Up to my second year of high school, my mother and I

(Married Woman Incest) From Grade 11 to Now, My Mother and I [From Grade 11 to Now, My Mother and I] Author: Jingnan Zhiyu [Completed] "Mom, your son is back!" Today is January 25, 2015. It's been over a month since I last came home. A month ago, my mother and I made love five times before I reluctantly left home. Today is the last day of my final exams, which also means the beginning of my romantic (sex-filled) winter vacation with my mother. I was actually quite nervous before posting this article, so I posted a part first to test the waters. As a result, the moderator notified me that my title and word count were not good, so after thinking about it, I decided to disclose some small details of my life with my mother. At the same time, I am not encouraging anyone to do anything in this article, after all, it is too shocking. It's okay to have a fantasy in your mind occasionally, but please remember not to do anything. Given that some might ask me beforehand how to have sex with my mother, I don't want to say it here. First, every family has its own realities, so this is not a useful reference. Second, everything should happen naturally; deliberately pursuing it is counterproductive. The introduction is a bit long, but it's also setting the stage for the main text. The night before, after receiving the message that I was coming home, my mother was already wearing black stockings (I love ejaculating on my mother's stockinged thighs), a gray pencil skirt (bought when I was studying in Qingdao, given to my mother as a lewd gift last year), and lying on the kang (heated brick bed) at home. I impatiently threw down my luggage, kicked off my shoes, and pounced on my mother. I quickly pulled down my pants, my glans, glistening with lewd fluid, about to insert it into my mother's mouth. I rubbed my mother's C-cup white breasts, and just as I was about to pull off her skirt and penetrate her, my mother pushed me up and looked out the window. (Speaking of which, looking out the window always manages to get me excited, because I clearly remember the first time my mother and I did *that*, her shirt had fallen halfway down, revealing half of her white breast, and she sat up and looked out the window—that's one of my G-spots.) "Oh, what's wrong, Mom?" I asked, my mouth full of her white breast that I hadn't seen for a month. "Mom, check if you've locked the door." "Let's do it after we lock it," I said, drawing the curtains. "I locked it a long time ago, now it's your turn, Mom." "You naughty son," my mother gasped, then lay down, spreading her legs. My mother is 42 years old this year, a typical Shandong woman. She's not tall but very attractive, with two large breasts that are easily a C cup. Her skin is exceptionally fair for a rural woman (I inherited my mother's genes, and my skin is also very fair). Her breasts are very firm, and they are her most alluring feature. Three years ago, when we had our first sexual encounter by chance, I loved ejaculating onto my mother's incredibly beautiful white breasts. Although my mother is just a rural woman, she doesn't do much farm work, and our family's living conditions are quite good. So, her body undulates under tight black stockings. Looking at my mother's thighs encased in stockings and wearing sexy panties, the delicate touch of that mature woman made me lose control. I suckled my mother's nipple, then sucked on her entire breast a few more times, feeling like I couldn't take it all in. I kneaded and rubbed her breasts with my hands, squeezing them together (it's a peculiar fetish of mine; I like to squeeze my mother's breasts), pressing them firmly against my body, and then asked, "Mom, do you miss your son?" My mother swayed her hips, her lipstick smelling sweet (it was a fruit-flavored lipstick I ordered from Taobao; I usually like to buy my mom erotic toys online). Her full hips swayed alluringly, her eyes revealing a wanton look. My right leg slowly began to press between my mother's legs, my thigh rubbing back and forth against her hot body. My mother slowly rubbed her soft breasts against my arm, then let out a soft "hmm," moaning, "Silly son, last night you said you were coming home after your final exams, so Mom specially prepared a basin of hot water and washed myself thoroughly. I knew you'd be causing trouble when you got back." My mother moaned lasciviously, and with a seductive cry, her cervix tightly gripped my already... With my scalding glans, I thrust my large penis forcefully into her wet vagina, causing her lower body to sway up and down with my waist. My mother's thighs, wrapped around my waist, trembled as if in a spasm. My glans pressed tightly against my mother's clitoris. At this moment, my mother's vagina contracted tightly, and with all her strength, she thrust my penis deep into the hot, dark depths of her vagina... "Ah...ah..." A thick stream of semen shot straight into the depths of my mother's uterus, where her breasts were white... The two bodies, lost in their passionate embrace, trembled wildly, and streams of thick semen shot intermittently into my mother's deep uterus. My mother, panting softly beneath me, slumped to her knees with a slight tremor. My large penis remained deeply buried inside her wet vagina, refusing to leave. Oh no! "Mom, is today your safe period? I already came inside." "You only ask now? I took my pills beforehand, it's fine." I grinned lewdly, ignoring my mother's panting, and we rolled together again. Recalling the events of the past three years, it all started with a childhood dream. My father passed away in a work accident when I was in my first year of high school. Three years ago, I was a second-year high school student majoring in humanities. That day was a monthly holiday. We boarding students could go home; I won't go into details about the journey home and what happened during the day, but mainly focus on the story of that night. After my father left, we moved in together because we were worried about my mother being alone. That night, my mother had just finished showering and came out without a bra. Since it was just her son, she never seemed to mind after showering (later, when I asked her about it, she said it was because he was her son, so she never thought about avoiding suspicion). Looking at her large breasts and her thin underwear, I felt really embarrassed, but at that time I didn't have any impure thoughts. My deeply ingrained ethical values prevented me from thinking too much. After my mother finished showering, I went to shower too. When I came back, the lights were already off. Seeing that my mother was tired after a long day, I didn't turn on the TV and went to bed early. The root of everything was that time I slept with my mother. I remember the specific scene vividly. I fell asleep soon after, and then I had a dream full of eroticism. I was holding a woman's buttocks and rubbing them incessantly. The feel of those buttocks was smooth and comfortable, a feeling that permeated my soul. But when I looked closely at the woman's face, I was horrified to realize that it was my mother!! Before I could enjoy this contradiction, I woke up. I suddenly became fully awake. My mother was sleeping next to me with her back to me, that llgattomethod.The sudden surge of lust completely overwhelmed my ethical constraints. I don't remember how long I stood there, stunned and hesitant, probably about 20 minutes. My hands began to explore my mother's waist. I could clearly feel that her waist was very firm, without any excess fat. Slowly, my hands moved to between my mother's legs. My mother's buttocks were raised high. I spread my fingers together and slowly opened my mother's vaginal muscles, gradually inserting them. It was warm inside, and juices were everywhere. My fingers followed my mother's vagina: "plop, plop—" Thinking back to that time, I only had one feeling: fear!! I was afraid that my mother would suddenly wake up and kill me, afraid of the pressure of this immoral act. But there was also another feeling: excitement!! A light, cloud-like excitement!! Because my movements weren't vigorous, my mother didn't wake up. At that moment, I was truly in a frenzy. I took off my underwear, slowly and carefully parted my mother's thighs, and gently inserted my already swollen penis into her vagina. The moment my penis entered her, the feeling of fullness, the friction and stimulation, the sense of transgression against human morality, instantly brought me to a state of intense pleasure, and I couldn't help but let out a loud moan. I thrust my penis in and out of my mother's vagina repeatedly, each thrust making a "plop, plop" sound. I finally went mad, regardless of whether my mother was awake or not, and began to thrust wildly, each time pulling my penis to the vaginal opening before plunging it in, my scrotum slapping against my mother's buttocks with a loud "smack, smack." Finally, my mother woke up! As I was thrusting, I met my mother's slowly opening eyes. The pleasure of this eye contact!! I could no longer contain my excitement. A wave of intense pleasure washed over me, my voice growing louder, my breathing heavier, and I let out uncontrollable cries, accompanied by long exhales, "Ahhh..." "Slap slap slap!" The forceful thrusting, my mother's sucking and licking of my glans became even stronger and faster, a thick stream of semen shooting into her vagina. With a scream, my mother slapped me across the face. I burst into tears instantly, "Mom..." My mother looked at me, trembling, and asked, "What are you doing? Do you know what you're doing? I'm your mother!!" I don't know where the courage came from, but suddenly, with a roar, I knew!! I pressed my mother down again and thrust into her wet vagina once more. My mother, perhaps frightened by my appearance, looked at me as if I were a stranger. But as if resigned to my thrusting, she twisted slightly, closed her eyes, and turned away, crying. Looking back now, it's a ridiculous scene. My mother was crying, and I was crying too. And then, I, still crying, was having sex with my crying mother. It was as if someone was forcing us to have sex, but actually, no one was. Soon, the room fell silent, save for the sounds of our genitals sloshing against each other. Each thrust into my mother's vagina produced a fleshy slapping sound. Most importantly, I could feel my mother's entire body tense, trembling slightly. I tried to take her hand, but her fingers were curled up, showing her tension. The contractions in her vagina slowly turned into spasms of her entire buttocks, her flesh trembling incessantly. The fluid flowing from her vagina formed small streams on her tender white thighs. Finally, with a low growl, I ejaculated inside my mother again… [The End]

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