfortable with my enthusiasm and excitement, and she tried to stay close to my father while walking. Of course, I knew exactly why. My father, on the other hand, seemed a bit puzzled. When my mother went to the restroom, he asked me, "Why does your mother seem so insecure after only a few days apart?" Hearing this, I knew that my mother was still complaining to my father. Of course, I wouldn't reveal the inside story. After some discussion, my father concluded that it was because he was too often away on business trips and hadn't spent enough time with my mother. He immediately decided that the next weekend would be a family trip. However, I reminded him that it would be best to say it was a trip for just the two of them first, and then discuss with my mother whether I wanted to come before departure, so that she wouldn't be disappointed.
After we finished our meal, my father asked the waiter to take a group photo. He stood behind my mother, who was sitting in a chair, while he squatted down next to her. My position made my mother a little uncomfortable. Once we were in position, the waiter helped us with some posing tips. I took the opportunity to slowly slip my hand under her stockinged thigh, which was covered by a napkin. Because of the angle, the waiter opposite us could only see the table. The only person who might have seen me doing this was my father, but he was smiling at the camera.
At this moment, I started to touch my mother's inner thigh. As I was doing this, I lifted her short skirt inch by inch. My mother's eyes widened, and she turned to me, frowning and making a "tsk!" warning sound. Just then, the waiter pressed the shutter. He said awkwardly, "Miss, you turned your head and didn't look at the camera, so we need to take another picture." My mother had no choice but to turn her face back, but her eyes kept drifting towards me. She then used her hands, which were originally on her lower abdomen, to press down hard on my unruly hand, trying to immobilize it.
But by then I had already touched the front of my mother's panties. Although my palms couldn't move, my fingers could. I started to tease her private parts with my ring fingertip. The warm breath assaulted my senses. If I wasn't careful, my uneven nails would snag the stockings. She was uneasy and kept trying to get away, which made it so that it took three photos to get the shot. For the last photo, I pressed my finger into my mother's vagina with a little force. Although I couldn't see it, I could feel that I had pressed the stockings and panties into her vagina and made a big indentation. My mother first secretly squeezed the back of my hand hard, and then squeezed my hand to the side. My palm was pushed to the side of her skirt. Since I couldn't tease her vagina anymore, I could only start to pinch and knead my mother's thighs.
The moment the photo was taken, my mother's face was very flushed, and I could see she was biting her lower lip. After thanking the waiter, my father turned around and saw my mother's red face and slightly stiff expression. He asked, "Honey, are you feeling unwell? Do you have a fever?" He gestured for me to feel my mother's temperature with my hand. She nervously said, "No need! It's okay, no need!" At this moment, I took my hand out from under her skirt and placed it directly on my mother's cheek. As soon as she was touched, she turned her face slightly to the other side, as if she didn't want to see me. After stroking her smooth, oval face a few times... Finally, I put my hand on my forehead and told my dad, "It's okay...no fever!" My mom quickly and forcefully brushed my hand off her head, saying unhappily, "Just say you're fine, don't take my temperature!"
My father wasn't quite sure why my mother was in such a bad mood. On the way home, he tried to cheer her up by constantly bringing up funny topics. My mother finally smiled, but whenever my dad put the ball in my court and left questions like, "Ask your mom if she wants to..." for me to ask her, she wouldn't respond. She seemed to pretend she didn't hear me, or as if I didn't exist.
Just before I got home, my dad suddenly asked, "Did your son upset you?" It felt like a trial. What if my mother told me what had just happened? I'd be in big trouble. My mother glanced at me in the rearview mirror with her alluring eyes, complete with false eyelashes. She seemed to sense my nervousness, smiled slightly, and said casually, "No! I was just in a bad mood for a moment!" Then my father said he'd take my mother on a trip together next holiday, telling her not to be in a bad mood. Only then did my mother's face light up with joy.
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My mother's promise.
I couldn't understand why my mother let me go. Logically, the quickest way for her to end this illicit affair would be to confess to my father. Could it be that she actually had that intention too? One day, after my mother came home from work, she was preparing to cook in the kitchen when I hugged her from behind around the waist. My mother struggled and finally pushed me away, yelling at me, "Are you trying to kill me? You take advantage of me as soon as your father isn't home?"
She was trembling with anger as she spoke, becoming more and more agitated. "Last time, I let you off the hook in front of your father and didn't tell him what you did to me at the restaurant. I gave you a chance, but you still didn't repent?" It seems I misunderstood. "Mom, so you let me off the hook, but you didn't mean this to me?" Then a long string of lectures began. My mother first angrily berated me, asking if I had any shame. How could she possibly have romantic feelings for her own son? She told me not to overthink things and to stop reading nonsense. Then she started bringing up past grievances, bitterly accusing me of sexually harassing her not only in front of my father but also in public. She shuddered to think what I might do to her if things continued this way. Finally, she started sobbing. After she finished crying, she said earnestly, "I'll let you go, only because I want to maintain a complete family!"
Hearing this, I felt ashamed and deeply sorry for my mother. I immediately knelt down. Seeing me like this, she cried for a while longer. After a while, she helped me up and hugged me. I said to my mother, "I'm so sorry." …But…” I couldn’t finish my sentence. After wiping away her tears, my mother asked me to sit down with her in the living room to talk. After drinking a glass of water and calming down, she said to me, “It’s okay… Just say what you have to say!”
I started apologizing, apologizing again and again, but what my mother wanted to know was what I had stopped saying earlier. I mustered up my courage and once again poured out my admiration and infatuation for her, as well as the fantasies I had about my mother because of my love for her. As I spoke, I saw my mother’s anxious eyes and her staring intently at me. After I finished speaking, we were both silent for a while. She seemed to be thinking. Unlike last time, this time my mother seemed to be really listening to what I had to say.
Suddenly, she broke the silence, "So...son, you've become like this because you've fallen in love with me?" Perhaps my mother finally understood that my feelings were partly love and not just lust. I quickly nodded, "Yes...I know...but I must tell you...I can't accept this kind of love from you, son!" Although this answer was expected, hearing it in person still brought an unavoidable sense of disappointment.
Seeing my disappointed expression, my mother leaned closer and patted my shoulder, beginning to advise me to find the right partner and not focus my attention on her. However, because of the close proximity, her soft, beautiful breasts would occasionally brush against my arm, and I inwardly complained that it was hard not to notice. Finally, under her persuasion and reassurance, I promised her I would try to change.
But then I changed the subject, hoping that during this time before I changed my mind, my mother could help me deal with my desires for women. She retorted, "What kind of logic is that?" I told her to calm down and let me finish. After she calmed down, I started to say that because I had been in love with her for so many years, it was impossible to change it all at once, so I could only take it slowly. My mother agreed with this. I continued, saying that because the object of my desires had always been my mother, after a while, I would start to want to make advances on her, which was the situation before. Seeing my mother's contemptuous expression, I quickly used the analogy, "It's like how big cities need to install sewers. Otherwise, if the sewage overflows, without these sewers, the sewage will flow everywhere in the streets, so..." After listening, she thought for a moment, sighed, and said, "That's really nonsense... and then..."
Then I got to the point, "So I hope my mother can help me during this time..." I gestured with my hand to show my penis. My mother said seriously, "Don't even think about it! I can't do that with you..." I quickly said, "No, it's just to help me masturbate. Think about what I just said about the sewer. Do you want me to start touching you in front of the house or Dad?" My mother considered it for a moment, then asked with some displeasure and helplessness, "How will you help?" I said, "With your mouth..." My mother frowned and glared at me, saying, "No way! I can only use my hands!" I felt incredibly satisfied at that moment.
My mother, thinking everything was settled, got up to leave. I grabbed her hand to stop her, and she impatiently asked, "What else is it?" I smiled and said, "I've accumulated a lot of desire, can you help me now?" My mother said a little angrily, "So urgent? Your father will be back soon, and you're still like this?" I said, "Would it be better to wait until Dad is home later and find a spare moment to help me? Or are you planning to put up with my groping for the next few days?" My mother was both angry and helpless, "Then hurry up!"
I took off my pants right there in the living room. The thought of my mother helping me masturbate made my penis instantly hard. Seeing my erection, she seemed a little flustered, then squatted down in front of me, hesitating whether to touch it. I grabbed her hand and directly touched my penis, then pushed her away. A slightly ashamed expression appeared on my mother's face after she touched it.
She took a deep breath and mustered her courage, then began to masturbate with her right hand. The difference between masturbating herself and doing it with her mother was like night and day. Her hands were much smoother, and she was squatting in front of me. Her tight skirt and stockings accentuated her thighs, and her legs were spread wide, revealing the dark shadow in the middle of her skirt, which was quite suggestive. A few minutes passed, and her mother asked anxiously why she hadn't ejaculated yet. She turned to look at the clock, seemingly worried that her father would be back soon.
I asked my mother to change her method of teasing me, so she started stroking my glans with her thumb, then pressed down on my foreskin, gently rotating and kneading it for a while. Finally, she gently rubbed my urethral opening with the pad of her index finger and pressed it open. I almost ejaculated, but I was a little short. I asked my mother to sit on the sofa next to me, but she refused. I had no choice but to sit forward a little and reach out to touch my mother's stockinged thighs. "Tsk!! Don't touch me like that!" my mother stopped me and flinched, but I explained that I could ejaculate quickly this way and that time was running out. Only then did my mother reluctantly move her legs back so I could continue to take advantage of her.
Under such stimulation, I ejaculated, but the first time I accidentally got some on the sofa. My mother was worried that if I didn't clean it properly, it would be hard to explain if my father, who often watches TV, found out. So she quickly covered the muzzle with both hands, letting a large amount of semen shoot into her soft palms. She turned her face away, not wanting to look, her expression very shy. After I finished, she shrank back towards her body with the gesture of holding something, afraid that it would drip and get on the sofa again. Her palms trembled slightly as she exclaimed, "Tsk! So much... Ah~!!" Before she knew it, a lot of the sticky fluid had dripped down between her fingers, landing on her thighs and seeping down her legs. My mother quickly ran to the nearest kitchen, rinsed the sticky fluid off her hands with cold water, and immediately pulled her pantyhose off her skirt. "What are you looking at? Hurry up and put your pants back on!" She took the discarded pantyhose to the balcony and threw them into the washing machine. After I put on my pants, she came back with a bottle of alcohol and started cleaning up the first bit of semen that had gotten on the sofa. She wasn't in a good mood.
I was all smiles during dinner. My father asked me why I was so happy, and I replied that my wish had come true. Then I turned to my mother and asked, "Mom, right?" Since I had masturbated that evening, my mother seemed to have no intention of talking to me. She didn't expect me to ask her this now. "Hmph! I guess so!" she replied reluctantly. "Haha, what's wrong with you two? Isn't it good that the whole family is happy?" My father quickly tried to smooth things over. My mother forced a sweet smile at my father, but the smile disappeared when she saw me. As I watched my father eat with his head down, I quickly mouthed to my mother, "I'm sorry, thank you! I love you, Mom."
After seeing this, my mother glanced upwards, took a deep breath, and gave me a look that said, "I can't stand it!" Then she picked up a piece of meat and gave it to me. "Son, eat more... You need to eat more protein today to avoid malnutrition!" Seeing my mother finally overcome her embarrassment and take special care of my health, I felt a great sense of triumph. My father then happily said, "That's right, that's how a family should be!"
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tasted the sweetness
, I asked my mother for help again. She said with displeasure that it had only been a few days, how could my desire have accumulated so quickly? I explained, "Because you're always dressed so nicely." She recalled with doubt and retorted that she hadn't dressed up specially. I said that her office lady skirt was very attractive to me. My mother was surprised that even her office uniform was a temptation for me. "No, it's too soon! Let's talk about it in a few days." My mother firmly refused me.
I pleaded with her, but she was determined and scolded me, "You're really obsessed!" I said embarrassedly that I was obsessed with my beautiful mother. She didn't respond to my words, but just quickly walked away from me. That evening, when we were all watching TV together, my mother sat between my father and me. Halfway through the movie, I reached behind my mother's head and patted my father's shoulder, starting to discuss the plot. After that, I naturally put my hand on my mother's shoulder.
My mother vaguely knew what I wanted to do, and she kept twisting her body, but couldn't get away. After a while, my father also didn't want my mother to keep moving, as it would distract him. Finally, my mother had no choice but to obediently let me put my hand on her shoulder. After making sure my father couldn't see, I slowly moved my palm down to the open part of her t-shirt and began to gently trace the edge of my mother's breast with my fingertips. When the movie reached a tense part, my father would lean forward, trying to get closer to the screen.
Seeing my dad do this, I took the opportunity to slip my hand down into my mother's bra, pinching and kneading her nipples. My mother turned her face, glaring at me with resentment in her eyes, "Hey! You!!" She mouthed the words but dared not make a sound. She tried to pull my hand away, but dared not use too much force, afraid of startling my dad and making him turn around. Seeing that she could not break free, she turned back to glare at me. Suddenly, her eyes narrowed slightly. Judging from her expression, her nipples must be her erogenous zones. Then, my mother's body tensed up a little. As I continued to knead, I could feel my mother's nipples hardening. Her eyes turned to look at me with a hint of worry. At this moment, I also mouthed, "Please! Help me!"
"Son, are you busy right now? Come out to my room and help me find something." Mom suddenly said this, then said to Dad, "Are you going into the room later? I'll put the boxes behind the door when I'm looking for something, so I won't be able to open it!" Dad stared at the screen and said, "No, I'll take a shower after the movie, unless you're looking for it again in an hour." Mom then stood up, pulled me to her room, and locked the door.
As soon as I entered the room, she rushed over and slapped my shoulder a few times, muttering, "Are you out of your mind? Your dad's right here, and you're still grabbing my breasts like that!" My mother's pent-up emotions completely exploded at this moment. "I told you last time, without your help to release my pent-up emotions, I can't hold back easily." She retorted, "How long ago was last time?" I explained, "It's normal to be more frequent at the beginning, I will definitely try to reduce the frequency gradually!"
My mother went over and sat on the bed, crossed her arms and glared at me. Seeing how angry she was, I didn't dare to make any move. "Hmph, you'd better ask me less in the future!" "It's not coming soon, there are only 40 minutes left." I smiled and quickly climbed onto the bed, took off my pants and lay down. My mother, with a sour face, started to circle my penis with her hands, first grabbing and releasing, then rubbing my glans a few times with her palms, and scraping up and down the base of my penis with the base of her thumb and forefinger. Ten minutes passed and I still hadn't released. At this time, there was a knock on the back door. My dad said that the movie was about to end and he decided to wait and help us find something before taking a shower.
My mother was terrified but immediately suppressed her guilt and calmly refused my father, saying that she was almost there and didn't need his help. She also asked him how long the movie would last, and my father said about 20 minutes. After my father left, my mother anxiously and helplessly said to me, "Can't you just release your pent-up desire already?" I said I had a way, and my mother pressed me, "Mom... can you dress a little sexier? I'll definitely ejaculate right away like this!" She hit me again, "You're really awful!"
Then she went straight to the wardrobe, picked out a well-fitting deep V-neck top and a pleated mini skirt, turned her back to me, and immediately took off her pants and top. When she was only wearing underwear, her full, fleshy buttocks looked really perky. Just as I started to admire them, she quickly put on the seductive clothes, "Do you have any thigh-high stockings! I want to see you wear them, Mom..." "You're really pushing your luck..." my mother cursed angrily as she turned around again, reached into the lower cabinet, picked out black thigh-high stockings, and sat on the bed to put them on.
Her dressed-up appearance was incredibly alluring; I genuinely felt I might ejaculate without her even helping me. My mother glanced at her watch, said nothing more, and leaned closer again, gripping my penis and twisting it up and down. I held back, wanting to savor the beautiful, hot mom's ministrations a little longer. Five minutes passed, and my mother said impatiently, "Didn't you say you'd ejaculate soon dressed like that? It's been so long…" "Almost there, get me some toilet paper. You don't want me to ejaculate on the bed, do you?" My mother immediately remembered the last time, continuing to grip my penis with one hand while reaching for a few more tissues with the other. As she got up… The moment I sat back down, I grabbed one of her snow-white, fleshy buttocks from below and started pinching it. "Hey!!!" Mom was both shocked and angry. "I'm going to cum!" Before she could even yell at me, I told her about the imminent situation. "Ah... wait!!" Seeing my throbbing penis, Mom panicked and couldn't find the right spot to ejaculate. She didn't seem to have had time to cover herself with the toilet paper. Helpless, she could only use her body to shield me, probably thinking that at least she could wash her clothes later. If it got on the black sheets, Dad might find out when he came in.
I deliberately aimed at her chest, and soon my mother's cleavage and breasts were covered in thick, white semen. Seeing that I had stopped ejaculating, my mother, like putting on a hat, squeezed a tissue over my glans. "Aren't you going to get dressed?" my mother said coldly, carefully and slowly getting off the bed. "Go out first and tell your father you found the thing! If he asks me, say I need to change." After leaving the room, I told my father as my mother instructed. He said that since that was the case, I should go take a shower after the movie. When he finished showering and returned to the room, he asked, "Huh? Honey, why are you spraying so much perfume in the room?" "Oh, the stuff I just found smells a bit!" Seeing my mother answer, she immediately headed to the bathroom, carrying a bunch of clothes. "Honey, are you going to wash so many clothes today?" "I just found them, they're very dusty, I need to wash them. Ask me when I come out!" She slammed the door shut. My father scratched the back of his head, wondering why my mother's emotions were so unstable again. Recalling how willing my mother was to cooperate when
I sneakily attacked her tender spot
, I behaved much better for the next week. I didn't harass her or make any demands, allowing my mother to breathe a little easier about the tension between us. Of course, I didn't want to only upset her. After school, I brought her a small cake, wrote a card on it, and left it on the table for her to receive when she came home. The card, of course, emphasized again how much I loved my mother and thanked her for humbling herself to help me, allowing me to release my desires.
After I came out of the room again, my mother returned, of course. Seeing that there was nothing on the table, I asked her if she had seen anything. She didn't answer and continued preparing dinner; perhaps she was still unhappy. I touched my nose and went to watch TV. My mother ate very little during dinner, seemingly without a good appetite. I asked her in a worried tone if she had an upset stomach
, but she calmly replied, "No, I'm perfectly fine!" After the dishes were cleared away, my father and I watched TV on the sofa. Suddenly, my mother came over with a small cake and sat down on the side sofa to eat it. My father exclaimed, "Wow, so nice! A cake!" "Yes, someone gave it to me!" "Honey, can I have a bite?" "No!" "Huh? Was it from one of your suitors again?" My mother paused for a moment and glanced at me. "No, he's not good enough!" "Haha…I knew it!" My father said with a sense of superiority and continued watching TV.
I watched my mother eat the cake, feeling happy. It seemed she had accepted my feelings. My mother noticed me staring at her and soon said, "What are you looking at? Can't I eat cake?" She then turned her body to face the TV. After she finished eating, she was about to put the cake in the kitchen trash bag. I offered to help and followed her, but it was obvious that she could have done it by herself. My mother didn't tell me that I didn't need to come and help her.
"What?" my mother asked from the kitchen. "Is the cake good?" "Don't you have confidence in the gift you gave me?" My mother never answered my questions directly. "Did you see the card?" I asked gleefully. "Yes, I did." "Are you feeling better now?" "Speaking of which, you can just give me these cards privately from now on! What if your dad sees the message? How am I supposed to explain that you're letting off steam?" It seems I've carelessly annoyed her again. I quickly apologized. "Um, did you come with me to ask for my help again?" I was surprised that my mother thought I had a request. "Uh...no..." "No? Then it's okay, I'm leaving!" I grabbed my mother's clothes. "Mom, are you okay? Is it alright?" She realized she had misunderstood that I didn't want to masturbate. "No, forget I said anything!" "Mom~~please!!" She looked a little annoyed that she had brought it up. "Let go!! We've been here for so long, your dad will find it strange!" I held on tightly. "Not today, tomorrow evening!" My mother finally said this to break free.
The next day, I went home early to wait. When my mother saw my expectant expression, she reluctantly went straight into her room. Twenty minutes later, she opened the door and called me in. As soon as I entered, I turned around and saw my mother locking the door. She had changed into the same black, revealing mini-skirt and black thigh-high stockings she wore last time. I was stunned and asked incredulously, "Mom, did you dress like this for me?" "No, it's just that you can finish faster if you dress like this, right? I don't want it to take too long." My mother's answer disappointed me again, but I was already happy that she was willing to do this. "Lie down quickly!" Under my mother's command, I lay down on the bed and found that this time she had laid out two bath towels first.
Then she took the initiative to pull down my pants and started teasing my glans. I was about to touch her legs when my mother dodged away. "Please!" she said. Her eyes flickered, then she sighed and knelt down to clamp my legs between her thighs. Now I could finally start caressing her beautiful legs to my heart's content. My mother pursed her lips, and when she pinched the inside of her thighs, she made a soft "hmm!" sound and twisted her body forward. My mother noticed that I had seen it and quickly turned her flushed face away and closed her eyes, but her helping hands did not stop.
I boldly reached out with the fingers of my other hand to pry open my mother's vulva. When I scratched it for the first time, my mother immediately opened her eyes and turned her head away, pushing my hand away and saying in a warning tone, "You can only touch my thighs, you are not allowed to touch that side. If you don't obey, I won't help you next time!" I had no choice but to put my hand back where I could touch and pinch. Because both of my hands were grabbing and touching my mother's legs, it caused her to sway back and forth rhythmically. If you looked at it from the side, you would really think that my mother and I were having sex in the missionary position. My mother's expression changed from resentment and anger to shyness.
The atmosphere in the room became quite lewd. After shaking for a while, my mother, contrary to her usual cold personality, just blushed and stared blankly at my penis. Suddenly, I wanted her to turn around and face away from me, thinking she would refuse, but she didn't. Instead, she knelt up and slowly turned around. Then, she thrust out her soft, tender buttocks and slowly moved from my thighs to my abdomen. Her white lace panties tightly covered her private parts, revealing the shape of her labia, which were still wet. As her fleshy buttocks moved back to above my penis, I fantasized that if my mother sat down at this moment, I could enter her body. As soon as I fantasized like this, I ejaculated. The first shot hit my mother's wet vulva and then hit the area around her inner thighs.
My mother turned around, her expression alluring. "Did you ejaculate?" I nodded. She calmly walked to the edge of the bed, grabbed some toilet paper, lifted her skirt, and began wiping the semen from her inner thighs. She told me to put away the towel on the bed so she could wash it later. After wiping her thighs, she didn't continue cleaning her genitals. Perhaps it was because I was there, and she felt awkward cleaning herself; doing so would be tantamount to telling me she was wet. Or perhaps she didn't know I had ejaculated on her damp underwear. She quickly changed her clothes, put on trousers, sprayed some perfume in the room, came over, took the towel from my hand, and urged me to leave her room.
Out of selfishness, I didn't tell my mother I had ejaculated there. We continued our normal life as if nothing had happened. Later, she went to cook dinner, and the whole family ate. After dinner, we all watched TV in the living room, watching a variety show. Seeing my mother chatting and laughing with my father, and recalling the passionate scene I had shared with this beautiful mother in bed just a few hours earlier, I felt an indescribable happiness.
The next day, I greeted my mother warmly as soon as I saw her, but she gave me a cold look and completely ignored me. In the bathroom, I ran into my father, who was shaving, and secretly asked him what was wrong with Mom. He said helplessly, "I don't know, she became like that after she took a shower last night!" When I went to check on her, she glared at me angrily, slammed the door shut, and went to work, seemingly not wanting to see me at all.
When my mother came home from work, she still had that icy attitude. No matter how I spoke to her, she ignored me and went about her own business. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and went over to her, grabbing her hand. "Mom, what are you doing to upset me?" she asked. She coldly replied, "Let go!" "Tell me before I let go..." *Slap!* A sharp sound snapped me back to reality, my face burning. "Don't you know what you did? You ejaculated on my underwear there, why didn't you tell me?" "I was wearing it like that, and only found out when I showered. How many things did I do while sitting and standing during that time? I don't even dare to think about whether I went inside..." She started crying as she spoke. "You treat me like this and you still dare to say you love me? You're hurting me!" The guilt and heartache I felt then were more profound than the pain of my mother slapping me. Although I apologized repeatedly afterward, nothing could improve my relationship with my mother.
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being forgiven
, my mother caught the flu, suffering from a high fever and vomiting. My father happened to have a project to execute, and after taking my mother to the doctor, he had to throw himself into work. At this time, I finished my major exams and decided to take leave to take care of my mother at home. My father agreed, but my mother didn't want to, but couldn't give my father a reason to refuse. In the end, she succumbed to her severe discomfort and didn't object anymore.
Because of the previous incident, I felt extremely guilty and hadn't asked my mother for anything. After my father left, I smiled and said to my mother, who was sitting on the bed with a pale face, "Mom, can you do me a favor?" She slowly crossed her arms and silently turned her cold face away. "It's just... let me help you get better?" My mother still didn't respond. "Okay?" She turned her head, pursed her lips, shrugged, and gestured for me to do as I pleased.
After getting permission, I stayed almost all the time in my mother's room, keeping her water glass constantly hot and frequently changing her ice pack and towel. A few times when she vomited violently, she accidentally spilled some on me, but I made sure she was settled before taking a shower. Seeing that her stomach didn't seem to be feeling well, I took it upon myself to cook a pot of congee. At noon, I brought a bowl in. My mother frowned at me for bringing a bowl of congee into her room and placing it on her bedside table. "I cooked this congee for you; it should make you feel better!"
When she picked it up and scooped it up with a spoon, she burst out laughing. "Hehe…this isn't congee, it's soup, isn't it? Heh~," I said. Having never cooked congee before, I probably got the water ratio wrong, but the point was that my clumsiness finally made my mother smile at me. I unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. "Hehe…what? I haven't said I forgive you yet…" My mother's stubbornness always fascinated me. "Okay, I want to lie down a bit more, don't bother me!"
When I went to get more hot water, I saw that my mother had finished the bowl. She was probably fast asleep because of the medicine. I touched her forehead; it still felt hot. I quickly grabbed a damp towel and applied it to her forehead. At that moment, besides my love for my mother, I thought back to when I had a bad cold as a child, and she must have treated me the same way. I felt grateful. "Mom, I love you!" I whispered in her ear. I saw a faint smile on her lips, and then I suddenly felt a soft hand reach out and touch my cheek. "I'm much better... Go and rest... Don't tire yourself out!" My mother gently urged me to rest, but seeing that I wasn't leaving, she said, "You're confessing your love in the middle of the night... I can't stand you! Go and rest!" Haha, she woke up when I said that, but I guess that doesn't count as confessing in the middle of the night.
After sleeping for a while, I got up and saw my mother already sitting in the living room, wrapped in a blanket and watching TV. "Are you feeling better?" I ran over and sat down next to her. "I won't get better if I stay in bed all the time..." "You don't have a fever anymore?" "Yes!" "Really? Don't be stubborn!" My mother glared at the ceiling, snorted, and turned around to hold the back of my head with her hand, pressing her forehead against mine so I could feel her body temperature. "Do you believe me now?" I was startled by this sudden action. My mother's breath was full of her fragrance.
At this moment, my penis became hard. After my mother stepped back, she noticed the abnormality in my lower body. "Don't say anything, wait until I'm better!" "Mom, take care of yourself, don't get sick again!" "Don't make me angry like last time, otherwise I won't get sick!" "Mom, seeing you vomit like this, I'm really worried..." My mother lowered her head and smiled, "What's there to worry about when you're sick and vomiting...? Uh... it's only been half a month, you don't think I'm having morning sickness, do you?" I stood there dumbfounded, not expecting my mother to suddenly say that. Her implication was that the semen I ejaculated on her underwear last time had seeped in? Instead of not knowing as she said. Sigh~! No wonder she was so angry with me.
Realizing I seemed to have learned something, my mother turned her head back to watching TV and coldly said, "Don't worry, I took my medicine!" Good heavens, that was a double entendre! My feelings were immediately complicated. I smiled and said, "Mom~ you're so good to me~." "Being affectionate won't work," she said, "just say you'll wait until I get better..." After saying this, my mother got up and went back to her room. ——————————————————————————–
It had been a while since my mother recovered. I could see from her complexion that she had regained her health, but I didn't know whether I should bring up my needs. Several times I hesitated, but from my mother's expression, I could tell she knew I had something to say, but she deliberately pretended not to know, or she wouldn't give me a chance to finish. A few days later, I felt increasingly disappointed. One day, after sighing, I was suddenly tapped on the back of the head. "Looks like you've learned your lesson!" My mother stood behind me. "Are you punishing me?" "Is that not allowed?" she said, a slightly smug look on her face. "Hurry up!" "Huh?" "You don't want to? Then I have to go!" "Yes! I want to!" I grabbed my mother's hand tightly. "This time I won't change my clothes..." After saying that, she squatted down and unzipped my pants. Although it was a little disappointing not to have sexy clothes, her office lady outfit was actually enough. Besides, the last time she wore something that almost made her pregnant, so it was normal for my mother to change her approach. It had been so long since I'd felt this tenderness. My mother skillfully used various gestures to stimulate my penis and glans, making it grow larger and larger. She chuckled and said, "Looks like it's accumulated quite a bit!" "Mom, is mine big?" "How would I know?" "How does it compare to Dad's?" "I don't know, I haven't seen his in a long time, I've forgotten!" "How long?" Realizing that her unsatisfactory sexual experience had been unexpectedly exposed, my mother impatiently replied, "If you ask again, I'll stop!" I had no choice but to obediently shut up. "My hands are sore, and my legs are almost numb. Aren't you done yet?" "Mom, I need some stimulation..." My mother put her hands down, stood up, put her hands on her hips, and looked at me. "Please," I mouthed. She glared at me and then squatted back down, unbuttoned her shirt, put her hands on her breasts, squeezed out a deep cleavage, and started to use that cleavage and her tender white breasts to squeeze my penis. She even played along, making soft moaning sounds like "Mmm~" and "Mmm~". In less than two minutes, I obediently ejaculated, leaving her breasts and neck wet and sticky. "Hmph! That's stimulating enough, isn't it? Really... I smell like you all over me..." She walked to the bathroom to clean herself. When she came back after changing her clothes, she found that I had already wiped the floor clean. "Good job~ You even know how to clean yourself!" I went over and put my hands on her arms, helping her to sit on the sofa. I lifted her calves and started massaging her. "Sorry, I made your legs sore!" My mother didn't respond, but with each press, she showed an expression of enjoyment. "Mom, your legs are so beautiful." Sometimes I would touch them a few times while massaging her, or lift her legs up to admire them. My mother didn't resist. "Of course, I take care of them..." "You can do it now, but don't touch my legs like that when your dad comes back..." After that, whenever my mother finished helping me masturbate, I would massage her at the same time. Sometimes the order was reversed. After I finished massaging her, my mother would find an opportunity to pull me to a secluded place and help me release my pent-up emotions. This was the tacit understanding between my mother and me. Until half a year later, we were both used to having this relationship, and there was no embarrassment or resentment in our hearts. It's just a pity that now my mother doesn't deliberately dress up before helping me masturbate. The family trip flew by, and soon a long holiday was approaching. My father had mentioned taking my mother on a trip, and seeing how excited she was, I couldn't help but envy him for winning over this seemingly cold and aloof woman. But seeing the happiness on her face, I hoped she could continue to be happy. Two days before departure, my father told my mother he hoped we could go together too. He hadn't forgotten his promise to me, but my mother looked a little disappointed. Seeing her like this, I quickly said, "It's okay, if you want to go alone, Mom, that's fine. I can take care of the family; I don't want to spoil your trip!" My mother was surprised that I didn't intend to go. "If Mom is happy, I'll be happy too!" "Oh, son, it's okay if you come too, that's not what I meant!" she quickly explained, giving me a sweet smile. After arriving at the scenic area, I deliberately gave my parents some time alone. My mother seemed to sense my intention, and while she was strolling alone through the local specialty street, my hand was suddenly held tightly. "Thank you for your thoughtfulness," I said. Turning around, I saw my mother smiling. "Let me walk with you!" she said. Then, she intertwined her fingers with mine with one hand and wrapped her other arm around mine, snuggling up to me like a girlfriend. "Where's Dad?" I asked. "He said he was tired and went back to his room to rest," she replied. Just then, we passed a fried food stall, and the vendor smiled and said to me, "Young man, want to buy one for your girlfriend?" I looked at my mother, and she nodded happily. After buying it and handing it to her, and walking a short distance from the stall, I asked incredulously, "Mom, why didn't you object?" "Didn't you see how tightly I was holding you? Wouldn't it be weirder if I objected?" my mother replied shyly. It was clear how much we looked like a couple to outsiders. "Mom, so what do you mean now?" "Nothing much, just wanted to reward you, but only for today!" My mother immediately stated her position. However, her fleeting display of affection had already thoroughly entertained me. "So, aren't you going to take me shopping now?" Seeing my mother's playful tone, I took a closer look and noticed that she was dressed differently than when she left home earlier. She was wearing a fitted shirt that showed off her figure, and her pants had been replaced with a mini skirt. She was wearing sheer stockings and black boots. "Wow, Mom, you look so good! You changed your clothes?" "You only noticed now? You're so slow!" "Also, let's not call me Mom for now, it'll be embarrassing if someone hears us!" I pressed her for an answer, and she smiled knowingly. "My dear son... how would I know what to call me?" Haha, my mother is so cunning, subtly revealing the answer in her words. It's this unpredictable nature that completely captivated me with her charm.

Along the way, we tried all sorts of snacks, and sometimes even played around with the souvenirs in the shops. My mother would put on a headdress and ask me if it looked good. We took quite a few photos. Later, when we arrived at a scenic spot with a nice atmosphere, I just stood there dumbfounded next to my mother, looking at it with her. Soon after, my mother pulled my hand and hugged me from behind, saying, "I'm really worried about you. How will you ever get a girlfriend if you're so slow?"
I turned to look at my mother in surprise, just as I was thinking she was going to say, "Since you can't get a girlfriend, I'll have to be your girlfriend!" when a sentence suddenly snapped me out of my reverie. "Don't think I've forgotten. You said you wanted to change. I'm just helping you temporarily!" my mother said coldly. Sigh, she's really heartless, waking me from my sweet dream at such a moment. "I know! But don't say that now~" Seeing my disappointed expression, my mother seemed to be in a playful mood and chuckled to herself. "You're not so stupid as to think... I'm going to say I'm willing to be your girlfriend, are you!?" Wow, is this mother-son connection?
Then, my mother seemed to want to change the subject, and led me to the next attraction. Happy times always pass too quickly, and soon we were back in front of the hotel. We had been walking around for several hours, and my mother was worried that my father would come looking for us. It wouldn't be good if we were seen. "Okay, let's go back to the roles of me as the mother and you as the son," she said. Hearing this, I stopped in front of the hotel because I really didn't want this time to end, but I couldn't stop time from passing. My mother saw my struggle, but she didn't say anything.
"Can we kiss before we stop?" Before my mother could react, I pulled her into a nearby alley and started a French kiss. At first, my mother resisted, but later, because she was held tightly and couldn't escape, she was forced to cooperate. We kissed like that for a long time, during which she kept making "hmm" and "uh" sounds. After a while, I was pushed back forcefully. I saw my mother's face flushed, her eyes looking at me with a seductive look. She panted and said, "Okay! You've almost swallowed my tongue! Aren't you satisfied yet?" She turned around, fixed her hair and collar, and walked into the hotel in front of me.
"Son, you're back!" Dad lay on his side on the tatami mat in the dormitory, his eyes fixed on the TV. "Your mom just got back a while ago. Shall we go to the dining room for dinner together?" I noticed Mom was probably getting ready in the bathroom. While eating, my mind kept replaying the scene from earlier, and I didn't touch the food. Dad asked, "Can't you eat? Did you eat anything while we were shopping?" "Haha, no, I was thinking about something!" I glanced at Mom, and after our eyes met, she immediately looked away. "You can think about things later. Just focus on eating! Otherwise, don't eat!" Dad seemed a little unhappy. After all, he had dragged his already exhausted body out with the family, and he could sense that someone wasn't happy. If I were in his shoes, I would probably be a little upset too.
"Ha, honey, don't be like that. Our son just wants someone to put food on his plate!" My mother quickly smoothed things over, afraid that my dad would get angry. "I believe he's not unwilling to eat!" At this moment, my mother put a piece of meat that she had just taken a bite of into my bowl. "Here, eat up!" My mother gave me a wink. Although I was a little nervous seeing my dad like this, the more important thing was that my mother was deliberately using an indirect kiss to entice me to eat. Of course, I was in a great mood and started eating the food that my mother put on my plate. Several times in a row, she would put a piece of food on her plate first, take a bite, and then put it into my bowl.
Seeing that I started eating, Dad didn't say anything more, but began asking Mom what was available on the specialty street. Mom started recounting everything we had just seen, and suddenly she mentioned a headdress that she thought was very pretty, saying she would take Dad to see it during our walk after we finished eating. After dinner, on our way back, as we passed the fried food stall again, the old man said, "Hey~ beautiful lady, planning to come back with your boyfriend again?" Since I was standing behind Mom, and Dad was behind me, seeing that Dad and I had both stopped, Mom quickly replied, "Ahaha, he's my husband..." feeling guilty. The old man laughed and continued, "Your husband is so young? Not bad! And who's the other one?" "Wait a minute, boss!" Mom interrupted the old man, turned around, and pretended to look for change in her bag, secretly tugging at my sleeve. When I leaned closer, she whispered, "Quickly pull Dad forward!" At this point, I also asked Mom, "Is it okay tonight?" Mom looked helpless and seemed reluctant, and Dad also leaned over and asked what was wrong. My mother said, "No, my son asked if I could have one." I answered him, and I was overjoyed. My father smiled and said to the stall owner, "He said I look young? This is my son." Seeing the stall owner looking confused, my mother pushed me forward forcefully, "You and Dad go wait at the front, the back is packed!" Then my father walked ahead. "I already promised you, aren't you coming with me?" she scolded impatiently. At this moment, the stall owner said, "Miss, is that middle-aged man your father-in-law?" "Uh...hehe..." I heard my mother reply with an awkward laugh as I walked away.
"Hahaha...it's been so long since anyone said I look young!" he said proudly as I went to my father's side. Soon after, my mother caught up from behind and handed the food to my father first. "Wife, that stall owner said I look young!" "Business people will be like that," she said with a smile. Then, when she handed the food to me, she didn't look at me and gave me a "humph!"
When we finished shopping and were heading back to the hostel, my mother deliberately took a longer route to avoid the stall, which resulted in us going in a huge circle. After we got to the room, my father said he was tired and went to take a shower. Seeing that it was just my mother and me in the room, I asked, "Now?" My mother glanced at the bathroom and said, "No, your father should be out soon!" Sure enough, it seemed that my father just took a quick shower, then lay down in the spot closest to the door, pulled up a blanket, and went to sleep. It looked like my mother and I wouldn't be able to go outside to take care of things, but the area outside the room wasn't exactly secluded either.
Finally, we hid in the bathroom. Although some time had passed, it was still quite wet. Not wanting to get my clothes wet, I quickly took them all off. I saw my mother holding one arm in each hand, her head bowed, looking hesitant. "Does it have to be today?" I nodded. Then I noticed her stockings were soaked. "Mom, the bathroom is very wet. Aren't you afraid your clothes will get wet?" Seeing my smile, she probably knew what I wanted to see. Her face darkened, and she turned away, starting to undress. After taking off her shirt and skirt... After taking off the stockings from her buttocks, my mother was only willing to take them off until she was down to her underwear. "Wow~" What excited me was that the underwear was sexy lingerie, purple panties with a sheer design and a large opening at the vulva, completely exposing her labia. The bra was also just a layer of purple sheer fabric, so her nipples couldn't be hidden. "Keep your voice down... what are you yelling for? I'm not wearing this for you to see!" My mother's face turned completely red as she scolded me in a low voice. This shameful expression seemed to tell me that she originally intended to wear this outfit for my father, but I didn't expect to get a free ride.
My mother peeked out again and saw that my father had started snoring. She told me to sit by the bathtub, then knelt down and was about to start masturbating when she said, "Mom doesn't know if Dad will wake up at any moment, it's a bit dangerous. You can ejaculate in minutes with your mouth!" "Tsk! What nonsense are you talking about? Then I won't do it!" "Mom, why don't you go all the way? You can pretend to be my girlfriend this afternoon, just act for five more minutes!" "That's not the same!" My mother got angry and started to walk out of the bathroom. I reached out to grab her, and we tugged at each other, knocking the basin next to us to the ground with a loud bang. "So noisy!" "Honey, are you taking a shower?" My dad's sleepy voice came from outside the door. My mother pushed me towards the bathtub, pulled the curtain over it, and said, "Uh...yes...I accidentally knocked something over and woke you up, sorry!" "Where's our son?" "He's...brushing his teeth!" "Hurry up, I need to use the toilet!"
It seemed my dad was awake. My mother told me not to move. A few minutes later, I went to open the door and saw my father asleep again. "Can we not do it now?" My mother turned around and pleaded again, "I'll change my mind next time, could you use your mouth to help me?" My mother sighed, put her hands on her chest, and reluctantly nodded, saying, "Then you can't bother me for the next few days!"
When my mother was sleeping at night, she would wrap herself tightly in the quilt and lie on her side with her back to me, only her hands were exposed. When I reached out and touched her body, she trembled. I knew she couldn't sleep, probably because I was behind her. I gently took her hand and we held hands tightly as we fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning, the hand gesture was still the same. My mother didn't shake my hand off. I don't know why.
Before leaving, I asked my father to wait for me. I ran back to the specialty products street and returned to the car with a bag in my hand. My father asked what it was, and I replied that it was a gift. My dad laughed and said it was for my girlfriend, and I quickly nodded. Along the way, my father kept asking me who my girlfriend was. I could see my mother glancing at me from time to time in the rearview mirror. At this moment, I was in a playful mood and said, "Mom knows who I like!" "Oh, wife? You know?" My mother said lightly, "I know, but I don't think she's suitable for my son!" "Why?" "She's too old, and she already has a boyfriend!" My father frowned. "Son, are you stealing someone else's girlfriend?" "Uh..." "Haha, son, I don't blame you. Let's treat it as a competition! If you're going to steal, you have to win. That's what my son should be like." My mother angrily slapped my father's hand. "What are you saying? How can you teach him to do such a thing!" "Wife, why are you so angry? You should support your son!" "Hmph! I will never agree to it!" My mother said this, seemingly answering my father, but actually speaking to me.
"Dad, I'll do my best!" I replied to my dad. My mom chased after me, warning me, "Son, you...you...you'd better not go too far!!" After we arrived at the rest stop, my mom went to the restroom. On the bus, my dad asked me why my mom disliked that girl so much. I casually made up a story, saying it was because her personality was too similar to my mom's, so like repels like. Then came a series of manly talk, asking me how things had progressed. I said we'd only kissed once. My dad laughed at me for being so lame. I then asked how my dad had won my mom's heart since her personality was so similar to my mom's. My dad said that my mom's personality was naturally a bit cold, and he had to be persistent and not afraid of rejection before he finally won her heart.
He added that a mother's first reaction to rejection is always a gesture of refusal, but sometimes she might seem tough on the surface. However, a few thoughtful little gestures or surprises can quickly soften her. Thinking about it, it's no wonder; in the past, when I sent her cakes and cards, took care of her when she was sick, and didn't interrupt her parents' time together, she always gave me unexpectedly positive responses. My dad laughed and said talking about my mom's romantic history was useless; everyone is different. I thanked my father and told him it was very helpful.
I was in a good mood the whole way. After giving them time and space to be alone, I took the opportunity to think quietly. The next day, we stayed at my father's friend's house, and my parents and I slept in separate rooms. As agreed, I wouldn't bother my mother, and her attitude gradually relaxed.
On the third day, my father, afraid of traffic, returned to the city early. Once home, he lingered, not wanting to go out. My mother seemed reluctant to waste the precious long weekend. Seeing my father like this, she became a little annoyed. I went to ask, "Mom? How about we go shopping?" "Okay!" she readily agreed, and we went out.
My mother didn't chat with me the whole way. She seemed still immersed in her dissatisfaction with my father, or perhaps she was somewhat reluctant to come out with me. Although she was expressionless, it didn't diminish her charm. She wore a black off-the-shoulder chiffon jumpsuit, dark washed skinny jeans, and boots; her slender figure was simply captivating. If she didn't want me to pursue her, why did she agree to come out with me alone? What was this elusive feeling? Sometimes, when I tried to savor her occasional smile, I would abruptly stop. There was always an invisible wall that I couldn't cross.
When we got home, my father was already fast asleep. My mother didn't come into the room to check on him, seemingly in silent protest. I managed to give her a look, and she glanced at me before continuing to watch TV. Well, it seemed she was indeed in a bad mood today. Sensibly, I quickly went to wash up. When I returned to the room, my mother had changed into a black skirt and white thigh-high stockings and was sitting on my bed, saying unhappily, "Hurry up!"
"Wait!" "What else do you want?" My mother was very impatient, thinking there were other demands. She quickly opened the cabinet and gave her the hair accessory she had bought at the scenic spot. My mother pursed her lips, a hint of smugness flashing across her face, and then placed it by the bedside, continuing to order me, "If you want it, hurry up, if not, forget it!" When I sat down, she squatted down and looked hesitantly at my already erect penis, seemingly struggling with whether she should do this. "Mom, you said you wanted it to be quick." "Don't rush me! Otherwise, I won't help." She replied arrogantly, and after tying her long hair into a ponytail with the hair accessory she had taken, she opened her red lips and shyly took it in, only daring to take the glans in because she was still hesitant.
The warm, wet sensation in her mouth was already incredibly stimulating. When her tender lips closed, the warmth from her mouth steamed my glans. The pleasure of licking and sucking a few times forced a little secretion out of my urethra. My mother suddenly pulled back, seemingly because she felt the special mucus. She frowned and covered her mouth, trying to get rid of the strange taste. I thrust my penis back in. My mother cheated a little by unhooking her bra and squeezing her breasts against me. "Mom, this doesn't count..." she said. She glared at me. "The taste hasn't dissipated yet!" After a few moments, she slowed down, probably because she was tired. She had been out for three days straight and hadn't been able to rest until the end of the holiday. "Uh... can I do it myself? You look tired." "Mmm!" my mother gave a soft tone of permission.
I helped her onto the bed and laid her down. I straddled her waist, placing my penis between her breasts, and began pinching and kneading her full, white breasts until her face turned red. She frequently stifled the sounds that wanted to escape her throat. I sensed that my mother no longer cared how my hands were roaming over her body. I was now craving more, so I moved to her side and immediately reached for her vulva. After I successfully scratched and pinched it a few times, my mother forcefully pulled my hand away and covered her private parts with her palm. She looked up and accused me with a flushed face, "I told you not to go there!"
Although she stopped me, seeing that the time was right, I straddled her again and inserted my penis directly into my mother's cherry lips. Because of the teasing and caresses I had just given her, she swallowed and spat out my penis in large gulps, sometimes using her tongue to tease the tip of my penis. Sometimes I would deliberately tease her with big movements, poking her cheeks until they bulged out. My mother would bite them lightly with her teeth a few times, warning me not to go too far. But occasionally, she would also take the initiative to tease my penis with the tip of her tongue. The two of us kept going back and forth.
My proud mother finally gave me oral sex. The feeling of conquest, with her sucking and swallowing, the "slurp~ slurp~" of saliva pushing me to the peak, suddenly thrusting in, my penis deep inside her mouth, ejaculating onto her hard palate. "Ugh~~" My mother pushed my legs away forcefully, but I pressed her head down towards my penis. When my penis throbbed for the third time, there was no more resistance, only the trembling of my mother swallowing. After
I pulled away, she stared at me with a face full of shame, her flushed cheeks telling me what had happened. When I handed her some toilet paper, she said angrily, her brows furrowed. I grinned foolishly, and she gave me a disdainful look. "Um... do you like the headdress?" Just as I was trying to smooth things over, my mother immediately got up, straightened her clothes, and pouted, saying, "I don't like it, but it looks good on me!" and left the room. Wasn't that being a tsundere? She's so cute. When I chased her out of the room to continue flirting with my mother after she finished rinsing her mouth, she reverted to her usual cold attitude. Two completely different attitudes inside and outside the room—was what happened in bed just her fulfilling a promise?
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A Major Change in the Family
Generally speaking, children are usually a little resistant when their parents want to add them on Facebook, but I was the opposite. One time during dinner, I learned that my dad was using it, and I was surprised that he was so trendy. I turned to my mother and said, "Don't add me, I don't use it!" "It's okay, honey, let's add each other as a family!" With my dad's help, I got my mother's account.
I quickly went back to the room and saw my mother's past posts, including a lot of content about her interactions with colleagues. She was lying when she said she didn't use it. I also noticed that she had posted some very uncertain statuses before, and from the dates and words, I guessed it was related to me. Later, when I checked again, I found that those posts had been deleted. Unfortunately, I already knew about my mother's uncertainty and wavering.
But on the surface, my mother's tough attitude masked these things. Since she found out about her account, she has stopped posting similar topics. I wondered why she didn't set permissions. I guessed that she was afraid that if I asked, it would seem very strange that my father and others could see the content that I couldn't.
Facebook became a tool for me to observe my mother. Sometimes I would also use it to secretly communicate with her, such as exchanging messages even when we were both at home. The content was mostly things that my father couldn't know, or somewhat ambiguous expressions of concern. Although I always thought this was a good development and that my mother didn't object, after a while, she would occasionally look sad after helping me masturbate and mutter "I'm sorry..."
Some time later, my father complained to me that my mother had changed. She wasn't as sincere to him, seemed preoccupied, and her mood was often unpredictable. I thought my father would be very angry with my mother, but I didn't expect him to just mutter about it. Little did I know that this was the beginning of a storm brewing in our family. After that, I also noticed that my father seemed a bit strange. When he went on a trip with a female friend, he was often tagged, but we didn't have permission to see the content. Of course, I believe my mother also knew about this, because the two of them had a rare long argument, and each time she pretended to be strong and wiped away her tears before letting me see them, but her red and wet eyes betrayed her emotions.
One day, while my father was away, I took my mother's hand, ready to ask her something. Unexpectedly, she started by saying, "Isn't that enough?" "Uh?" "I'm asking you, you said you'd change your Oedipus complex, have you changed it now?" Although I didn't quite understand why she suddenly brought this up, I selfishly replied, "Not yet, it'll take some time!" and, thinking I was being playful, added, "Oh dear, lately I feel like I love Mom even more! I love her so much I can't help myself..." *Bang!* "You...!!" My mother
slammed her hand on the table, interrupting me. "It's all your fault!!" After saying this, my mother wiped away her tears and went back to her room. I stood there, stunned, reflecting on her words. A moment later, I remembered my father's complaints and it dawned on me. Perhaps because my mother seemed strange to him, my father, who was popular with women, might have developed another emotional attachment because of this, causing them to drift apart. It was understandable that my mother would blame me.
The family relationship reached a freezing point. My father frequently stayed out overnight, and my mother often looked at our family's old travel photos with red eyes. Naturally, I wasn't stupid enough to ask my mother to help me masturbate during this time. To relieve myself, I relied on the sweet memories left by the time my mother gave me oral sex and masturbated in the room. About a month later, one day my mother took a day off and started packing her luggage at home. The next morning, she called a taxi. Before closing the door, she looked back at me with a resentful look and a cold attitude without any response. In the end, she left in a hurry without even saying goodbye. I called my father and found out that she was being transferred to central Taiwan and had already completed the procedures for renting a house and starting work.
母亲毅然决然的离开，是想藉此远离这个让她伤心的地方，也是强迫要让我戒断对她的不伦情爱，这时很想狠狠揍自己几拳，后悔在那天说出对母亲越陷越深的玩笑话，把她逼到逃离我的身边；看着母亲的房间回想起之前的种种，真的有如昙花一现美丽又短暂，现今也只能回味，不久后父亲也到大陆去工作了，家中就剩下我一个，内疚跟孤独不时浮上心头，常因为思念而拨手机给母亲，但往往都是转到语音信箱，要不然就是虚应几句之后就匆匆挂断，好在脸书依旧可以看到母亲偶尔会更新的动态，但我的留言都刻意被忽略，让我感叹着，曾为亲人的我们如今却形同陌路。
A while later, on my mother's birthday, I left a "Happy Birthday" message on Facebook early in the morning. Late that night, I saw a notification and, thinking she had responded, excitedly clicked on it. I saw that my mother had only liked my comment. I searched around and didn't see my father's message on her page.
Checking my mother's Facebook every day had become a habit. Several times I'd thought about severing my ties with her, but the love built over more than a decade wasn't so easily let go. And the thought of her ambiguous, almost imperceptible, feelings only intensified my longing for her. Unfortunately, my mother's deliberate manipulation meant that my one-way contact and concern was a death sentence for our relationship. Over time, I grew disheartened by the expectation of receiving any messages proactively from Facebook. Disappointed, I simply stopped looking to avoid adding to my longing.
Another six months passed, and I recall it was about a week after my birthday when a classmate jokingly criticized me for being impolite and not responding to my friends' birthday wishes on Facebook. Seizing a moment of free time, I opened my long-dormant account and, seeing the accumulated notifications approaching fifty, quickly sent out belated thank-you messages. Just as I scrolled down to a familiar name that read, "Happy Birthday, take care of yourself!", I stared wide-eyed at the screen in disbelief.
It was my mother; she had sent the message a week ago. Excited, I sent her thank-you messages via Facebook, text, and email. I quickly checked her profile; the latest photos showed she had permed her straight hair into waves, looking much younger. At an event, she wore a black deep-V dress, revealing a deep cleavage that accentuated her still-full figure. Looking at the downloaded photos, I was not only excited but also rekindled my fantasies about her.
That evening, when I opened Facebook again, a message immediately arrived: "I thought you'd disappeared!" With trembling, excited hands, I replied to my mother, who was online, "Mom, how are you?" "Your new hairstyle looks great! You're beautiful!" "I'm doing very well, and thank you..." After a moment of silence, I didn't know what to type. I wanted to express my longing but was also afraid of making my mother want to avoid me even more.
"Nothing to say?" My mother broke the silence. "I..." "I hope you're happy over there! That would make me happy too!" "Okay, I'm busy, I'll log off now." She was already offline when I tried to say goodbye. It's okay, that's good enough. I told myself that even a conversation that lasted less than ten minutes was more than enough for me.
Just as I was about to go to sleep, I suddenly received a text message: "I have something to do today, I'll be online at this time from now on! Talk to you later." I couldn't believe my eyes. Was my mother making an appointment with me? I quickly replied, "I'll definitely make time." Although there was no further response, I secretly rejoiced, thinking that maybe this could be a new beginning. Memories of my past with my mother began to flood my mind. I started fantasizing about her with a new hairstyle, squeezing her breasts, pinching her buttocks, and stretching out her long, stockinged legs to tease me. Unable to resist, I quickly ejaculated a few times and fell into a deep sleep.
In a daze, the scene returned to the scenic area we visited last time. My mother, pretending to be my girlfriend, was just returning to the hotel when we went upstairs together. My father was already asleep. My mother sighed, then turned around and passionately kissed me. My hand began to explore my mother's lower body from top to bottom along her abdomen. When I touched her thigh, I pinched it first, then pressed her against the wall and lifted one leg, forcefully tearing open the sheer stockings on her beautiful legs. She reached out to stop me, but it was too late. Her panties and stockings were already completely torn open, and my index and middle fingers were already deep inside her tender hole, starting to explore. "No..." My mother said this as she was overflowing with slippery honey water, breathing heavily. With a forward stride, my penis mercilessly pierced her flower core. "Your father is about to wake up... Stop it..." My mother anxiously lied to me, her swaying legs kicking my back lightly with her heel, hoping to scare me away, but she forgot that my father's thunderous snoring was still playing.
She tried to hop on one leg, twisting her body to escape each deep intrusion. Suddenly, she grabbed her mother's other leg and lifted her up, pressing her against the wall with her legs spread in an M-shape. Her fleshy buttocks were suspended in the air as she was thrust into. Seeing that she could not escape, her mother simply closed her eyes. "Counting the days, it's the 14th day... whatever... just this once..." she whispered in my ear, and then began to twist her slender waist, actively swallowing my penis with her private parts. Her panting turned into heavy breathing, and her palms kept gently stroking and grasping my back. Love fluid dripped down my penis and wet the floor. Waves of her breasts hinted at how intense our passion was.
Finally, under my mother's deliberate guidance, she chose to lie on her stomach in front of my sleeping father, allowing me to penetrate her from behind. My mother occasionally glanced at my father with contempt, seemingly as revenge. Suddenly, she twisted uncontrollably, her voice grating with a tingling "Mmm... Hurry up... I want it..." I then ejaculated inside her with great gusto. "Mom, uh... I came inside..." I said afterward, and my mother weakly rolled over, playfully tapping my head. "You came inside like that... Aren't you afraid I'll get pregnant?" I saw semen flowing from her labia in spurts. "What are you doing???" I saw my father, behind her, scramble up in shock and anger... I sat up abruptly, panting. I didn't know if this ending was a dream or a nightmare. In reality, all that awaited me was a wet sheet and a text message on my phone informing me of my online time.
Some
might think, why didn't I just take the plunge and force myself on my mother, like in those porn scenes? But what happened afterward? What were the consequences? That wasn't my original intention. Although I initially struggled to separate lust from emotion, I think it's a chicken-and-egg problem.
Reconnecting on Facebook, we were as polite as if we'd just met. After a few pleasantries, we shared mundane life stories, tacitly avoiding the past. My mother knew from my relationship status that I was still single. Although I'd considered dating, I always felt it would be a betrayal of my mother. Perhaps she knew this too, because she never wanted to hear my reasons for not having a girlfriend.
Over this long period, I learned from the photos in the album that my mother now pays great attention to her appearance, probably hoping that my father will change his mind when he sees her. However, it was her improved appearance that attracted me first. One day, I mustered up my courage and, expecting to be rejected, asked my mother to meet me. To my surprise, she readily agreed. "Really?" When I wondered if I was seeing things, she said, "It's okay if you don't want to, I don't mind..." My mother always does this. I immediately replied, "Yes, I really want to see you!" As soon as I said this, she immediately changed her mind and said, "It's almost the New Year, it's better to meet then!" That's how I was rejected.
Chinese New Year is a time for family gatherings, and as is customary, my parents returned to their hometown. Perhaps because I hadn't seen my mother for so long, I almost didn't recognize her. She sported a new hairstyle, dressed in a shirt and a short, narrow skirt, with black high heels. Her long legs, especially the flesh-colored stockings she wore, accentuated her mature charm. Although she had a typical office lady style, she was incredibly attractive to me. "You're staring at my legs the moment we meet?" my mother warned me, not forgetting to be a little naughty with my eyes. The whole family was finally reunited at this moment, but their seemingly harmonious but actually distant behavior revealed the somber atmosphere in our home. Although my mother's eyes flashed with a hint of excitement when she saw my father, his cold expression and tone quickly dashed her hopes for reconciliation. Similar things had happened to me with my mother before, and this time she truly understood what I meant.
My mother has always deliberately kept her distance from me to avoid being alone, probably because she was afraid that I would make some demands on her again. Unfortunately, no matter how much I planned, I didn't expect that my father would leave us quickly to go abroad on the second day of the Lunar New Year. It seems that only my mother and I will be able to go back to my parents' home this year. Before leaving, my father left my mother with a divorce agreement, which left her completely immersed in despair. After returning to her parents' home, she always locked herself in her old room. From her tired and pale face, I knew that she was not sleeping well. I really wanted to love and protect my pitiful mother and help her get out of the gloom. But in her heart, the root cause of this situation was me. One night, when I passed by her door, I heard my mother crying through the door.
I turned the doorknob and found it unlocked, so I just opened the door and barged in. After closing the door, my mother, with tears streaming down her face, said sternly and fearfully, "Get out!" As I got closer, she started throwing pillows at me, yelling, "Get out!" When she tried to throw more at me, I grabbed her tightly and said, "I'm sorry, though I don't know if sorry will do any good." My mother struggled violently to push me away, but a cold, angry command came through: "Let go of me! Now!" This time, I didn't obey; instead, I hugged her even tighter.
A fierce struggle ensued, and I endured a barrage of slaps to my face. I wanted to tell her what was on my mind, but there was no way to do it this way. I could only try to subdue my mother. When I came to my senses, she was lying on the bed with her wrists pinned above her head, her breasts exposed due to her disheveled clothes, and I was sitting on her thighs. She was breathing heavily. If anyone else had come in and seen this scene, they would have misunderstood. Of course, my mother misunderstood too. She coldly said, "Is this what you wanted to do to me?" Not knowing how to explain, I sighed and said before backing away, "You can blame me for all of this, but I don't regret loving the woman in front of me! I love you! Mom..." Then I went to the table, tore up the agreement on it, and left the room.
Unable to sleep, I sat on the kitchen table on the second floor until the early hours of the morning. Around 4 a.m., I noticed someone had come over. It was my mother, looking tired and wearing a pajama coat. She pulled up a chair and sat down opposite me. The two of us were silent, just staring at each other. In this silent contest, I gave up. Around 6 a.m., I started nodding off. I vaguely remember being helped to my room. When I woke up, it was already afternoon. I was holding my mother's pajama coat in my hand, and there were two pillows. When I went downstairs, I met some relatives who laughed and said, "How come we can both sleep so much?" It turned out that my mother had only woken up two hours earlier than me and had gone out for a walk.
I changed my clothes and followed the directions to where my mother might be. In a park pavilion, I saw her sitting with her back to me. I went over and sat down next to her. She looked up at me slowly, then continued staring blankly ahead. A moment later, I suddenly heard a flat voice say, "Can time turn back...?" "...Perhaps, we always have to face reality..." I felt a little cruel forcing out those words. Tears welled in my mother's eyes, which she was trying hard to hold back. Her hair was gently brushing her jade-like face in the breeze. Her sorrowful eyes made me want to hold her in my arms, but reason held me back. I noticed the obvious wrinkles on my trousers from gripping them tightly.
"I have to go back..." My mother got up and left, and I followed closely behind like a shooting star, but I didn't dare to stop or hold her hand. When dinner was being prepared, my mother joined the chefs and stopped hiding in her room. From the conversation with relatives, I learned that she seemed to have come to terms with things or perhaps chosen to face them. Since everyone was going back the next day, the dinner party that evening was quite lavish. Everyone at the table was talking non-stop, and I was the one gesticulating wildly and trying my best to be funny, trying to cheer up my mother's gloom. Of course, my mother could see it, and at the end of the meal, she finally gave me a sweet smile.
The next day, when I was buying train tickets, my mother came over and said directly to the counter, "Two tickets, thank you!" I looked at her in surprise, thinking she was going straight back to her rented apartment. "Can't I go home?" my mother replied before turning and leaving. Looking closer, I was surprised to find that she was also wearing the hair accessory I had given her, which made me secretly happy all the way home. After breaking
down
her defenses and
getting home, my mother quickly tidied the room and packed her luggage. When she came out, she had changed into a pair of shorts, her beautiful, white legs swaying in front of me, making it impossible to look away from her lower body. "If you want to look, come and help!" My mother had already run to the kitchen to prepare lunch. "Okay!" I quickly ran over, but clumsy as I was, I only made things worse, knocking the pots and pans over. However, I could tell that my mother was suppressing a smile. "Never mind, it's better if you don't mess around!"
During the meal, my mother was expressionless, while I just kept grinning like an idiot. She glared at me and muttered to herself, "Compared to your father... there's still a difference..." "What?" I was focused on my mother, so of course I heard her clearly. She was comparing me to my father? "It's okay, eat your food!" But she probably knew from my smug smile that I had heard her. When we were watching TV that night, an idol drama was playing. The male lead was also struggling to pursue the female lead, but the female lead loved someone who didn't appreciate her. Although the plot was always the same and very melodramatic, I felt a lot of emotions after watching it. Looking at my mother next to me, who was lost in thought, I got up and put my arm around her shoulder. This action seemed to snap her back to reality as if she had been electrocuted. "Tsk!!" My mother subconsciously pushed me away hard.
Thump! I fell straight to the floor because I used too much force. My tailbone hit the ground, and the pain brought tears to my eyes. I struggled to my feet, clutching my back, and tried to walk back to my room. "Ah... I didn't..." I heard my mother's apologetic voice behind me. I turned around, gave a wry smile, and waved my hand, saying, "It's okay... don't worry about it!" Just as I was about to step into the room, a pair of warm hands hugged me from behind. The warm, soft touch came from behind, and I could feel my mother's face pressed against mine. "How could a mother not care when her son is hurt?" "I know, you're still my mother..." I replied with a bitter smile. Just as I was about to continue walking forward, I found that she was firmly stopping me from moving. "Why... are you in such a hurry?" I turned around and looked at her, puzzled. "The change of identity... takes a long time..." she smiled bitterly. "I need some time..."
Overjoyed, I pinched my cheek to make sure it wasn't a dream, then hugged my mother tightly. "Tsk! What's wrong? Doesn't the hurt spot hurt anymore?" Her expression clearly said she couldn't stand me. "You weren't faking it, were you?" She gently patted the spot where I bumped into something. Damn, it still hurt. "I was going to ask you to paint some places in the house tomorrow, but it looks like I'll have to do it myself!" "It's okay, I can do it!" "No, you can only listen to me!" she said playfully. I
don't remember how I fell asleep that night; I was too excited to sleep. When I woke up, it was late. I went out of my room and saw my mother already on a ladder, painting a small patch of mottled wall with white paint. She probably hadn't changed into her work clothes because she was inexperienced, but she was also afraid of getting her clothes on, so she wore a shower cap to protect her hair. She was wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt and a light green pleated mini-skirt. Most importantly, she was wearing sheer stockings on her long, beautiful legs, which were shimmering with a soft, smooth sheen.
I jogged over to hold the ladder. "Hmph, you're awake? Almost done!" "Sorry! Mom, you look so beautiful!" "Does being sweet-talking work?" "Mom, why are you wearing stockings?" She turned and looked at me suspiciously. "Don't you like them?" Ha! So my mother wore them especially for me to see. "Hey..." I immediately pressed my face against her thigh, rubbing it against the silky feel. "Don't do that, you'll lose your balance!" My mother pointed at me coquettishly, but I was very happy. After stabilizing the ladder, I stepped up and buried my face in her cleft, my nose against her private parts, and started to inhale deeply. "Mmm... ha..." Hearing my panting, a hand pushed me down forcefully. "Alright, are you horny first thing in the morning after the New Year?" I looked up and saw my mother glaring at me angrily. She closed her eyes and then opened them again. "After you finish your breakfast, I'll come find you later!"
I wolfed down my food. I ate my breakfast slowly, watching my mother slowly descend the ladder and tidy up her things. "Come into my room in 10 minutes!" she said. I didn't wait that long; I rushed in about 5 minutes later. I saw that my mother had taken off her shower cap and top, leaving her in her underwear. She opened the wardrobe, seemingly checking what to wear on her upper body. "You're in such a hurry!" she said helplessly. "I haven't chosen my clothes yet..." Looking at my mother wearing only a white bra, a short skirt, and flesh-colored stockings, my throat tightened. "It's okay... this is fine." "Hmph, then come and lie down..." she said, raising an eyebrow and sitting on the bed.
Following her instructions, I ran over and lay down. My mother sat beside me, unzipped my pants, and grabbed my penis with one hand, starting to stroke it. "Huh? Mom, so you're not?" "Not what?" she replied calmly, then added, "Oh? You want to get to the top in one step? Dream on!" I looked disappointed. My mother saw this and said, "You don't want this? Then forget it!" Just as she was about to put her hand down, I grabbed her hand tightly. "Yes... I really want to!" My mother's lips curled up, revealing a triumphant smile. After a while, her skillful hand traced circles and roamed around my penis with her fingernails, then quickly stroked and squeezed it with her palm. Waves of pleasure washed over me, and I closed my eyes to slowly enjoy it. "Mom, you're so amazing..." I blurted out, praising her instinctively. Suddenly, after a pause, I felt a tight, pressing sensation on my penis. Looking up, I saw she had put a condom on me. "Mom? Weren't you not planning on doing it with me?" "I wasn't planning on that!" After saying that, she grabbed my penis and swallowed it whole, starting to suck and release it with her tongue. Even through the silicone membrane, I could feel the pull of her swallowing. Because of the protection, my mother was even bolder, using her tongue to roll and lick every inch from top to bottom. It was so wonderful. The long-suppressed longing and desire, under the long-awaited oral sex, made me forget the regret of wearing a condom, and I ejaculated during one of my mother's sucking moments!!
She flinched, slowly backing away. The bulging condom was still sticky with her saliva, dripping with moisture. "Heh heh..." her mother began with a smug laugh, "I knew it... thank goodness I was prepared. I didn't want you to succeed again..." She turned around, putting the box of condoms away. "Why are you still lying here? Go clean up..." her mother said, putting on her clothes as she dismissed her. That
evening at dinner, I asked if the box of condoms belonged to Dad. "It's new!" she replied absentmindedly, flipping through the book in her hands. "Why do you ask?" "Uh...it's a little small for me..." My mother looked up at me. "Uh...I bought it according to your father's old size..." "Hehe...it's happened so many times...Mom, you never noticed my size!" My mother complained, her face flushed. "How could I have noticed your size before...!!...Never mind..." It was rare to see her so shy. "Look at that big box, did you buy a lot?" "I bought so many because you'll definitely be...ah!!...going to wash the dishes often!" My mother realized that her words were tantamount to not refusing me, so she quickly ran away to change the subject. After that, no matter how I joked, my mother didn't want to talk to me.
The next day, my mother wore a thin white undershirt and a long, fitted t-shirt that reached her hips, giving the impression of a tight skirt and a different kind of allure. She was watching TV with one leg tucked in. I sat down next to her and started touching her soft leg on the sofa. She ignored me, so I continued pinching and prodding her thigh. Sometimes, when I happened to touch her sensitive spots, she would slightly raise her chin and gently pat my hand. Finally, the playful moment ended. "How am I supposed to watch TV like this…?" my mother said, her face flushed with a hint of embarrassment and anger. Seeing my mischievous look, she pouted and said, "I knew you'd do it so often… Be careful, it might hurt your health, I'm telling you…" Later,
on the bed in the room, my mother again… I put on a condom and was about to lie down and hold it when she asked, "Can we try something different?" I mustered my courage and said, "What do you want? I won't consider anything too extreme." She replied defensively, "I want to use your butt to help me..." She frowned, "No..." "Please! You're wearing underwear today, and I'm wearing a condom too... nothing will happen." After a moment of silence, she took a breath, turned around without a word, and lay face down, her buttocks perking up. I placed one hand on her fleshy buttocks and began to slide and scrape along the path from her buttocks to her private parts, using the head of my penis to push against her. Every time I scraped across my mother's private parts, her whole body would tremble or her face would turn away, as if she couldn't calm down. Finally, my penis could knock on the door.
After a while, she gradually lost strength. When I held her buttocks, I could clearly feel my mother's slippery love juice spreading there. With another thrust, my mother went limp and collapsed. After helping her turn over, before she struggled, I pinched and grabbed her thighs, spreading them into an M shape, and thrust into her tender vulva. "Ah... um..." My mother hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand to prevent herself from letting out any more moans. Her eyes were narrowed, and her neck and above were red. She unusually did not resist, only trembling with each thrust into her vulva.
"Okay...okay...that's enough...stop..." My mother reached out and pushed me away. "Almost there...just a little longer!" Soothing her as she tried to suppress herself, my mother let go of me, letting me lie on top of her. She still had her legs raised so I could thrust into her. After a few thrusts, I ejaculated because I was too excited. Pressing against her vulva, I stretched the tip of the condom like it was being filled with water. My mother's clenched crotch told me that she knew what was happening. I pushed in even deeper and thrust a few more times. Unexpectedly, the overly tight tip of the condom burst like a chewing gum balloon due to friction and pressure.
I held both of my mother's bowls tightly. "Ah...no...?" Her voice was a little anxious, but she was also overflowing with lustful fluids, her body going limp like a deflated balloon. Seeing this, I pressed even harder against the indentation that had invaded her body. Our bodily fluids mingled on her white underwear. After wiping the fragrant sweat from my mother's cheeks, she reached down to her genitals, staring blankly at the sticky semen on her hand. I brushed the hair from her face and gently stroked her cheek. "Tired...let me rest for a bit!" After my mother made this request, I left her room, satisfied.
We both knew that we had almost had sex that time, but my mother still wouldn't let me cross that line, explaining that she only allowed me to do so because the Lunar New Year holiday was coming to an end. It was then that I realized she would have to go back to her rented apartment in another city after I started working. The day she went back, she took a pair of my shoes, which puzzled me. My mother seemed to say that it would be safer that way. It was so hard to start over with her, but we were separated again because of work.
Embracing a new life,
after my mother went back, I was the one who contacted her most often. If I had to say anything different during this time, it would be that she interacted with me more on Facebook, and most importantly, she changed her relationship status to "single." I thought that was a hint from her, since she wasn't divorced yet. I stopped paying attention to my father's messages. I only found out he had gone back to the country when I bumped into him at home a few times. However, my father didn't bring up the problems between my mother and me, and he was still quite nice to me.
After a while, I noticed some middle-aged men leaving messages that showed great interest in my mother, which made me nervous. I was afraid that my mother, perhaps feeling lonely, would ask me out and end up having sex for free. I even left her a message saying, "Don't dress too provocatively when you go out..." But my mother immediately replied sourly, "It's rare... you'd tell me to dress conservatively..." Although I didn't know what she was thinking, my mother would say that I couldn't skip company parties, and she knew her limits.
Later, when I had time off, I often went to central Taiwan to visit my mother, and she would meet up with me, but she only admitted that it was just a meeting. This continued for almost a year. One time, when I stayed overnight at my mother's rented apartment, things accidentally escalated, and I finally penetrated her, engaging in intense sex. During the act, I could feel a clear shift in my mother's identity, a moment I will never forget.
An incestuous relationship between a mother and son isn't something that happens easily. Articles online often only describe how the son wants to satisfy his lust, while the mother unconditionally cooperates and endures it without complaint. There are all sorts of people in the world; perhaps such a thing exists, but it certainly didn't happen to me. Of course, I once wished my mother were a seductive woman who actively pursued me, constantly tempting me, so we could have a quick and easy affair without any lingering emotional turmoil. But my mother is just that kind of cold and proud princess, which makes me overjoyed whenever I make even the smallest breakthrough, let alone this kind of extreme development.
I believe everyone has seen plenty of stories about having sex with my mother online. I don't have the confidence to clearly describe that wonderful feeling in words right now. I can only say that a long-held desire was released in my mother's womb that night. In a while, my mother will be transferred back to her job and will move back home. At that time, there probably won't be time to keep such a record. This kind of taboo privacy will remain buried in my heart for now, and I will share it if I have the opportunity. On
our first night
together, I missed the bus home and decided to stay at my mother's rented apartment for the night. She neither refused nor welcomed me. We had been traveling all day, and my mother looked tired when she arrived, but that didn't diminish her beauty. That day, she wore a black top with small pearl trim and rose petal embellishments at the neckline, exuding a restrained and elegant beauty. She paired it with a beige chiffon skirt, nude stockings (a must-have for mature women), and blue high heels.
Upon entering the apartment, I was greeted by the strong scent of lotion, the one my mother loved to use. The small apartment was neatly furnished, making it feel less cramped. There was only one bed in the room, so it seemed we would be sharing a bed that night. As soon as my mother entered, she went to the bed and half-reclined, stretching her arms behind her head, much like a lazy kitten.
Seeing my mother lying down, I turned on the TV and started hugging her legs to relieve the fatigue in her beautiful feet from walking. Her short skirt rode up as she did this, revealing glimpses of her thighs and buttocks. A closer look revealed that she was wearing thigh-high stockings. My mother finally noticed me, who was staring blankly. "Oh, I forgot you were here..." she said, stopping her movements and covering her lower body with the blanket.
My mother was really ignoring me. I smiled and quickly climbed into bed. "Mom, let me massage your feet..." "No, it's okay..." she quickly refused. Remembering what my father had told me about my mother's personality—that she would definitely refuse at first—I directly pulled back the warm blanket, a fragrant aroma wafting out. "What do you want?" a sharp, cold voice demanded. I ignored her and reached out to massage my mother's calves. "Hmph, whatever..." she said, continuing to change the channel with the remote.
I lifted her beautiful legs and placed them on my cross-legged position, beginning to gently caress them inch by inch, pinching her soft flesh with my thumb and forefinger. The silky, warm touch kept assaulting me, and my male hormones surged. After a while, I don't know how it happened, but suddenly I reached for the inside of my mother's thigh. *Slap!* "What are you doing? Are you in heat?" My mother slapped my unruly hand and sat up.
I quickly pulled my hand back and grinned foolishly. She glared at me for a while, then slowly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again. She said in a light tone, "I'm very tired after shopping all day. I don't have the energy to help you..." Haha, as expected of my mother, she knew I wanted her to help me masturbate. I pursed my lips and smiled, "Then... I'll do it myself... but..." "But what?" "But I want to masturbate while looking at your bare labia, Mom..." "Ah? No way..." "Okay~ that way I can finish quickly and won't keep you from getting any rest..."
My mother still glared at me defensively. After a while, she looked down at her watch, lay back down, covered her lower body with the blanket, and reached inside to pull it for a while. Suddenly, she hooked her right index finger on her underwear and slowly lifted it up, tossing it to the side of her pillow. "Do as you please!" my mother said hurriedly, then slowly raised her legs in an M-shape. I lowered my body and lay down. The blanket covering her beautiful legs acted like a curtain, blocking the view between my mother and me.
My mother's secret place was finally open to the public. Beneath the dark, curly pubic hair was an oval-shaped, deep fleshy labia, the slightly parted opening gleaming with a pinkish sheen. I sneaked a sniff—wow, a fresh, sour smell! I got up and saw that my mother's eyes were closed; I didn't know if she was asleep or just resting. I started looking at this beautiful sight, fantasizing and masturbating. Each stroke, combined with the visual stimulation, gradually made me lose my reason.
Suddenly, I leaned over, stuck my tongue into her honeyed entrance, and sucked a few times. "Ah? What are you doing?" my mother cried out in feigned anger, scrambling up and pulling back the blanket. Seeing me savoring her private delight, she frantically slapped my head with her palms, but I held her tightly to my thighs, preventing her from moving. I could feel someone twisting and shaking their hips because of the stimulation, their pubic hair brushing against my cheeks and nose, their vaginal opening constantly shifting positions, trying to escape.
In the end, of course, she kicked me away, but I had already been licking for a long time, and my entire vulva was incredibly wet. My mother supported herself behind her back, her legs bent and open, looking at me with a flushed face and light breathing, her eyes filled with anger. "How dare you? You dare to do this?" I touched my head, which was sore from being hit, and smiled bitterly. "I just wanted to make you feel good, Mom... I feel like you're enjoying it too..." "What nonsense are you talking about?" "I'm sorry..." I apologized with my hands clasped together. "Hurry up and finish your dirty business..." After saying that, she lay down and quickly covered her face with the blanket.
Hehe, I don't know if my mother was blushing because she was seen or because she was too angry to see me, but seeing that her vulva was slowly secreting clear, watery love fluid, I felt very proud. I slowly climbed onto her body and gently pulled the blanket off her face. My mother turned her face to the side, slowly opened her eyes and looked at me. "What else do you want to do?" Her tone was flat but contained a little shyness. "I want to kiss you as an apology..." "So many tricks..." After my mother finished speaking, she turned her face to me.
The moment I kissed her, my mother responded, reaching out to grab the hair at the back of my head and rubbing it gently. Sweet saliva flowed from her tongue, and our bodies twisted and rubbed together from the passionate kiss. Suddenly, I felt my glans slide into a groove, and I immediately knew what it was. My mother quickly patted my chest, and I could tell from the puffing breath that she was eager to speak.
It was instinctive! After I exerted force, my mother suddenly pushed my upper body away with all her might. I quickly looked down at our genitals. She covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes wide, her brows furrowed in anxiety. With another push, *swoosh*, the last part of my exposed penis penetrated her body. "Ughhhhhhh!" A sorrowful and helpless cry escaped her lips, large tears streaming down her face. Startled, I stopped my thrusting. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" She just kept sobbing and crying. I gently stroked her cheek and wiped away her tears. A few minutes later, I nervously asked again, "Did I hurt you?" "Did it hurt you?"
She wiped the tears from her face, stopped sobbing, took a few deep breaths, and then slowly opened her eyes. With a gentle, half-smiling expression and tears in her eyes, she shook her head at me and gently stroked my back. Only then did I realize that her crying just now was a farewell to her identity as a mother, a role she had upheld for so many years. The moment her son's penis penetrated her, the mother reacted like a shy virgin being deflowered. The cruelty represented by the moment of actual sex forced her to abandon all of that, transforming under the influence of her accumulated emotions into a woman, the woman of the man before her.
I slightly twisted my waist, and my mother tilted her head back. Without exchanging a word, we began our first time together. From her fragrant breath, I knew she was uninhibited. She propped herself up on her beautiful legs and began to penetrate my tight flower. My long-held desire was finally fulfilled. My mother's hands intertwined, gripping my back tightly. Her half-open lips seemed to want to utter even more wanton sounds. With a series of rapid thrusts, she tilted her head back, her eyes tightly closed, biting her lower lip.
When she lowered her head, she opened her alluring eyes and gave me a flirtatious look, pouting as if complaining about how I was doing this to her. Changing the angle, my glans thrust upwards and to the left. "Ah..." she frowned again, gripping my arm tightly. I pulled back and thrust again to the right. "Mmm..." she trembled all over. My hands continuously pinched and squeezed her silky, smooth legs, leaving red finger marks on her fair skin. My mother gently grasped my hand and shook her head, knowing I had hurt her.
Now, let's try a different approach. I straightened one of her legs and lifted it up. My mother was incredibly flexible. I turned my head to suckle her smooth, tender flesh, leaving hickeys on her beautiful leg. When I showed them to her, she glared at me, and even tried to cover the hickeys with her hand. Haha, I thought she was so adorable. Suddenly, I lowered her beautiful leg and thrust into her again. "Oh~!" My mother was caught off guard by the sudden invasion. Her vagina kept secreting nectar to lubricate my penis, and her previously tight vagina finally started to open up. I boldly began to kiss every inch of the soft flesh inside her vaginal walls with the head of my penis, carefully experiencing my mother's wonderful reproductive organs.
My mother, who hadn't had sex in a long time, swayed her shoulders vigorously, her lower abdomen rose and fell, and her toes curled up and down, all betraying her feelings. When I noticed, my mother had already straightened her legs and lifted them up, opening them wide in a V-shape, seemingly welcoming my intrusion. After a while, her breathing became heavy, her eyes were sometimes hazy and sometimes shy, and her cheeks were flushed with spring passion.
The increasingly excited movements lifted my mother's fleshy buttocks slightly off the bed. She frantically clutched the blankets and sheets, "Mom, you're so good..." These words seemed to awaken something within her, and she began anxiously saying, "Okay...okay...stop...I don't want it anymore...I don't want it anymore..." But I was no longer an obedient child, but a man conquering a woman. "Almost there?" she asked, her mouth agape, unable to speak, her brow furrowed.
A powerful thrust slammed in, the head of my penis sinking into some tender flesh. "Mmm!!!" A short, soft moan cut through my reason. My mother's lower abdomen contracted, her nails digging almost into the flesh of my back, her legs trembling, her toes, encased in stockings, tightly clenched and curled. I deliberately stopped, watching her trembling body repeatedly suck on my penis. It was so satisfying. At that moment, the walls of her vagina clenched and sucked, and following this momentum, I thrust a few more times, quickly bringing the pleasure to its peak.
With each contraction and release, I began to unleash the burning desire that had been burning within me for so long, pressing against my mother's innermost part. "Ah...you can't ejaculate inside..." My mother, still in a daze, knew what the heat was all about. "No...it's the danger period...let go..." My mother, who couldn't even finish her sentences, naturally didn't have the strength to break free. She symbolically pounded me with her soft fist. I could feel the force of the ejaculated semen hitting something and rebounding onto my glans, tightly blocking the entrance. Although I had ejaculated, the excitement from having sex with my mother kept me hard. Several minutes passed, and I continued to push inward. "You...you're letting it...go...in...more...in...hey! You'll get pregnant!" My mother had recovered from the afterglow and began to resist forcefully, pressing against my chest with increasing force.
"Let me go!!" my mother commanded angrily. By then, I had almost finished ejaculating and withdrew after going soft inside her. At that moment, a thin, white thread of semen still connected my penis to her labia, a testament to our recent union. My mother anxiously stood up and ran to grab some toilet paper to wipe her private parts. It seemed that only a little semen had leaked out. Seeing the sparse liquid on the toilet paper, she deflated like a punctured balloon and slowly squatted down against the wall. She spread her five fingers and pressed them against my slightly protruding lower abdomen, saying softly, "You're pushing your luck... You've gone too far..."
We didn't sleep that night, and I was kicked out early the next morning. My mother was very resentful about my ejaculation inside her that time and wouldn't let me see her for a long time. Perhaps because I was being transferred back and we were going to live together again, she was willing to reconcile with me, but she only agreed to help me masturbate. At least she wasn't ignoring me. However, such a beautiful mother is already a rare find.

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