Mother and child on the train

I wasn't a good student growing up, and the academic atmosphere wasn't very strong in the countryside. After graduating from junior high, I went to a vocational high school. I spent a year in Qingdao, but I felt too lonely and didn't adapt well to the climate, so I moved to Guangzhou. My parents are both in Guangzhou; my father is a manager at a hotel, and my mother is an accountant at a company in the same district. They've both been there for a long time and are considered white-collar workers. They rent a nice two-bedroom apartment near my mother's company. So, after my job situation became unsatisfactory, I came to Guangzhou to live with them. At the end of the year, the company gave out year-end bonuses, and since living with my parents meant less spending, I wanted to buy them some gifts. But my father said he didn't need any for himself and suggested buying my mother an outfit. He said he was busy with the year-end work and asked me to go shopping with her so she would look nice when we went home for the New Year. So, I told my mother about it at dinner that day. She seemed very excited. She said she would buy a coat when we got home, otherwise, it would be inconvenient to carry too much stuff on the road, and she would just buy some underwear instead. My mom asked if I was okay with it, and of course I readily agreed. I could easily buy anything, from underwear to even a billboard in Times Square. The next day, I got up very early and took a bus directly to an underwear store on Beijing Street. When I got to the door, I felt a little embarrassed, since it was full of women's underwear.Moreover, looking out the door, there were no male customers among the people moving around inside. Seeing me standing there dumbfounded, my mother laughed and asked, "What's wrong? Are you worried I'll empty your wallet and then you won't be able to appease your girlfriend?" My mother knew I'd been dating someone for almost two years. I quickly explained, and then my mother smiled and took my hand, leading me inside. Her hand was warm, and my face was hot too. My mother must be a regular customer here; as soon as she entered, she smiled and said to the saleswoman in the white suit, "My son! Come with me to buy some clothes." Then my mother looked around, went into the fitting room, and tried on several items, finally choosing a pink lace bra with semi-transparent lace panties. I stood beside the racks full of lingerie, watching her come out of the fitting room and compare her figure to the mirror. In a hazy moment, I felt like I was seeing my mother again. The simple, rural woman I remembered had suddenly transformed into a voluptuous, mature working woman. She was wearing such sexy lingerie, and her figure had suddenly become sexy—a 36D bra, and a round, plump bottom under a tight white sweater. Emerging from the fitting room again, my mother looked different. Her coat wasn't buttoned up, her full breasts were prominently displayed, her clothes stretched taut, her beautiful curves cascading down her chest, her large hips both conservative and alluring. She didn't look like she was over 40 at all. She asked me how I looked. Although I'd accompanied my girlfriend to buy lingerie before, standing in front of her, it felt as if all the other customers and the cashier were watching me. I could only say she looked great, then urged her to hurry up, confirm, pay, and leave. After buying a set at that lingerie store, we went to the mall to the south, and finally bought a set of shaping cotton thermal underwear at Wanda Plaza. Afterwards, we had lunch in the mall. It was very warm inside, and my mother seemed quite excited after shopping for so long. We sat by the window, surrounded by passersby. My mother's face was flushed from the heat of the hot food, and she smiled as she told me about her interesting work experiences. I, while trying to keep up, was lost in thought. Today, my mother's rosy lips were particularly alluring and mysterious. Back home, Mom couldn't wait to take apart her bra, wash a bunch of it, and then dry it. That evening, after taking a shower, Mom sat on the sofa with her hair down, watching TV with Dad, who rarely didn't work overtime. She wore a white, long, fleece-lined robe-like nightgown, the belt tightly tied around her waist. I sat diagonally opposite them, and when I glanced up casually, I seemed to discover a secret: Mom didn't seem to be wearing a bra after her shower; I could vaguely see two points protruding from her chest, probably her nipples. This was something I hadn't noticed before, or rather, I had seen it before but never felt this way. I remembered when I was little, Mom changing her bra in front of me; her full waist was snow-white and smooth, and her two breasts stood firmly on her chest. I hadn't seen anything like that since middle school. I froze, talking to my dad while playing on my phone, then sneaking a glance at my mom. She looked stunning in that outfit, especially since we were at home and there were no guests. She leaned casually against the sofa, one hand on my dad's shoulder, her beautiful figure on full display. Her ample breasts rose and fell dramatically under her clothes with each movement. That bathrobe was perfect. My mom casually asked if I liked her outfit, and I gave a perfunctory answer. My dad chuckled and chimed in, saying I'd grown up and should try to bring my girlfriend home for the New Year—time to get things done. Neither of them noticed anything amiss with me. That night, I had a terrible nightmare, my mind filled with images of my mother… A few days later, after my father arranged his work at his department, the three of us boarded the train back to Changde, Hunan, for the Spring Festival. We had bought tickets in advance and paid extra to get two lower berths and one middle berth online. I remember clearly that noon that day, I was tidying up the room, covering things up to prevent dust. We left home around 4 PM. My mother wore a beige scarf over a white fitted long down jacket, with black leggings underneath. Because of the crowds during the year-end rush, we had a quick meal and arrived at the waiting room early. After a long and crowded queue, we finally boarded the sleeper carriage at 10 PM. As mentioned before, my parents were sleeping in the lower berths. My dad is a bit overweight, so as his son, I naturally had to sleep in the less desirable middle berth. When we arrived at our three-person carriage, I found an old man fast asleep in my middle berth, his bed crammed full of bags and luggage. I went over to wake him, but my mom nudged me from behind and said not to bother, suggesting I share with her. She said he was already asleep, and it wasn't easy for someone his age to come home. I hesitated for a moment and said okay. My dad said he could sleep here too, and my mom laughed, pointing at me and saying that if the two of us lay together in such a narrow bed, whoever was on the outside would be pushed off. I stuffed my luggage into the overhead compartment. The train was very warm, so I took off my coat and sat on the edge of the bed, chatting idly with my mom while looking at my phone. The train swayed and started moving, the conductor came to check tickets, and the carriage gradually quieted down. The new passengers boarding at the station gradually fell asleep. I looked up and saw that my dad had lain down and was already snoring. My mother whispered to me, "Let's go to sleep." I told her to sleep on the inside and I would sleep on the outside. The sleeper berth was indeed cramped, not designed for two people. I lay on my side and shifted slightly, almost falling off the bed. My mother felt it and pulled her back up a little, gently taking my hand and pulling it to her body, whispering, "If you hold Mom while you sleep, you won't fall off!" Suddenly, I remembered my mother's underwear from a few days ago. Now, lying next to her, my face flushed, and my heart pounded. My left hand stiffly reached under my mother's armpit to hug her. Since we were lying down, my mother had taken off her coat and was wearing what I thought was the thermal underwear I bought for her. My left hand gently pressed against my mother's full and firm breasts. Smelling the fragrance of her hair, I didn't dare to breathe too hard, but I still got an erection. I was wearing sweatpants and thermal underwear underneath, so there was nothing restricting my movements. My mother must have felt my hand too. I felt her body stiffen slightly, and she moved her buttocks slightly inward, but it didn't seem to move much. It was indeed too cramped. My face was burning hot, and my whole body was stiff. My penis was rock hard, and after a while, I felt very tired. Every time I moved, my mother's penis would stiffen as well. We went through cycles of moving and remaining still. After a while, my mother broke the silence: "Son, go to sleep, it's so late!" I just hummed in response, and the atmosphere improved slightly. I started chatting with my mother, but my mind was buzzing, and my penis was still pressed against my mother's buttocks. I don't even know what we were talking about. My mother probably didn't want to disturb others, so she pulled the blanket up to cover both of our heads. It seemed like she was talking about my boyfriend, asking how things were going, and whether we could get married soon. I didn't dare move, but my lower body was still pressed tightly against my mother's buttocks. I could feel her breathing quicken; her back was hot, and she seemed tense. The train was bumping a bit, and I couldn't help but gently press my hand against her breasts in rhythm with the movement. Fortunately, she didn't react and didn't push my hand away. If she had made even the slightest move, I probably would have stopped immediately. I was impulsive at the time, and for some reason, I started touching my mother's breasts. She didn't object, but her voice grew softer. I slowly caressed her breasts, being careful not to make too much noise, as her breasts were large, and my erection was very strong. I touched her like this for about ten minutes, then, taking advantage of a yawn, I reached down and touched my penis with my right hand, rubbing it against my mother's buttocks. My body swayed slightly, and her back hardened instantly. I waited a moment, and seeing that she didn't object, I gently swayed my hips and slowly began to rub against her. My heart was racing, and with the enclosed space and the special relationship between the woman next to me, it wasn't long before I felt aroused. I started to move my hips more vigorously. My mother probably sensed it, or perhaps she wanted to end this awkward situation quickly, so she moved her hips a couple of times to meet my movements, positioning my penis precisely between her legs. My hands involuntarily began to knead my mother's full breasts, and I tightened my embrace, bringing us incredibly close, as if I wanted to meld her into my body. I thrust my lower body against her buttocks with increasing force, until finally, my mother felt a warm rush from behind, and my movements slowly subsided. I thought I heard my mother sigh, and holding her, I dared not make any further moves. I thought this would be the end of it, but the wet feeling in my groin was uncomfortable, and my mind was in turmoil, making it difficult to fall asleep. My mind wandered, and soon I felt my penis slowly rise again. This time I was bolder, and I started to use force again. My left hand gently grabbed my mother's breasts from above, while my right hand went under her armpit, up her belly, and into her thermal underwear, directly grabbing her breast.com">Wildflower Drama Films t">Top-Grade Porn Films A-Grade Porn Films 100 Free Play. Mom shifted her body, pressing down on my mischievous hand, but having already ejaculated, I suddenly became fearless. I rubbed against her, lifting half of her shirt, my stomach pressed against her burning back. After caressing it for a while, I wasn't satisfied. My left hand slid down her skin. Mom probably realized my intentions and was clearly unwilling this time, but with her back to me, she couldn't exert force, and given the difference in physical strength between men and women, I couldn't stop her. My left hand went down, slipping under her thermal underwear and into the edge of her panties. She panicked a little, trying to turn to her side and lie flat while using her left hand to block mine, but she wouldn't move too much. I was already aroused and wouldn't let her have her way. My right hand was on top of her shoulders, and my left hand suddenly pushed directly into her panties. Mom was clearly unprepared for this. By the time she felt the position of my left hand, it was too late, and she suddenly gave up struggling. My left hand gently caressed my mother's mons pubis, where thick hair grew. It felt warm there. My index finger lightly tapped her labia, and for some reason, she didn't object this time. I slowly pulled down my underwear, which pressed tightly against my mother's buttocks. I adjusted my penis and inserted it between her legs. Even through her clothes, I could feel its tightness and heat. I kissed the back of her neck, gently moving my penis and rubbing it slowly. My left hand gradually pulled down her thermal pants, then her underwear. My mother was clearly cooperating; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to pull them down with one hand. I felt my mother suddenly squeeze my penis between her legs, almost making me ejaculate. A little annoyed, I kissed the back of her neck hard. A few minutes later, I suddenly felt my mother touch my genitals with her hand. I continued to caress her breasts. I held my left hand down for a while, then guided my penis inside... I didn't make any big movements, just slowly inserting it little by little. Every time I inserted it, my mother would cooperate by sticking her buttocks back up. I also tried to insert it as deeply as possible. It felt so good at that moment. My mother's body was very soft, her breasts were soft, and her lower body was hot and soft... I was very excited at that moment, and I ejaculated in just a few minutes. It definitely didn't last as long as when I was with my girlfriend. But when I ejaculated, Mom seemed to not want me to come. She pressed down on my buttocks with her hands, while her buttocks were still moving slowly. She was very wet inside. I continued to caress Mom's breasts with my hands. Although I had already ejaculated twice, it was Mom in front of me, which was incredibly stimulating. Not long after, I got hard again inside Mom. This time, I lasted a long time. Mom's body trembled, her lower body tightened, and her buttocks arched sharply. I knew Mom had orgasmed, so I pressed harder against Mom's buttocks and thrust slowly and forcefully, going all out. I ejaculated again, this time a lot. Mom later took out toilet paper from her bag, and we both wiped ourselves. I even helped Mom wipe herself. Under the cover of night, I threw the toilet paper into the bathroom. Then I got dressed and really fell asleep… We arrived the next day. I felt very awkward at home, especially when I was alone, but Mom seemed completely unaffected, nothing had changed. Nothing happened between us after we got home… While watching the New Year's Eve dinner, Dad prepared a lot of red wine, saying he wanted to have a good drink since there was nothing much to do during the Spring Festival. Dad really drank too much, and Mom drank quite a bit too. He fell asleep while watching the Spring Festival Gala. Mom and I gently helped Dad back to the bedroom, made the bed, and Mom took off his coat and put him in bed. We closed the bedroom door so Dad could get a good night's sleep. In the living room, Mom sat in the middle of the sofa. The air conditioner was on. She was only wearing a turtleneck sweater, black leggings, and cotton slippers. I sat next to her and watched for about half an hour. Then, Mom slowly leaned closer to me. My mind was still on the train. I tentatively pulled Mom into my arms... but I didn't dare to do anything else because Dad was sleeping in the room. After a while, Mom suddenly turned around and whispered in my ear, "Your dad drank some alcohol and is sleeping very soundly. He won't wake up no matter how much you disturb him..." Hearing Mom say this, I became very excited. I thought what happened on the train could only happen once, but I didn't expect Mom to be willing to do it with me again. So I became bolder and started kissing Mom's neck and ears... My hands were also constantly touching her breasts. I noticed that Mom wasn't wearing a bra... After a while, I turned off the TV, pulled Mom into my bedroom, turned on the computer, and watched a live stream online. The volume was quite loud. We locked the door and told Mom that if Dad woke up, we should say we didn't want to wake him and that we would watch it on the computer. I didn't have sex with my mom right away. We talked for a long time while I was with her. My mom told me that the reason we did it so easily on the train was because she had visited a lot of pornographic websites when she was bored, and read a lot of novels about incest between mothers and sons and watched Japanese pornographic films about incest between mothers and sons. She wasn't particularly opposed to incest between mothers and sons, and she had a lot of sexual fantasies. Sometimes when she had sex with my dad, she would imagine him as me, and she would find it very exciting. So she went along with it on the train. She also found it very exciting and asked me if I could accept such a thing happening, and if I thought she was very lewd... I told my mom that I also found it very exciting, and I accepted her. Besides, how many boys our age haven't read novels about incest between mothers and sons, and how many of them have an Oedipus complex? My mother seemed happy to hear me say that… I continued to touch my mother's breasts with one hand, while my other hand touched her genitals. Her genitals were very soft and wet. I touched them for a long time. Later, my mother slowly took off her bra. This time, lying on my mother's back on the bed, I returned to the place where I was born… Because my father slept next door, it was really exciting… That night, my mother and I did it several times… Later, I had more private conversations with my mother. We kept talking about incest between mother and son. The good thing was that neither of us felt pressured and could accept it. Of course, we had to keep it from my father and not go too far. We still wanted a complete family. My mother also asked me to promise that this would end after I got together with my girlfriend. But I read some of Li Yinhe's books with my mother, including the article "On the Possibility and Necessity of Mother-Son Sexual Relationships," which made me even more convinced that our relationship could continue. Now we're back to work in Guangzhou. A few days ago, Dad stayed home and didn't go to work or go out, so we didn't have a chance to talk to him. On the 6th, we heard that Dad was going on a business trip. His flight was at 11:30 pm, and he would probably have to leave home around 9 pm. I was so happy! Another opportunity had come.

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