(A mother-son relationship fraught with conflict, a secret hidden in the darkness)

It was late at night. There was no light outside the window, and the trees were silent, without a sound. Dad, panting, climbed off Mom and lay down silently to one side, breathing heavily. Mom shifted, making a rustling sound on the large bed. I curled up to one side, pretending to sleep, my snores rising and falling, as I waited excitedly. My dad worked at the oil field as an ordinary technical engineer, leaving early and returning late every day—I thought it was very hard work. Mom worked at the elementary school in the oil field. Our house was a one-and-a-half-room apartment. I was fourteen then, and in the eyes of the oil field workers, I was still a little kid, so I slept in the same large bed with them. Our family lived a very peaceful life, just like this ordinary night. I listened quietly for a while; Dad's panting gradually stopped, followed by thunderous snoring. Dad was fast asleep. I knew the following time belonged to me. I saw that my mother was lying on her side, her back to me. In the dim moonlight, I could vaguely see her profile, still with those long, sexy curves. I quietly and carefully approached her, lifted the thin blanket, and my hand immediately began to caress her round buttocks. Her buttocks were still damp with sweat, probably from writhing under my father earlier. My mother moved slightly, without making a sound, but simply protruded her buttocks a little more towards me; it seemed she wasn't satisfied. Her lower body was still naked, completely bare. My hand gently caressed my mother's firm buttocks, those mature and sexy buttocks that I had once longed for most, but I still preferred to see them swaying as she walked, encased in her pants. After caressing her buttocks for a while, my hand moved directly between her legs. Soon I touched her vulva; because she had just been penetrated, her vagina was still wet, with thick, sticky fluid on her large labia majora. My mother was so wet today! Her pubic hair lay flat against her vulva, like tender grass lying prostrate on the ground after a rain. I stroked my mother's plump labia majora back and forth; they were slippery and very fun. Her buttocks trembled slightly, and my caresses responded. I gently parted her labia majora with my fingers, and then inserted my middle finger directly inside. Her buttocks trembled again; I felt her vagina was very wet and slippery, I couldn't tell if it was his own fluids or my father's semen, like a small pond filled with water. I was about to swim in this little pond! I moved my other hand around her body and stopped at her breasts. My mother's breasts were large, not very elastic, very soft and large, and already somewhat sagging. I touched her breasts, gently kneading them; her nipples were still hard, it seemed the passion hadn't subsided. After playing with her breasts for a while, I touched her vulva directly, because that was her sensitive area. My mother had a lot of pubic hair, a dense clump. I easily found her clitoris, pinching and kneading the little cherry between my fingers. I could feel her body trembling, and her vagina seemed to be releasing more fluid. I could finally make love to my mother easily next to my father; it was the result of a long period of adjustment. We were both immersed in this indescribable pleasure and stimulation. Her hand reached behind her and accurately grasped my already rock-hard, thick penis, stroking it back and forth a few times before gently rubbing the head with her thumb. My fluids had already come out, sticking to the head of my penis from her rubbing. This was the prelude to my mother wanting me to fuck her. I knew she was already aroused and needed the big thing in her hand. Sure enough, when I leaned forward slightly, she quickly pulled my penis close to her wet labia, pressing it against them. I felt her body heat transfer from there to the head of my penis—it was so hot! I carefully supported her buttocks with my hands, then used my waist to slowly insert my penis into her vagina until it was fully inside, my glans pressing against the spot where I was born fifteen years ago. I heard my mother let out a soft sigh, or perhaps a sigh of relief; I knew the feeling of fullness had filled her. Her vagina was very loose; after all, she wasn't a young girl anymore. My mother, just over forty, had been fucked countless times by my father, not to mention she had given birth to me. But I didn't mind. When my mother asked me this question, I clearly stated that I didn't mind her loose vagina, which reassured her. My penis began to move back and forth in my mother's soft vagina, slowly and powerfully, one stroke at a time. I knew my mother liked doing this. Her vagina was very slippery, so wet that it was already sticking to my pubic hair. I thoroughly enjoyed my mother's soft vagina because it was so easy to fuck her; I could easily thrust back and forth. At that moment, I didn't see her as my beloved mother, but as a complete slut, a far cry from the dignified teacher I was during the day. I fucked her from behind for about 20 minutes. Her vagina started to tighten, and she gripped my penis tightly with her vagina, moving her hips to meet my thrusts. We tried to keep the bed stable, but I could clearly hear the sound of my penis moving in and out of her vagina—that sticky, squelching sound, so lewd and stimulating. After about 10 more minutes, I heard her breathing become heavier, and the hand gripping my wrist tightened. I knew her orgasm was coming, so I fucked her even harder, each thrust reaching her almost open cervix. Under my stimulation, my mother suddenly shuddered, trembled violently, and then her hand fell limply to her side. At that moment, I felt her vagina begin to contract very violently, and a large amount of fluid gushed out. I couldn't be left behind, and a few dozen seconds after my mother's orgasm, I couldn't hold back either. I thrust my penis deep into her vagina and ejaculated wildly into her almost wide-open cervix! I believe most of my semen has returned to where it came from. Speaking of which, my history of sexual intercourse with my mother can be traced back to a year ago. During that year, our sex life was very harmonious and fulfilling. My mother once told me that my father couldn't satisfy her, and I could fill that gap. Therefore, my mother really enjoyed having sex with me, secretly having sex and cheating on my father. My mother is essentially a very traditional woman. To outsiders, she is a traditional virtuous wife and loving mother, an excellent teacher. But I think it was precisely this traditionalism that suppressed her emotions and, for a considerable period, stifled her interest in sex, until my arrival. Interestingly, in public, in the rational daytime, my mother remained a strict, model mother. Only in the darkness of desire did she unleash her passion, opening the door to her desires to welcome the impact of her husband's and her own son's large penises. In fact, desire itself is a strange thing. (II) Even now, I don't understand why my mother only slightly resisted my harassment before acquiescing. I think it might be because her sexual desire was too strong? But is there any reason to prove this conjecture? After all, my mother didn't have any men other than my father and me, so I simply stopped thinking about this question, even though it's somewhat related to the topic. When I was a teenager, my sexual awareness was just beginning to emerge. I remember often sleeping between them. Once, I suddenly had desire again, not in a dream, but in reality. I reached out and touched his thigh. My mother moved, so I stopped, then gently stroked him again, and then purposefully moved closer to his groin. When I touched his genitals through his underwear, my mother's whole body shrank. I was startled, but soon I touched her thigh again, slowly moving upwards. My mother flinched again. This time I dared not move, because I had assumed my mother was asleep, which gave me the courage to do so. Later, my mother told me she wasn't asleep at all. My physical relationship with her had lasted for several years since I was sixteen, and it had always been very harmonious and fulfilling, at least that's what my mother and I thought. My mother was a good teacher, a good wife, and a first-rate lover. My mother was over forty, but her figure remained perfect—a slim waist, full hips, and although her large breasts had sagged a bit, they still looked very sexy with a bra. My mother had short hair, which looked very neat and refreshing. I had watched her teach from outside her classroom more than once, and I thought she was most beautiful then. This is an oilfield area, and most of the residents have some direct connection to the oilfield. I always felt that we were very little affected by the outside world; we were almost like a small, independent city, with our own unique local customs. In this social environment, I feel my mother is still very traditional, a typical virtuous wife and loving mother. My mother's smile, with its pursed lips, is very sexy. She doesn't talk much, even when making love with my father; no matter how intense the impact, she only moans softly, unlike the screams of actresses in adult films these days. This is probably just her personality. Only when making love with me does my mother...Mom was different from usual. I felt she was very direct at this time, as if this was something she should do. I still don't understand why. The only reasonable explanation is that too many things, such as identity, position, and other social public image, constrained his outward expression, and many sexual desires were suppressed. At home, he found secret satisfaction in me. This is obviously almost perverted, but I have never thought it was perverted. I have never thought of it that way. I have systematically studied the phenomenon of incest and discussed it with my mother, but she was a little angry and said, "Why discuss these things? How boring." (III) Dad is finally away on a business trip again! This is my holiday! Dad doesn't go on business trips often throughout the year. Sometimes he doesn't go out for a whole year. The most he has gone is three times, all to other places for expert seminars on oil production. This time Dad said he would be back in a week. I couldn't hide my excitement. Dad thought I was strange and asked me why I was so excited. I said, "Dad, when you go out, won't you bring me something nice when you come back?" When I looked at him, Mom didn't have any expression. That night, it was just my mom and me sleeping in the big bed. The room was very dark after the lights were off, but after a while, I could see a little. Then I saw my mom staring at me with her eyes wide open. My heart raced, and I reached my hand under the covers to touch her. She was wearing underwear. When I touched her, she grabbed my hand and pulled it to her breast. Then she lifted the covers and pulled me close, holding me tightly in her arms. I rubbed her large, full breasts; they felt so good! I whispered in her ear, "Mom, yours are so big." She laughed, reached down to my genitals, and grabbed my penis, saying, "Yours are big too, aren't they?" After playing with her breasts for a while, I told her to undress completely, and I undressed too. I started touching her vagina. She spread her legs wide and laughed, saying, "Your dad's not home today, so you can touch as much as you want!" His genitals were full, like a large meat bun, or a plump, split peach, with a thick tuft of pubic hair near the top. Mom was already wet; she touched my hand. His vagina was long and large, soft and slippery, making it easy to insert a finger at the base, making it even wetter inside. His hand was also stroking my penis, enjoying each stroke. After it became hard, Mom sat up, climbed on top of me, and whispered excitedly, "Today Mom is going to fuck you, fuck your big penis with her vagina, fuck you until you ejaculate." Mom emphasized the word "fuck," with great excitement. Mom straddled me, holding my penis in her hand and aiming it at her vaginal opening, rubbing the glans back and forth until it was covered in the fluid from her vagina. Then she lowered her buttocks, swallowing my entire penis in one swift motion. Mom leaned on the bed with both hands, brushed her hair aside with one hand, and whispered excitedly, "It's in! Mom's going to fuck you!" Then she started thrusting her hips back and forth violently, as if it were really Mom fucking me. I was incredibly excited and matched her movements. While fucking me, Mom asked, "How is it? Is it comfortable? You little rascal?" I didn't know what to say, I just kept thrusting my lower body in response to her movements. Her movements became more and more intense, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and the smacking of vaginal fluids mingling together, further stimulating us. In this position, Mom was on top for about twenty minutes, which was unprecedented. In this "good" environment, perhaps stimulating her sexual desire, more mature female sexual desire erupted like a volcano, and her movements became more and more intense. Each deep thrust to the root almost suffocated me. I could see her large breasts shaking up and down like surging waves. After about ten more minutes, his thighs began to tighten, and I felt his vagina tighten as well. She lay on top of me, her buttocks thrusting heavily a few more times before pressing down, beginning a grinding motion. I knew his orgasm was coming. You see, orgasms are so important to my mother. She once said that she could only reach orgasm when she was having sex with me, under intense stimulation; the feeling was indescribable, and I believed her. Her orgasm came late; she was the kind of woman who was slow to arouse, but once she did, it was a continuous surge until the river of desire overwhelmed all the dams of reason. I think that's probably why she accepted my sexual advances and became so immersed in it. His juices flowed violently; I could feel the intense heat and moisture. After a long period of panting and trembling, my mother climbed up again, climbed onto my head, spread her thighs, and slowly brought her vulva close to my face until her wet vulva was pressed against my mouth. My mother liked this position; a position that would be embarrassing for many women, yet it brought my mother a second orgasm. I greedily stuck out my tongue, licking and sucking my mother's soaking wet vulva, but focusing on her clitoris. I knew her needs, knew what she wanted to do. That slightly fishy, slightly astringent taste shot straight to my brain, like a powerful stimulant, almost driving me to the brink of collapse. Using every trick in the book, my tongue almost numb, my mother finally let out a soft moan: "Coming!" Then, that familiar, mature vulva sealed my mouth, and at that moment, I felt her trembling, a trembling of excited trembling deep within her vagina. For almost the entire night, my mother and I battled endlessly, tirelessly, as if the world were about to end, as if time were about to run out. I never thought about the future, only the present. (IV) Speaking of what happened after that, I don't remember much. Everything seems blurry. I don't remember exactly how many times I had sex with my mother, but one thing is certain: almost all of it happened in the dark. Perhaps it was the thrill of this clandestine, incestuous sex in the dark that brought my mother such extraordinary orgasms. But I remember one exception: our sex happened during the day. Because that was the only time, I remember it very clearly. It seemed like several years had passed since my first time with my mother, about three years. By then, my mother had become the principal of her elementary school. It was a hot summer day. I went to her office to pick up the middle school entrance exam materials she had collected for me. It was afternoon. Her office was on the fourth floor, towards the back. The office wasn't very big, but it had a suite: an outer office and an inner small living room/rest room. When I arrived, my mother was taking an afternoon nap in the rest room. Perhaps my opening the door startled my mother. She asked who it was from the inner room, and I answered. When I went in, I saw my mother reclining on a single bed. She was wearing a light blue suit skirt, a pale red striped shirt, and one of her fair thighs was dangling off the edge of the bed, wearing very common flesh-colored stockings. Seeing me come in, my mother was getting up. To my utter dismay, as she got up, I caught a glimpse of her underwear through the hem of her skirt—red lace panties! You see, I had never seen such a thing before. Heaven knows when my mother got them; I later learned that my father had brought them back from a business trip. Although it was only for a moment, the image of those red lace panties tightly covering my mother's full mons pubis remained in my mind. The sudden exposure made my mind go blank, and the sensation of flesh touching in the dark night immediately surged up. I could almost feel the softness and wetness beneath that small red patch, and my penis almost instantly became erect! Mom clearly noticed my reaction. She instinctively tugged at her skirt, then stood up expressionlessly and went to the outer office to retrieve documents from a drawer. I followed behind her, watching her every move intently. As she bent over, I saw the outline of her lace panties, tightly encased by her skirt. That outline made me lose all rationality from the daytime. I quickly pulled down my pants; my engorged penis was about to explode. I walked over, grabbed her waist, and pressed my penis against her buttocks. Mom was surprised by my sudden attack. She turned and pushed me away, saying in a low, stern voice, "You little devil! Don't you know where you are?! Are you trying to kill me?!" I remained unmoved, facing Mom with my naked lower body and erect penis. Mom saw my naked lower body, glanced quickly at the door, and seeing it was closed tightly, still scolded me in a low, stern voice, "You little devil! Do you want to die? Put your clothes on!" Then Mom went to the door and locked it from the inside. I still didn't move, and followed her. Her face was flushed, and her lips were tightly pursed. After a slight hesitation, she pushed me into the lounge. Once inside, Mom caught her breath, gave me a reproachful look, and said, "You little devil, I just can't do anything with you. In broad daylight, you… sigh… alright, Mom will give in to you this time, but it's a promise, just this once. If you do it again, I'll break your legs!" After saying that, Mom lifted her skirt, held onto the bed, and turned her bottom towards…Looking at me, she whispered, "Just this once, hurry up!" I finally won. It was the first time I'd ever seen his sexy, mature ass in broad daylight. White and almost flawless, his red lace panties clung tightly to his buttocks, dazzlingly red, like a burning fire! The panties were so small, barely covering my mother's swollen vulva, even creating a shallow groove on the tiny piece of fabric! The flesh-colored stockings were so thin, like the thin morning mist in a park, beneath which rippled the lake of desire. My God… I'd never experienced such visual stimulation before! This was completely different from the feeling in the dark. My mother, with her big ass sticking out, facing me, and those panties… damn, I almost came. Seeing me stunned, my mother urged, "My darling, come in quickly, don't make a sound, hurry up, you little devil!" After saying that, he pulled the stockings and panties down to his knees. My eyes were suddenly wide open—what a lush, verdant land! His paradise, I had actually seen it! His big cunt looked incredibly sexy from behind! Even now, I can't find the right words to describe it. I only remember mechanically inserting myself; I don't even remember if there was lubrication. I held my mother's round buttocks with both hands and only moved about a dozen times before I couldn't hold back anymore. My glans remained at the entrance of her vagina, trembling as I ejaculated. I was almost terrified; my whole body felt like it was contracting, completely numb. My mother didn't expect me to finish so quickly. She glanced anxiously at the outer room, but there was no need. Who would come here during nap time? Besides, the door was locked. My mother put down her skirt, grabbed a towel from the bedside table, wiped herself haphazardly, and pulled up her panties. My mother's face was still flushed, as if she had a fever. So brief, my only sexual encounter with my mother during the day ended with my premature ejaculation. Actually, looking back now, many things from long ago are unforgettable, especially things like this. Many people might not experience this, but I did. It might be a distorted aspect of growing up; I simply longed for others to understand my secret, the private matters of a naive teenager. Sometimes I even wonder, are my mother and I not the only ones in this world with this kind of relationship? Are there many, perhaps many, many mothers and children who have experienced similar things? Do they all have such dark secrets?

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