Making love with mom in front of dad

On a hot summer night, Dad was reading in his study, the old air conditioner vibrating slightly. At my desk, I had my arms around Mom's waist; she sat on my lap. I leaned forward, pressing against her full, soft breasts, my lower body moving rhythmically, rubbing against her. The sound of Grandpa and Grandma watching TV in the living room drowned out our breathing and the sounds of our bodies colliding. Mom's bra, pink panties, and my trousers were scattered on the floor, looking somewhat disheveled.

Dad thought Mom was helping me with my homework; he didn't know that my hand was currently moving from Mom's smooth thigh to her soft belly, then slipping inside her white short-sleeved shirt to grasp and knead her full, elastic breasts. To make it easier to put them back on, neither of us had taken off our shirts; Mom only took off her panties and bra, her skirt lifted to her waist.

We suppressed our pleasure, but our movements became increasingly intense. Suddenly, Mom's lower body tightened, and she cried out, "Ah!" Dad, who happened to be going to the bathroom and passing by my room, heard Mom's cry and knocked, asking, "Wen, what's wrong?" We were startled by Dad's voice and froze. My hands, which were rubbing Mom's breasts and wrapped around her buttocks, stopped abruptly. Mom remained half-standing. My penis, slightly wet and sticky, twitched in the air twice as it slipped out.

After about two or three seconds of silence, we could hear each other's soft breathing. Mom said towards the door, "It's nothing, just a bit from the mosquitoes in the summer." Dad said, "I'll get you some mosquito coils!" Mom quickly replied, "No need, the air conditioning isn't very ventilated, and mosquito coils are harmful..." From the other side of the door came: "Then be careful, mosquito bites can easily catch a cold. Xiaolong, you be careful too, don't study too late, your school has a sports meet tomorrow, your mom and you both have to get up early!" I swallowed hard, "Oh, I know!" Then, hearing his footsteps fade away, we both breathed a sigh of relief. But my lower body also went limp. Mom chuckled and lightly tapped my head, saying, "I told you to be gentle, you almost caused a problem!"

Seeing Mom's action and her gentle smile, I suddenly felt a surge of impulse. I stood up, hugged Mom, pressed her against the desk, spread her legs, climbed on top of her, and rubbed my genitals against her vulva. I quickly became hard and penetrated her. Her wet, tight vagina gripped my penis, and an indescribable pleasure quickly overwhelmed me. I pulled Mom's clothes up from her waist to her chest, revealing her round breasts. I grasped and kneaded them, the fullness of her flesh constantly stimulating my brain, and I increased the speed of my thrusts. Mom's body was limp, letting me do as I pleased, but her breath grew heavy. After only three or four minutes of rapid thrusting, I was on the verge of exploding. The sound of my father's footsteps coming from the bathroom passed by the door, but the pleasure of approaching climax made me reckless. My mother was about to signal me to stop, but I ignored her and thrust violently into her genitals, then pounced on her, pressing my breasts against her and holding her tightly. My mother couldn't help but moan, her legs clamping around my waist, her hands stroking my neck and back.

The sound of my father's study door closing came from inside. My movements were almost out of control, causing a series of slapping and smacking sounds from our bodies. I thrust deep into my mother's vagina; the inner walls of her vagina contracted rapidly and rhythmically, her cervix sucking at the head of my penis. My penis felt like it was being sucked by a tender little mouth and a wet, mysterious tunnel, and I could no longer hold on. My testicles twitched, and a thick stream of semen was about to ejaculate. Suddenly, Mom grabbed and blocked my penis, saying, "Don't ejaculate inside..." But I was already at the peak of my arousal. Although Mom grabbed and gently blocked my penis from thrusting, it still excitedly thrust in and out of Mom's vagina a dozen times, throbbing and pulsating. It took a while for it to subside a little, feeling the contraction and warmth of her vagina. I lay on top of Mom for more than a minute. Mom told me to get up, but my penis was still erect. I turned Mom over and made her lie face down on the desk. Her breasts pressed against the tabletop, looking even more alluring. I touched Mom's round, firm buttocks and slapped them twice. Mom scolded, "Are you trying to kill me? It'll be bad if someone hears us. Hurry up and finish..." I said, "Mom, I'm swatting mosquitoes. You look so beautiful. Mosquitoes like to bite in places with good views!" Mom's face flushed slightly as she said, "You're just being glib." I held my penis with my right hand and placed my left hand on my mother's waist, rubbing and gently pressing my penis against her buttocks and perineum as I said, "I'm telling the truth, Mom. You don't know how many of my classmates with pimples dream of you..." This conquering perspective, like riding a horse, and the sight of my mother's snow-white, submissive body beneath me quickly caused my throbbing penis to ejaculate. Watching the milky liquid slowly flow down her buttocks, I took advantage of the fact that the engorgement hadn't completely subsided and mounted my mother's buttocks, thrusting hard several times until it completely shrunk before getting off. After my mother helped me wipe my genitals and put on her clothes, she said to me, "I'm going to take a shower first, you can come and shower later..." I replied with an "Mmm," leaning back in my chair, comfortably closing my eyes, but for some reason, images of those classmates fantasizing about my mother flashed through my mind. These images made me very uncomfortable because, in my heart, my mother could only belong to me, and I even felt dissatisfied with my father... My mother was a teacher at our school, considered very beautiful in our town, with fair skin, a curvaceous figure, and beautiful curves. I dare say she's just as good as most women in the city, especially her mature femininity, which makes her irresistible. A classmate of mine once said enviously, "If my mom were half as good as yours, I'd be satisfied." He bluntly said, "My ideal woman is someone like Ms. Zhang." Once, I was playing video games at home with a neighbor who dropped out of elementary school and became a delinquent. He said, "Your mom is amazing, your dad must be having a blast." I was disgusted by his rudeness: "What nonsense are you spouting? Are you still playing the game, you bastard?!" He got bored and played for a while before saying he needed to go to the bathroom. He didn't come out for ages, and I, having drunk a lot of cola and engrossed in the game, naturally held my pee for a long time, so I went to urge him. He slowly came out, and as soon as I entered, I smelled smoke. I said, "You bastard, smoking in my house, making this a mess, you deserve a beating!" Squatting on the toilet, I noticed something was wrong: my mom's underwear had been messy these past few days, with signs of being rummaged through. I picked up a pair of underwear and found a thick, yellowish liquid stuck to it. It smelled strongly of semen, and it was still fresh and warm. This guy actually used my mom's underwear to masturbate!

I washed the underwear and gave him a piece of my mind. He grinned shamelessly, "I couldn't help it, your mom's scent is just too tempting, much better than any of the prostitutes I've slept with. Just thinking about it makes me ecstatic." I thought to myself: You little punk, trying to eat swan meat! From that day on, I stopped inviting him over and tried to avoid him as much as possible. What angered me most was that my mom came home that day and found a pair of unwashed lace underwear missing. He was the only one who had been to our house that day, so he must have taken it! At

10:30, I turned on the computer and listened to music for about half a minute when my mom knocked on the door and told me to take a shower. My grandparents had already turned off the TV and gone upstairs to their bedroom to rest. My dad had also gone back to his bedroom; he had to go on a business trip the next day to catch the first flight at dawn! Seeing no one in the living room, I secretly grabbed my mother's breast through her thin nightgown. She muttered, "Are you crazy? Your dad's not asleep yet." I giggled and hugged her, burying my head in her chest. "It's only natural for a son to nurse from his mother. How could my dad be unreasonable?" My mother said, "Alright, stop joking. Go take a shower, and I'll make you a midnight snack when you come out!"

I went into the bathroom, the lingering scent of my mother's post-shower fragrance filling the air. I took off my dirty clothes and underwear, letting the warm water pour over my head. The relief after satisfying my desire felt wonderful. As I lathered myself with soap, the force of the showerhead washing over my genitals, the youthful energy and sensitivity causing my penis to become erect again. The concentrated water jet quickly made it even harder and more erect. I stroked my penis a few times with my hand, then couldn't resist picking up my mom's underwear, still damp with our passionate fluids, and smelling it. The image of that neighbor thug masturbating with my mom's underwear flashed through my mind—this feeling must be so similar! He must have been imagining my mom's beautiful genitals while smelling that suffocating scent, his mind wandering to her lower abdomen, breasts, nipples, mouth, or, in a perverted way, wanting to penetrate her anus… No, he probably imagined my mom's long, smooth thighs clamping around his waist as she moaned. Just look at the way he stares at my mom's thighs every time!

"Xiaolong, are you done washing?" Mom called out when she saw I wasn't making any noise.

I replied, "Mom, I forgot my clothes. Could you go get them for me from my room?"

Actually, I had some unspoken, subconscious motives when I asked Mom to come into the bathroom. As soon as she entered, I hugged her and pulled her into the bathroom, my hands stroking her up and down, my mouth showering her with kisses. Mom was caught off guard and breathless, afraid to make a sound in case Dad came out and saw. She whispered, "Are you trying to kill me? I can't breathe with that tight hug. Close the door!" In my haste, I lifted my right leg and pushed the door shut with a bang. Mom and I were both startled; that door slammed shut loudly! It was all because of my hasty actions and carelessness. Mom glanced at my erect penis and muttered, "You, you don't even know how to plan a sneaky meal. I must have owed you something in my past life!" I laughed twice and pressed myself against Mom's body; her thin nightgown was already slightly damp from my dripping body.

But she was worried about getting dirty, so she said to me, "Mom will help you with my hand. It'll be troublesome if your clothes get wet. You'll have to go to your dad's room to change!" Mom had me lean against the wall next to the bathtub, and she knelt down to caress me. I would occasionally grab Mom's breasts, enjoying their full and delicate feel. My eyes scanned Mom's body, admiring her shapely figure, especially her round and perky buttocks, which were clearly visible in this bent-over position, making me have all sorts of fantasies.

"Mom, can you suck me with your mouth? It's so uncomfortable, I can't ejaculate!"

My mom is generally not very willing to do this. She had only given me oral sex three times before, and that was only because I repeatedly asked or had no other choice. The first time was in the small orchard in my grandmother's village. She was afraid of being discovered and didn't want to take off her clothes, so she had to give me oral sex. That time was really amazing; I ejaculated in only four or five minutes. The second time was when my mother was menstruating. I touched her whole body but couldn't penetrate her to ejaculate. I was in a state of excitement and erection for over an hour, even breast sex couldn't make me ejaculate (my mother didn't object to this, and ejaculating on her full breasts or smooth abdomen was another kind of enjoyment). My mother gave me oral sex. The third time was when my mother and I were traveling. We were less reserved and more relaxed. I pulled my mother to a side wall of a Taoist temple. My mother lay on the ground, and I inserted my hand from behind, reaching around to her chest and grasping her breasts. I thrust, and my mother would cooperate by lifting her hips. There were occasional noises from tourists at the door, so we tried to keep quiet. So, after more than half an hour, I still couldn't reach orgasm. This place was too dangerous, so my mother gave me oral sex... This time in the bathroom, when I asked for oral sex, my mother didn't say anything. She just had me lie in the bathtub, took off her pajamas and underwear and hung them on the door, then lay naked on my genitals and sucked my penis. My mother's full breasts rubbed against my thighs and knees, her rosy lips were soft and moist, and her peach-like labia sucked at my glans. Her prone position caused her curvaceous waist to sink downwards, her rounded buttocks raised to eye level. Through the dressing mirror opposite, my mother's entire full vulva and long legs were clearly visible. I mischievously looked in the mirror, raised my foot, and used my toes to poke and rub against my mother's anus and the cleft of her labia. The sudden stimulation from my penis made her involuntarily let out a soft "Ah!" "You naughty boy, behave yourself, or Mom will get angry!" I said. "No wonder Qiangzi said the most beautiful vulva in the world is a vulva full of sensation. Mom, your vulva is so obviously sensitive!"

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll hit you! Who is that Qiangzi? Don't always hang out with these filthy people."

"Qiangzi is that cockroach in the orchard!"

My mother chuckled, then blushed. That time, in the orchard behind my grandmother's house, when my mother was giving me oral sex, we were in a flurry of activity. Although I was enjoying it immensely, I was also looking around to see if anyone was coming. I was leaning against a small tree trunk, and the tree swayed whenever I moved. In the countryside, especially in the woods, there are many mosquitoes and caterpillars. In the summer, I was so focused on whether any strange insects would fall from the leaves above that I forgot about what was happening below. My mother was kneeling upright while giving me oral sex, her skirt trailing on the ground. A cockroach crawled out from a pile of dead leaves, slid up the inside of her white skirt, and crawled into my mother's lower body, onto her underwear. My mother jumped up in fright. I was already close to orgasm when my mother's hand holding my testicles suddenly loosened, and my penis slid out of my mother's mouth. The pressure was released instantly, and I ejaculated uncontrollably. As a result, my mother's face, chest, and skirt were covered with specks of semen. I didn't even need the tissues I had prepared to wipe the semen away, which I had originally planned to ejaculate in my mother's mouth so that she could spit it into the tissues. This accident often became a secret joke between us. Every time we talked about it, Mom would blush, and I felt an indescribable joy. From then on, cockroaches became a sexually suggestive term for us.

Once, I played a prank. When the family and guests were eating, Mom was bringing out dishes, and I threw a chicken bone to our big white female dog named "Hua Hua," saying, "Here you go, hold on tight, don't let the cockroach snatch it!" Mom's ears immediately turned red, and she said a few words to the guests before going into the kitchen. I went into the kitchen under the pretense of serving rice. When Mom saw me, she gave me a warm, angry look. I went over and hugged her, but she quickly pulled away and whispered, "Are you kidding me? What time is it? Why are you playing jokes like this!" I said, "It's mealtime! My little cockroach will be hungry too."

"Alright, hurry up and get the rice, stop fooling around!"

I handed the bowl to my mother, asking her to serve me. She was wearing an apron, a white and pink short-sleeved women's shirt, and a knee-length lace skirt. She looked elegant and poised, with a well-proportioned figure. The way she bent down to serve me rice exuded the charm of a virtuous wife and mother, and a mature young woman. I stepped forward, wrapped my arms around my mother's waist, and kissed her on the cheek. My sudden action almost made her drop the bowl she was holding. Just as she was about to scold me for my stubbornness, I whispered in her ear, "Mom, you're so beautiful, I love you, you're mine!" She gently placed a hand on the back of my hand and said, "Mom knows, let go quickly, the guests are still eating outside. Mom will do whatever you want tonight, okay?" "I kissed her, feeling happy as I went out to talk to my dad and grandparents. Grandpa and Grandma were toasting the guests, and before leaving, I casually touched Mom's breasts through her thin shirt… The moonlight was bright outside the bathroom window. Mom was stroking my penis, sucking on my testicles. Her snow-white buttocks were a strong visual impact, and my glans felt a pleasurable fullness. Mom said she had never given my dad oral sex, yet her movements were so gentle and skillful. She had never even watched porn. Her grandparents had given her a very traditional and proper upbringing, so I joked that Mom was self-taught when we made love at the Taoist temple. Actually, what men want is nothing more than a sense of conquest and possession. Mom showed submissiveness and gentleness towards the person she loved." With the physical and emotional investment she made, she naturally became a woman who could satisfy a man's desires—perhaps this is the inherent nature of a virtuous woman.

I turned on the hot water, stroking my mother's smooth, shiny black hair with one hand, occasionally pressing her head down, while the other hand held the showerhead, spraying water onto her shoulders and back. Watching the water, as clear as her fair skin, flow down her fragrant shoulders, down her back, finally converging at her waist, then splitting back into the bathtub, I felt an urge to ride on my mother's slender waist, and instantly became quite hard. My mother said the water was too hot, so I stood up to cool it down and inserted it into the wall mounting hole, letting countless streams of water spray down from above. I turned around and went to... Behind my mother, she was kneeling. I touched her shoulders, my hands moving from her shoulders to her round, full breasts, my middle and index fingers pinching her slightly pink nipples, moving and shifting with the undulations of her breasts. Then I turned my head and kissed her passionately, our tongues exploring each other's mouths, exchanging saliva, our teeth occasionally brushing together. My erect penis pressed against my mother's back, mimicking thrusting motions.

The feeling of conquest once again overwhelmed me, and I made two soft "mmm" sounds as my lips met hers. Then I pressed her down, making her support herself with her hands on the ground, and straddled her, my legs clamping around her slender waist. I reached up to remove the showerhead, and while thrusting my hips back and forth, I slightly turned to the side. I held the showerhead and sprayed warm water onto my mother's firm, fleshy buttocks and genitals. She couldn't help but groan softly as the water

jets caressed her, her buttocks and body trembling slightly back and forth, as if there was a thrusting motion from behind. I placed my other hand on her buttocks, squeezing and slapping them with a sharp, mesmerizing "smack!" My mother groaned softly. I felt like a valiant knight urging a beautiful mare on, galloping across an endless, mysterious prairie. "Giddy up!" I blurted out in a daze. My mother chuckled, saying, "You really think you're riding a horse? Your immersion makes you look like an actor!" I said, "I'm riding Mom, riding my own mother! Haha!" With that, I squeezed my legs together, slapped her buttocks, and shouted "Giddy up!" again.

Mom's face flushed red: "You naughty boy, your dad isn't as frivolous as you!" "It's precisely because he's too serious that he doesn't appreciate Mom. And that's why Mom chose him, isn't it?" "Your dad is a talented man. What I value is his talent and responsibility." "Bullshit! If my dad understood responsibility, he wouldn't have gotten a 17-year-old girl pregnant at 21!" "You... don't talk about your dad. Look at how much he's sacrificed for our family. Don't you have any conscience?" Dad and Mom grew up in the same village. Dad lost his mother at a young age. He was two years older than Mom and started school three years later, just in the same grade as her. The difficult environment forced him to shoulder the burden of the family early on. Every day, he would get up before dawn to cook for his younger siblings, then feed his bedridden father, wash him, and then go to school in the village center. Mom was a kind and sensitive girl from a young age. Seeing Dad's hard work, she often helped him catch up on his missed lessons. The two gradually developed a deep affection for each other. They went to the same schools from elementary school to middle school to university, and naturally, they fell in love. When my mother was 17, she and her husband had sex under the big magnolia tree in the village, and she became pregnant with me.

My grandfather beat her severely for the first time because of this, and my father was often chased and beaten by him when he came to visit. But rural people have traditional values, and since it had happened, they had no choice but to silently accept it, secretly agreeing to let them register their marriage without holding a wedding banquet. My mother had to take two years off from school because of this, giving birth to me and recovering before returning to school—of course, she went to the same school as my father. They rented a room off-campus, and often left me alone in the dormitory during classes. My mother felt sorry for me and would often skip classes to come back and breastfeed me. At that time, my little purple-red mouth would always suckle fiercely, as if expressing my dissatisfaction. My mother once joked that when I was little, I was like a little hungry wolf, always touching her breasts when I saw her, thirstily exploring her nipples, sucking and biting them hard, which almost brought tears to her eyes several times! Although taking care of me distracted her a lot, her studies never suffered; this was probably inherited from my grandmother's intelligence and beauty.

My mother and father's past often makes me inexplicably jealous. I wonder, "My dad got lucky." A remark from that neighbor's rascal comes to mind again: "Your dad must be having a blast!

" "Mom, you like magnolias because of your fond memories of under the magnolia tree in your youth, right?" "I'm hitting you! Don't joke about Mom like that!" Mom said softly.

My penis hardened again, and jealousy and a possessive desire made me press against Mom's back, thrusting forcefully. "Hmph, Mom, that little rascal Dad got away with this, and you're helping him twist justice. Grandpa didn't whip you enough back then, so now I'm punishing you again on his behalf..." I said, slapping Mom's buttocks three or four times. My actions made Mom chuckle. I said, "Don't laugh, be serious!"

Seeing my feigned seriousness, Mom smiled and cooperated, saying, "I won't do it again, brother, please hit me gently, okay?"

I lowered the showerhead, letting it slide to the center of the bathtub, spraying it upwards onto my mother's lower abdomen and perineum. My mother moaned softly. I stroked her plump buttocks, guiding her to gently rotate her waist around the water jet. This intense stimulation quickly aroused her, and her vagina became wet. With my hands free, my movements became much easier. I pulled a towel from the shelf and wrapped it around my mother's neck, breathing heavily into her ear. The breath made her itch and let out a soft moan. "Mom, you're my woman. No one but me can touch your body as they please! I'm your only man. Dad's a scoundrel!" Perhaps it was the unusual words and the constant stimulation of the water jet from her lower body, but my mother didn't refute my unreasonable words as she usually did. Instead, she reciprocated my advances. Our heightened desire drove us wild, making us forget everything and crave each other. I sat up straight, clamping my legs around my mother, pulling on the towel around her neck. I first slightly raised my buttocks before sitting on her lower back, or forcefully teasing the small indentations along her smooth spine with my penis. My testicles pressed against her flesh again and again, and her twisting buttocks around the water jet caused my testicles to rub against each other. It felt as good as rubbing honey in cotton.

The trembling, the pleasure, and my weight made my mother limply lie down, supporting herself with her elbows. She would occasionally lower or raise her buttocks to adjust the intensity of the water jet's stimulation on her lower abdomen and genitals. Astride her, I felt the up-and-down motion of riding a horse across the grasslands. I thought, if I had a whip in my hand at that moment, I would not hesitate to lash my mother's fleshy buttocks and long thighs. I couldn't help but utter a powerful and lewd famous saying: "The man who rides his mother is the happiest man in the world!"

Before I became a man, my mother's man, I also considered myself the happiest boy. As mentioned earlier, I spent my infancy in a rented room near the school. Being far from home and without any relatives made my mother especially dote on me. She often tried to fulfill my willful demands, and if I occasionally made her angry, she would scold me a few times, coax me a bit, and that would be the end of it, just like a typical mother who loves her son. So when my father asked my mother to wean me when I was a little over two years old, it never worked.

After my father said it too many times, my mother would secretly let me suckle her breast while touching her breast when he wasn't around, because she couldn't resist my affectionate pleas. Every day, I slept in the same bed with my mother, and I would always stroke her body until I was tired before falling asleep contentedly. Sometimes, my father would be snoring heavily in the next bed, separated by a wooden partition, while my mother and I would hug each other affectionately—of course, at that time, it was mostly a display of motherly intimacy and closeness between mother and son. After my father graduated, he was initially assigned to work in the local municipal government office and lived in the staff dormitory, returning to our rented room once a week on Sundays. Therefore, I spent most of my time at home with my mother before I turned ten (she was assigned to teach at a middle school in the city, but applied for a three-year leave to take care of me). During the day, my mother taught me to read and play the piano. I would sit on her lap, and she would hold me and teach me word by word, her breath blowing against my ear as she spoke. When we practiced the piano, my mother's large hands would press down on my small hands to press the keys, like lovers with their fingers intertwined. The sunset shining through the window at dusk was like a classical picture of mother and son playing music.

In the evenings, when we had nothing to do, we would lie on the sofa and watch TV. I would cling to my mother, and if there was a scary scene, I would hide in her arms, with one leg straddling her waist and abdomen. At that time, my height was exactly between my mother's breasts and the junction of her genitals and thighs. Whenever I was being affectionate or watching a scary movie and buried my head in my mother's breasts, my heels and toes would touch my mother's protruding, round vulva. Her pajamas and underwear were mostly thin cotton and silk, so it felt almost like they were touching her skin. This comfort made me naturally and unconsciously place my feet on my mother's vulva, but at that time I didn't know how to appreciate women. Whenever this happens, Mom gently strokes my head with her maternal instincts: "Baby, Mommy's here, it's okay!" I'll scratch and rub all over Mommy, pretending to be scared: "Baby's scared, Mommy's going to kiss me!" Mommy will always smile and kiss my face and lips. I'll playfully suck on Mommy's full lips and tongue for a long time, and Mommy will pretend to struggle and say: "Baby, let go, Mommy can't breathe!" Sometimes, I'll roll over and straddle her belly, and she'll tickle me, and we'll roll around on the narrow sofa.

We get a kind of joy and closeness from these intimate games that most mothers and children don't experience. In fact, I still love kissing Mommy's lips now because she used to blow on the food to cool it down before feeding me, and test the temperature in her mouth before feeding me. When I threw a tantrum and refused to eat, she said, "Baby, be good. Eat more so you can grow up quickly." "No, it's too hard to eat!" "If it's hard to eat, Mommy will eat half and you can eat the other half, okay?" She scooped up a mouthful of rice with a spoon, held it in her mouth, and then fed it to me. I protested loudly, "Mommy is lying! You didn't eat!" After I said that, no matter how she coaxed me, I wouldn't eat. She had no choice but to say, "Mommy won't lie to you anymore. Mommy will eat most of it first, and you can eat a little bit, okay?" Mommy put a big mouthful of rice in her mouth, and I only needed to eat the part that she spat out.

From then on, I loved playing the game of scooping food from my mother's mouth, and my appetite increased considerably. My mother was delighted to have found a way to coax me to eat more. Every mealtime, she would hold me in her arms, and I would grasp and knead her full breasts with both hands, while my mouth and tongue explored her mouth. The food, coated with my mother's saliva, nourished me and helped me grow taller and faster. Therefore, my excellent kissing and French kissing skills today were built on a solid foundation laid with my mother. During the ten years we lived in a rented apartment, my close relationship with my mother seemed to marginalize my father. He often joked that he was jealous, saying that a wife who doesn't treat her husband well will only recognize her son. Especially on Sundays when he was home (at which time my willfulness and mischief would subside considerably), if he tried to eavesdrop on my whispers with my mom, I would say to her, "Mom, let's kiss and talk so Dad doesn't hear us, he's a bad guy!" My mom would deliberately say, "That's right, baby's so good, Dad's not good at all, Mom's giving you a kiss!" My mom and I would kiss as if no one else was around, occasionally making "smack" kissing and sucking sounds. Dad would look helpless, pretending to be angry or innocent, and say, "How annoying, son's giving Mom back to Dad!" Dad would pounce on us, laughing and playing around. I knew this was one of the few times he and Mom were close. His hands would take the opportunity to grope my mom's body, and when the time was right, he would even give her signals of wanting sex. My mom would occasionally use excuses to get me away to satisfy Dad. Fortunately, these moments that annoyed me were rare. Whenever they did this, I would act out of childish jealousy, retaliating against my mom or mischievously touching her hard while watching TV, pinning her down, and kissing her even harder.

Perhaps my possessiveness was cultivated so intensely unintentionally. This jealousy also made me experience the pleasure of my lower body rubbing against my mother's soft flesh when I vigorously rocked against her breasts or waist, especially the intoxicating sensation of my testicles pressed against the base of her breasts. From whispering sweet nothings to venting my jealousy by riding on my mother's breasts, I gained a sense of power as a man, even though I was only five or six years old at the time… "My mother's saliva is the superior nutrition that made me a man!" I thought, releasing the towel wrapped around my mother's neck, stepping back and straddling her firm, snow-white buttocks, pressing my glans against the edge of her anus. I clearly felt her anus contract slightly. Then I pressed my whole body against my mother, one hand grasping her breasts, which were like crystal cotton, from under her ribs, the other hand holding her neck, turning my head to kiss her lips that exuded the scent of a mature and beautiful woman. Our tongues skillfully stimulated each other's mouths. My mother's body, kneeling in the bathtub, trembled weakly. I tried to wrap my body around every inch of my mother's skin, and repeatedly rubbed my penis against her entire perineum and anus.

Every time my glans entered her anus, I felt inexplicably excited: it was my mother's sacred place, where nothing had ever been inserted or withdrawn except for excrement—I felt ashamed of this sordid thought, but even more so, I felt stimulation and pleasure. I thrust forcefully into her anus, feeling its elasticity as it momentarily receded, grinding against it persistently. My mother made a soft "hmm" sound from my sucking mouth; I knew it was her protest, she was afraid I would actually penetrate her. The intimate "communication" my mother and I had cultivated since childhood allowed us to easily understand each other's meaning based on a small gesture or the tone of our voices. This intimate communication might be why my mother didn't object to breast play, because when I was little, I often rode and touched her breasts, and the act of breast play reminded her of my childhood self, triggering her maternal love and making her more tender. At this moment, I somewhat regretted not being more intimate with my mother's anus as well; then she wouldn't have felt uncomfortable with me penetrating it.

It's a shame that comics, books, and computers weren't as widespread back then; otherwise, I would definitely have a clear understanding of women and wouldn't have kissed and hugged my mother like a clueless child. I really envy kids today who can get enough sexual knowledge from online books, becoming well-informed even before reaching adolescence, absorbing plenty of pornographic content.

Once, I almost fulfilled my dream of ejaculating into my mother's anus. Six months ago, my father was promoted to deputy division commander in the military region, and his colleagues and friends booked a five-star hotel for him to hold a celebration party. Our family and my father's closest friends and superiors frequently raised their glasses in a large private room. My father got very drunk by the end of the night, and my mother drank a lot of alcohol for him. The regimental commander, who often had inappropriate thoughts about my mother, leered at her body all night; I really wanted to punch him. Meanwhile, my father's superior, a man in his fifties, kept touching and teasing his wife, who was in her twenties, even performing a kissing game with half a piece of fruit in his mouth amidst everyone's cheers. Until one o'clock in the morning, we went back to our room, and my father fell asleep and started snoring loudly.

I also drank some red wine (Mom jokingly warned Dad's colleagues and friends not to give students alcohol, lest they corrupt the pillars of the nation, so she only let me have soda and a little wine). Mom's face was flushed from the alcohol. Ignoring Dad lying on the edge of the bed, I grabbed Mom, picked her up, and kissed her passionately, my hands grabbing her buttocks and breasts. I threw her onto the bed, pulled down my pants, and pounced on her, straddling her pelvis. My erect penis, the glans, was pressing against Mom's navel, my testicles making close contact with her vulva through a silk skirt and thin lace panties. Dad, lying beside us, bounced up and down under the pressure of my attack. He wiped his mouth, wine dripping onto his collar; he was probably dreaming he was on a boat rocking at sea. The opportunity to have sex with Mom in front of Dad gave me immense sexual excitement and a sense of conquering everything. Mom was clear-headed but also a little drunk. The alcohol made us less restrained; she didn't stop my actions and occasionally cooperated with them.

I flipped my mother's skirt up to her waist, and reached back to pull off her panties. She lifted her thigh as I did so, letting the panties slide out and hang around her right knee. She bent her legs to support my back, my testicles nestled against the inside of her thighs, tightly pressed against her vulva. I began to thrust wildly back and forth, my glans rubbing against her navel as if it were a vagina. Pleasure surged from her anus to my lower abdomen, rising to my nipples and lips. I couldn't take it anymore. I straddled my mother's body, tearing and ripping her skirt off her waist. Her bra was ripped off, and her snow-white, swollen breasts immediately sprang to my eyes. I immediately grabbed them and sucked on the entire areola.

Like a starving wolf eager to devour my mother's breasts, I fiercely expressed a man's insatiable desire for the curves of a mature woman. The "pop" sound as my tongue left my mother's breast, combined with her alluring moans and my father's snoring, became the most captivating melody. My thrusting hips caused the bed to undulate, and from the side, my father's body moving with the bed resembled an upward thrusting motion, perfectly complementing my downward thrusting into my mother—it was practically a 3P: I was on top, penetrating my mother's vagina, my mother in the middle, and my father "penetrating" her buttocks!

In my mind, I imagined my father vying with me for my mother's body, and that part of my mother's moans was an immediate reaction to my father "penetrating" her… I couldn't tolerate this thought, yet it also attracted and stimulated me. I couldn't help but increase the force and speed of my attack on my mother's body, as if a final battle horn was urging me to launch a frenzied attack, determined to occupy my mother's beautiful "fortress" before the enemy, to possess her before the enemy defiled her! I moved my hips from my mother's pelvis to her waist, my chest pressing against her round, bowl-like breasts, our nipples touching and sticking together. After a while, I breathed heavily and whispered in her red ear, "Mom, I want to fuck your ass!" My mother closed her eyes slightly, the alcohol making her moan alluringly. I didn't care whether she agreed or not, I flipped her over and straddled her, thrusting my penis into her buttocks. Lust made my blood flow faster, and the alcohol permeated my entire body, making my penis even harder and more powerful.

I half-squatted, one hand holding my mother's soft, smooth hand, pressing her breasts half against the sheets, the other hand guiding my penis up and down, searching for her anus. The alcohol had significantly impaired my ability to accurately calculate distances, and I missed several times. My mother's buttocks now looked to me like a deep underwater valley in the Atlantic Ocean, the hotel's orange-yellow lights illuminating her snow-white buttocks as darkly as the seabed, making it impossible for me to find the black chimney that could erupt an underwater volcano. "Mom, where exactly is your black chimney, your anus?" I asked, shaking my head slightly, my eyes glazed. Finally, my glans entered a circle with a slightly warm aura; I knew that must be Mom's anus. I thrust diagonally in the direction of the opening—it was so tight! Only half of my glans went in. Mom was stimulated by the sudden insertion, causing her rectum to twitch. She opened her eyes and woke up a lot. She tried to turn over to stop me, but I held her back tightly, my movements on her buttocks continuing. She knew I was in the throes of passion, and with the alcohol numbing her senses, she only said, "Put on a condom. Your dad has some in his bag. It's dirty there." And so I did it. The condoms in Dad's bag were ones Mom and I had specially picked out at a specialty store yesterday to celebrate today's banquet. They were ultra-thin and slightly fragrant; wearing them was almost like not wearing one, and they even had an aphrodisiac effect.

He was drunk and didn't need it, but I ended up using it for him. I got off my mother and went to the sofa. I rummaged through my father's briefcase and found two condoms. Holding them, I turned around and saw my mother lying on the bed next to my father's slightly protruding belly, her smooth, round buttocks exposed. I picked up the silk dress that was scattered on the floor and smelled it. The overwhelmingly feminine scent made me dizzy. I slapped my mother's buttocks a couple of times; they bounced like a spring mattress. I couldn't help but slap them a couple more times. My mother made a few soft moans but remained still with her eyes closed. I knew that my mother had drunk quite a bit with the guests, and the alcohol was making her drowsy. Thinking of this, I put the condoms back in the briefcase, stroked my mother's buttocks for half a minute, and then mounted her. My mother was half asleep and didn't know that I wasn't wearing a condom; she just whispered for me to be gentle.

Her anus was too tight and there was no lubrication, so my glans felt a little uncomfortable when I inserted it. I bent down and sucked on my mother's anus for two or three minutes before inserting my penis, but it still wasn't effective. So I lay down on my mother's lower body and started probing her labia with two fingers. Once they were a little wet, I inserted my fingers into her vagina, and soon the inner walls of her vagina secreted a lot of lubricating fluid. I stood up, spread her buttocks, and inserted my penis into her vagina, moving it back and forth until it was covered in my mother's feminine fluid. Then I used my fingers to slightly spread her buttocks, and then aimed at her anus, grinding it like an anus opening, and slowly inserted it. With the help of my mother's lubricating fluid, it went in much easier. Two-thirds of my penis was already swallowed by my mother's tight and elastic rectal sphincter, the most powerful internal structure a woman uses to control intestinal peristalsis and the excretion of feces. It allows the 5 to 6-meter-long large intestine to smoothly move and expel waste.

So when I touched it, the throbbing force and warmth immediately dominated my lower body, swallowing my penis like a muddy current engulfing an object. I immediately cried out, "Ah!" "Wenwen, get me a glass of water!" Whether it was my loud shout or the violent shaking of the bed, Dad mumbled in his sleep that he was thirsty and wanted some water. Mom, though half-asleep, woke up immediately when she heard Dad call her name. Because I was on top of her, and people subconsciously react to their environment, she was aware of whether Dad had woken up and noticed our actions.

What a disappointment! I was just about to enjoy thrusting into Mom's anus; the animalistic mating posture was awakening my primal instincts. Mom told me to get down, and I thought resentfully: Why now of all times?! After Mom helped Dad drink the water, we were much more awake and didn't dare do it in bed. I carried Mom to the bathroom and inserted my erect penis into her vagina, completing this disappointing "Atlantic Valley Black Chimney Trip"! ...The only consolation was that after I ejaculated my thick semen into my mother's uterus, she didn't take a morning-after pill like before (although it didn't result in pregnancy, it basically satisfied my idea of sprinkling fresh seeds all over my mother's uterus)... "Mom, I really want to go in!" We stopped kissing, and I cupped my mother's breasts in my hands, shaping them in various ways, while my buttocks thrust against her anus, saying, "Mom, can you let me in just once? I've wanted to for so long!" My mother grunted and said, "No, no. It's dirty in there..." Looking out the bathroom window, dark clouds had covered the moon; it looked like it was about to rain. "My mother is cleaner than anything else in my heart! Let me do it..." After saying that, I pressed my buttocks down on my mother's buttocks before she could speak. My mother's hands couldn't support her, and she fell onto the bathtub. My desire to suckle her skin relentlessly attacked her defenses, and she no longer resisted my exploration. "Make sure to wash yourself thoroughly with soap afterward," Mom said. The prone position made it much easier for her, and I, like someone who had found a precious treasure, caressed and explored her from her heels, calves, thighs, buttocks, back, shoulders, and hair upwards! After fully arousing Mom's desire, the real show began: I was going to penetrate Mom's anus and ejaculate thick love juice! After that, I would truly possess every part of Mom's body. I could then legitimately despise Dad: what's so great about him? Even if he got Mom's 17-year-old virginity, he wouldn't even dare ride on her breasts, let alone perform oral or anal sex!

Thinking about this excited me even more. Dad doted on Mom, and Mom, influenced by traditional education, wouldn't casually engage in those seemingly unconventional sexual acts. But Mom's unconditional love and indulgent maternal love gave me an absolute advantage that Dad couldn't have. Therefore, Mom would always agree to any request I made, as long as I persisted. My previous experience at the hotel taught me a smooth and skillful technique. I quickly aimed and inserted it into her anus. My mother's undeveloped anus was a fleshy red, and upon closer inspection, the lines of flesh around her anus resembled geometrical sequences, like those of the mathematician Porphyry. With my mother's slow breathing, it twitched slightly back and forth, as if warm air was escaping from within. I thrust in with a "whoosh." "Ah!" my mother cried, turning around. "Gently! You're trying to murder me!" Ignoring the consequences, I thrust all the way in. Her sphincter gripped the base of my penis firmly, and the glans rubbed against my mother's warm, moist rectum. Waves of tingling pleasure spread throughout my body. My mother's wet body was smooth and glistening, offering an irresistible feminine charm. The sensation of a foreign object entering her anus gave my mother a desire similar to defecation. Her rectum, a few centimeters from the exit, began to undulate and contract, squeezing my inserted penis. The pleasure it gave me was not much different from vaginal penetration, but with added warmth, a stronger grip, and a unique kind of pleasure—it wasn't far from the sexual paradise described in books!

Sometimes, if I went too hard, Mom would groan softly in pain, asking me to be gentler. At first, I was completely on Mom's back, but later, it felt so good that I couldn't help but straighten my back, gripping Mom's slender waist and thrusting faster and faster. The sounds of our wet flesh colliding were even crisper in the small bathroom. Mom's buttocks received the thud of my testicles with each thrust, her anus rising and falling with my withdrawal and insertion.

Listening to Mom's suppressed moans, watching the subtle changes in her facial expressions as I penetrated her, the desire to cultivate my fertile land surged rapidly and overflowed from my lower body. Just then, a clap of thunder sounded outside, and the rain began to fall softly. I thrust faster and faster, the feeling of orgasm growing more intense. "Mom, I'm going to cum!" Mom answered with her soft moan.

At this crucial moment, that maddening knocking sounded again: "Xiaolong, why aren't you done washing up yet! Where did your mom go?" Dad got up and came downstairs for a drink of water. Seeing Mom wasn't there, and with the bathroom door closed, he heard a noise and knocked. This time we were terrified. I clearly felt Mom's body twitch; she almost jumped up, if it weren't for my weight pressing down on her. I froze, feeling like a second stretched on forever. Mom probably felt the same way, because at that moment, no matter what we said, we couldn't figure out where she was. I blurted out, "It's raining, Mom just went up to the roof to collect the laundry!" Dad replied with an "Oh," and went into the living room to get some water. Thankfully, he didn't suspect anything—and he couldn't possibly suspect anything. He hadn't noticed anything between Mom and me, so of course he wouldn't suddenly have any wild thoughts. Before Dad finished drinking his water and went upstairs, he said to the bathroom door, "Go to sleep early!" and then went up. After hearing the door close upstairs, Mom told me to come down quickly. We hurriedly dried ourselves off, and Mom helped me wash my penis before tidying herself up. Before leaving, I stopped Mom and said playfully, "Mom, next time you have to let me finish, or I won't let you leave!" "Okay, I must have owed you in my past life," she scolded me gently before agreeing. I followed behind Mom, wrapped in a towel, my unfulfilled penis stretched high, making my genitals, wrapped in the towel, look like a protruding triangular cone! I thought of Tang Sanzang's line from "A Chinese Odyssey," "It's raining, hurry up and bring in the laundry!" and couldn't help but laugh, pleased with myself for being able to make up a story. Mom, however, didn't share my mood. She went upstairs to check on Dad for a while before coming down. I got dressed in the bedroom, and Mom was already in the kitchen making me a late-night snack.我走过去搂住她的腰说：”妈，刚才好险，差点被爸爸发现呢！“妈妈回身用手指弹下我的头：”你啊，做了亏心事来哄妈妈啊。妈妈可不是17，8岁的少女被你的甜言蜜语哄哄就算的！“我说：”妈，我知道自己太冲动，不顾场合。下次不敢了！“妈妈笑了笑：”小鬼头，暂时先原谅你，下次一起算帐！“我说：”那你答应下次让我做完的事情，不许不算哦！“”哈，欠揍啊。得了便宜还得寸进尺，妈妈也会打人的哦！“……我环搂紧妈妈的腰，外面雨点噼噼啪啪地打在地面，清新空气飘入我的鼻孔，我神游在”和妈妈发生第一次的那个夏天雨夜“……那是我十二岁快十三岁时，那时我们全家已搬回户口所在市，妈妈教镇里第一中学，我们住学校教师楼，爸爸调任沈阳军区工作，他平时更少时间待在家了。 My mother and I still sleep together almost every day, just like before. I still like to touch my mother's breasts and body while sleeping; this habit comes naturally, and my mother doesn't think it's inappropriate since I've grown up a lot. For us, this kind of close and comforting intimacy is perfectly normal. Occasionally, when she's happy, my mother will whisper sweet nothings to me like she did when I was little. So, cuddling and kissing for a long time on the bedside table or sofa is our way of reliving the tenderness we've shared for so many years. Because of our close bond, sleeping in the same bed, my mother bathing me, or bathing together is almost a given in our relationship.

Falling asleep close to my mother, I feel that her embrace is the warmest and most comfortable place in the world. My mother's careful care and ample nutrition helped me develop quickly, and my vague sense of sexuality began to sprout. Without the threat of a strong competitor (my father), I began to observe my mother's body and her every move, whether intentionally or unintentionally. In my eyes, everything about my mother is so perfect. Watching my mother take off her clothes one by one while bathing, especially the sudden sight of her unhooking her bra and pulling down her underwear along her thighs, captivated my gaze. Her full, round breasts were lifted by her elastic pectoral muscles, and her sparse, light-colored pubic hair vividly exposed her fleshy vulva. Her firm, smooth abdomen formed a natural line, revealing the curves of a mature woman... My still-developing penis would often be semi-erect at this time. When my mother saw me staring intently at her body, she would laugh and say, "Aren't you ashamed!" or tap me on the head twice. Then she would gently fill the tub with water and adjust it to the right temperature. Every movement of hers was light and graceful. After the water was filled, she would smile and call me over so we could soak in the tub together. We would then play warmly in the bathhouse, our laughter occasionally punctuated by tickling sounds... I once asked my mother if she felt anything when I touched her breasts and kissed her in the bathtub, on the sofa, or on the bed before we had sex. She punched me hard and said, "You're so annoying! Don't tease your mother!" Later, she admitted that besides maternal love, there was also a strange sense of comfort, but she never thought about it in detail (she would give you a lot of happiness without considering her own, or your happiness was her greatest happiness—this is the inherent nature of a virtuous woman or a good wife and mother! Having such a woman gives you pride and satisfaction as a man; before you conquer her body, her heart has already been completely conquered. You can frolic on her body, and she will absorb your impulses and irritability like a sponge).

The room her mother was assigned was on the third floor of the teachers' compound, about 50 or 60 square meters, with a small bedroom, a small living room (the largest piece of furniture being a piano), a small kitchen, and a bathroom. The balcony, less than a meter wide, overlooked the student dormitory building across the street. The bedroom my mother and I shared had a bunk bed like those used by students, a small aisle, and a desk under the window that we shared. In front of the desk was a chair just wide enough for my mother and me to sit close together. The room was simple, but my mother decorated it with a quiet and rustic beauty. Above the lower bunk (the upper bunk was originally for me, but I mostly liked to squeeze into the lower bunk with my mother. My mother also felt that she slept better when she held me, as she had been used to doing so since I was little), hung small decorations that my mother had woven herself. The windowsill had colorful origami and copper bells that jingled melodiously in the wind, like an ancient scene, elegant, clean, and dignified.

The room was filled with my mother's delicate, feminine fragrance, which invigorated me, the only male occupant of this small bedroom, even when I was engrossed in my studies, making my learning much more effective. Especially at night, when I was reading, my mother would make me a cup of hot oatmeal. The rich aroma of oatmeal, the milky white liquid lingering on my lips and teeth, my mother looking at me with loving eyes, and after I finished drinking, I would kiss her lips with my oatmeal-covered mouth, or playfully tease her body, breasts, and let out intimate laughter. When my mother hugged me, I would enthusiastically respond to her hug or even push her onto the bed and play with her… These things always comforted me on those desolate nights. That feeling of mother and son relying on each other is unforgettable!

Outside, raindrops pattered on the ground. I hugged my mother tightly around the waist, my palms feeling the warmth of her smooth abdomen beneath her peach-colored silk nightgown. Her full breasts, fully outlined by the nightgown, rose and fell gently with her breath, and steam rose slowly from the noodle soup in the pot. The noodles inside, like my mother's smooth, slender thighs, were a fleshy yellow, each strand translucent and clearly visible, making my appetite soar. A drop of water, whether rain or saliva, suddenly landed on my mother's exposed breast, sliding down her cleavage. She cried out, "Ah!" and said, "Go close the window, rainwater splashed on me!" I said, "Mom, it's not rainwater, I think it's my saliva! I'm starving, if you don't cook soon..." Actually, food and sex are both natural instincts. My chin rested on my mother's fragrant shoulder, my eyes just inches below her rounded breasts, the aroma of food wafting from the pot below—a double satisfaction of sight and feeling. My penis, which hadn't been satisfied recently, immediately hardened again, pressing against my mother's buttocks and back. My mother's sensitive skin immediately noticed, her face flushing slightly as she said, "Go close the window quickly, the soup will be ready soon!" I gently parted the hair around my mother's ear and stuck out my tongue to lick from the base of her ear to the tip. My mother pushed me away and said, "Stop messing around!" "Mom, that must be saliva, not rainwater!" I said as I reached my hand down my mother's shoulder, pulled open the edge of her pajamas, followed the water stains, and reached into her chest to grab one of her breasts. I kept kissing and licking her earlobes and cheeks. I gasped, "Mom, you're so beautiful I'm drooling!" At the same time, my other hand, which was on my lower abdomen, lifted the hem of my mother's pajamas and reached into her underwear. I pressed my mother's body tightly against me so that I could rub my hard penis up and down against her buttocks... My mother knew that I hadn't ejaculated at all while I was penetrating her anus in the bathtub, and that stopping abruptly at the peak was very uncomfortable, especially for a man. So she didn't stop me much, only twisting her waist slightly and saying, "Keep it down, don't disturb your dad..." She turned down the gas stove, then covered the noodle soup in the pot with the lid. With one hand, she pressed down on my hand that was reaching in and probing through her underwear, and with the other hand, she grabbed my hand that was grasping her breast through her pajamas, helping me adjust the pressure and direction of my squeezing. She let out soft moans, as delicate as orchids. My palms and fingers explored deeper and deeper into the mysterious slit in my mother's underwear. Soon, some clear fluid, signifying a woman's submission to a man's caresses, was secreted there. Our breaths became heavier, and my mother swayed her increasingly limp body, even using the edge of the kitchen sink for support.

My mother's feminine scent stimulated my primal male desires; the word "mating" seemed to represent all my needs. I spread my hands off my mother's panties to one side of her buttocks, squatted down, and thrust in with a soft "whoosh," inserting myself into her vagina. It was as if air was being expelled from her vaginal walls, creating a suction that enveloped my glans. I'd heard there were four types of women: one as naturally tight as a virgin, able to firmly grip anything inserted; one so loose that a large buffalo could crawl in, allowing a third foot to be inserted simultaneously; one where you could only feel obvious movement inside when she orgasmed, thus accurately judging whether a man could satisfy her; and the last type, like a pump, once started, sucking and drawing things incessantly, the one that could give a man the most pleasure and also the one that could make him ejaculate... These words came from a classmate of mine. My mother belongs to the fifth type. The smooth muscles of her vulva make the entire perineum bulge and tighten at the abdomen, thus having a longer force moment to withstand greater impact. Her pubic hair is light in color and sparse, allowing the penis to better press against her peach-petal-like labia, creating greater internal suction. The vaginal opening muscles are very elastic, and the short cervix allows the cervix to swallow the tip of the inserted glans like a plump little mouth. Most importantly, when the glans is sucked by the cervix, it's like a tiny straw drilling into it, sucking out all the essence of your body... There's a saying about my mother's genitals that my parents said when they were having sex. Three years ago,

when my father was promoted to regimental commander in the military region and we moved to the city, my mother specially bought a set of sexy lingerie. The black pantyhose and lace-trimmed lingerie made her even more radiant that night. They both drank quite a bit of red wine and filmed the whole thing with a high-definition video camera, which I secretly watched. In the film, the father, like a beast, tears off the mother's modesty cloth. The intense foreplay lasts for over an hour, followed by fierce penetration. The father almost ejaculated after less than ten minutes of penetration. He pulled out and applied aphrodisiac oil (back then, the father personally led his troops, running at least 10 kilometers every day, unlike his slightly protruding belly now. In the film, his muscular physique was comparable to that of a young boy. He said that only his mother could make him rush into battle and quickly lose. His mother pinched his ear hard: "So you've been with other women?" The father could only laugh foolishly). Afterward, they changed positions for over half an hour. When he entered from behind and sent his thick love juice into his mother's uterus, bringing her boundless satisfaction, the father uttered a famous saying about his mother's genitals that was even more lewd than my "riding mom man" comment. He described his mother's genitals as a "penis suction machine"!

Yes, I am now penetrating my mother's buttocks from behind, personally experiencing her vagina sucking, grasping, swallowing, and absorbing my penis, thus fully understanding the father's boastful words. I was a little jealous of their perfect sex experience; it was probably the most breathtaking marital lovemaking they'd ever had since they started dating. I watched it countless times, even subconsciously treating it as the "Godfather" of the sex world, using it to guide my techniques for getting away with things (water refers to breast milk, saliva, and vaginal wetness; fish refers to soft-bodied fish, a woman's slippery body, or a metaphor for mothers...).

I took my hand out of my mother's underwear and lifted one of her thighs, but my hand got tired after a short while. My mother hooked the small stool she used to sit on while picking vegetables in the kitchen over with her leg, and placed her lifted leg on it. This way, her lower body was spread open, allowing my penis to penetrate deeper closer to her anus, and it also freed my hand to caress other parts of my mother's body! I loosened my grip and increased the speed, whipping my mother's buttocks back and forth with my testicles from about once per second to three or four times per second. My mother's buttocks, which had been swaying in sync with my movements, could not keep up with the rhythm, and her fleshy body could only be pounded and ravaged by me. The slapping and slapping of the collisions mingled with the pattering of raindrops hitting the ground outside, making one lose all sense of where they were, not caring whether it was heaven or hell... The first time my mother and I were intimately intertwined between heaven and hell was also on a rainy summer night like tonight. That night was a Sunday, and as usual, my mother and I took a shower early. Since it was raining heavily and we had nowhere to go, we chatted in the bedroom—actually, my mother was telling stories and I was listening. A small fan on the chair sent a gentle breeze through us as we lay on our sides. Mom was wearing a pair of briefs and a white cotton short-sleeved shirt with bra straps; it was a hot summer night, and she wasn't wearing a bra. I was wearing only thin underwear. I had one arm around Mom's waist and the other hand on her breast, one leg crossed over her thigh. Mom stroked my head and spoke, her breath tickling my hair. I nestled against her chest, listening to her heartbeat, and drifted off to sleep to the sound of the summer rain… I felt incredibly safe and relaxed. I don't know how much time passed, but I felt Mom kiss my forehead, then she turned over, turned off the light, and lay down beside me, holding me close. As she turned, her breast slipped from my hand. In the darkness, I moved my lips slightly, and my hand slipped under her thin shirt to grasp her breast again… Unconsciously, Mom's full thigh lightly rested on my genitals. In the darkness of my dream, the body of a twelve-year-old boy was less restrained, more sensitive, and more relaxed, reacting quickly to anything mysterious. Although it wasn't the first time my erection had rubbed against my mother's body (I'd even unintentionally touched her genitals while showering, and she'd seen my erection, only laughing and scolding me for being "shameful"), this time it was particularly intense and pleasurable. Almost instantly, it was erect and pressed against my mother's inner thigh. It felt incredibly good; my testicles and her thigh were pressed together in the light sweat, creating a sense of pressure, so I shifted my body slightly. The underdeveloped foreskin covering my glans rubbed against the inside of my mother's thigh, causing a painful yet itchy sensation, which made me groan softly in my sleep. My half-asleep mother thought I'd been bitten by a mosquito, so she fanned me a few times with a fan before getting up to light mosquito coils. Without turning on the light, I glimpsed the flame of a lighter flickering in the darkness. Under the orange-yellow flame, the first thing I saw was my mother's legs as she squatted down. Her bare, crystal-white feet revealed skin so delicate it seemed like it could be broken with a touch. Her short-sleeved cotton undershirt, worn in a squatting position, revealed most of her round, pert buttocks. Her underwear clung to her cleft, perfectly showcasing the mature beauty of a young woman. Her slender waist proudly displayed her curves, and her breasts, encased in thin clothing, created a beautiful cleavage. Peanut-sized nipples adorned her nipples, and her pale red lips, combined with her naturally beautiful, unadorned demeanor, made her the goddess of my dreams… My mother lit the mosquito coil and went to bed. I rolled over and drifted off to sleep amidst her sweet fragrance… In my daze, I dreamt I was lying on a thick cloud. The clouds were pure white, each mound like the untouched breasts of a young girl. I was playing with angelic butterflies in the clouds, running and chasing after them. Suddenly, my feet sank into the clouds until they enveloped my waist. A cool sensation arose, making me wriggle my lower body to experience it. Then, it suddenly surged up my body and gently kissed every inch of my body. I was overjoyed and couldn't help but rush towards a colorful cloud, hugging it tightly in my arms, rolling around on it, crawling on it, kissing it... Suddenly, an indescribable pleasure enveloped my body and mind. I looked down and saw that the colorful cloud was actually made up of the countless angelic butterflies I had been chasing. One of the most beautiful butterflies flew to my genitals and fluttered its colorful wings, sprinkling pollen on my vulva... Oh my god, the other butterflies stuck to me and carried me through the sky, higher and higher. They formed a butterfly cloud in the sky, which eventually transformed into the shape of my mother. My penis was inserted between my mother's legs, which were formed by the butterfly cloud, and a strong urge to urinate came from my bladder... "Oh!" I cried out, my penis twitched a few times, and I suddenly woke up. I saw that my whole body was lying on top of my mother, my hands were gripping her breasts, and I subconsciously moved my fingers and gently pinched her nipples a few times. I could clearly feel that my mother's genitals were wet and pressed against the head of my shorts. Mom woke up too. She turned on the light and saw a large wet patch on her chest—my saliva. Her thighs, underwear, and lower abdomen were also wet and sticky—my semen—my first nocturnal emission, all because of a dream about Mom's butterfly cloud that gave me a mysterious adult pleasure. Mom touched the liquid on her thigh with her finger, looked at the wet tent in my shorts where my penis was erect, and her face flushed red. She glanced at me, then immediately looked away. I was nervous and a little scared. I thought that since I was so old, I was still wetting the bed, and I didn't know what Mom would say. But this feeling of bedwetting was different from before; it was intoxicating, pleasurable, and I wanted to try it again! I looked at Mom's damp underwear, which showed the shape of her vulva, even the deep slit, and asked tremblingly and cautiously, "Mom, I got your clothes wet." Mom just answered with a "hmm," and after a while, she said, "Come on, Mom will help you clean up." Mom got up first to run the water in the bathroom, and then called me in. This time, she didn't greet me with her usual tone, speaking softly the whole time, her eyes looking a little strange. I said, "Mom, why did I wet the bed? Am I sick?" She said, "It's nothing, you'll grow up like this!" "Will I wet the bed every month when I grow up? Aunt Du said women wet the bed every month too!" Aunt Du was a widow with a son in college in another city, living alone. Back then, I often went to her house to play the Contra game her son left at home. Mom said, "Don't go to Aunt Du's anymore, she's an old lewd woman!" "Mom, you should wash too!" I touched Mom's breast, and she actually flinched, which was unusual for her, and I was a little annoyed. Mom helped me dry my body, but not my genitals. She said in a voice as low as a mosquito's buzz, "You wash yourself." Before, Mom had always been natural and uninhibited when bathing me, what was wrong with her now? I didn't understand at the time, and stubbornly insisted that Mom wash me. Mom had no choice but to use a towel to wash my penis, but she wouldn't look me in the eye. My penis became erect again under my mother's soft touch. She recoiled as if stung, and it took her a while to react, only responding after I called her several times, before continuing to wash me. "Xiaolong, you're an adult now. You need to learn to bathe yourself, okay?" After washing me, she went in to wash herself, taking a long time. I unknowingly fell asleep while waiting, not remembering when she went to bed, but when I woke up in the morning, she was already busy in the kitchen… "Xiaolong, stop. Mom will turn off the gas first; the noodle soup is almost dry!" My hand left my mother's breast, lifted the edge of her underwear from behind her buttocks, inserted my fingers, pushed it aside, and placed my palm on her buttocks. While my other hand was gripping my mother's waist and thrusting with pleasure, I refused to relax my assault on her. She repeatedly said to stop, but I ignored her. As I thrust, I gently moved my mother's body towards the sink, making her bend over with her legs spread. I used my pelvis to support her buttocks, and with my hands behind her nightgown, I grasped her breasts, indulging my masculine hormones. My mother absorbed all my desires like a fragrant sponge, and I inhaled deeply the lingering scent of her mature womanhood. My mother's moans revealed a hint of maternal love—the tenderness and pampering she felt for her son—making her wholeheartedly accept all my forceful and rough thrusts and caresses! "Mom, I want to fill this hole!" My mother moaned softly with each thrust, her voice filled with possessiveness, and the force of my lower abdomen slamming against her buttocks. Steam and a burnt smell began to rise from the pot of noodle soup. I thrust into my mother's vulva with frantic, relentless force. Her vagina contracted rhythmically and rapidly, her cervix sucking, grinding, swallowing, and licking my glans. At that moment, my father's term "penis suction machine" came back to mind. If you haven't experienced it yourself, you simply cannot describe this indescribable paradise... I experienced it. "Mom!" I roared, then let my ejaculate spray all over my mother's uterus, remaining inside her for a long time, unwilling to separate, until the last drop of essence was sucked out. I lay limply on my mother's hips, panting with boundless satisfaction... My mother admitted that when I ejaculated on her body for the first time, her long-dormant desire was plucked. After all, a person is made of flesh and blood, not wood. My close masculine scent awakened her instinctive desire. For the first time, she realized that her son was also a man. After that night, my intimate behavior towards her clearly made her feel like a male courting a female (we'd always been this intimate, but she didn't treat her son like an adult). I began to understand a little about the strange things between men and women, especially after a classmate secretly took me to a small, dimly lit video parlor on a Sunday to watch pornographic videos. So, although my son and I still slept in the same bed, we no longer acted as recklessly as before. We started to avoid each other's privacy, sleeping on our sides, and no longer showering together without any restraint.My mother would help me wash up before she washed herself... But how could a mother and son living in a small room be completely unaware of each other's bodies? When my mother changed her underwear or reached out to get clothes after showering, I could always catch glimpses of her body. My adolescent restlessness constantly encouraged me to pursue the pleasures of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. I would always intentionally or unintentionally try to touch my mother's breasts. Lying on my side in bed, I would fantasize about the pinnacle of another extreme world under the seductive allure of my mother's mature womanhood—the perfect curves of a young woman are a fatal temptation and an irresistible beauty for a boy.

I finally couldn't resist secretly caressing my mother's buttocks and touching her breasts while she slept. I learned to masturbate from pornographic films in video arcades. I used a small flashlight (its beam was small enough not to disturb her sleep) to pry open her buttocks and pull down her underwear to shine the light on her cleft. Being so close to her symmetrical labia and fleshy anus gave me an indescribable, intense stimulation. At first, I would almost ejaculate within ten seconds of watching them stroke my penis, then frantically clean up any traces on my underwear and sheets to prevent my mother from finding out… Later, this no longer satisfied me. I learned to rub my penis against my mother's buttocks, tease her full labia with the glans, and grab her breasts through her bra. However, these movements were very light; I did them very carefully, stopping almost immediately upon touching her. My mother knew my body intimately from childhood and didn't sense anything unusual. Instead, her breathing was steady, and she slept soundly.

But one time, I worried that my mother would find out. Although she didn't say anything, I didn't dare to do it again for several days. That time in class, a classmate brought several copies of the comic book "Rogue Big Brother." Every woman in the comics had large breasts and a curvy bottom, beautiful and alluring. The protagonist would suck, lick, bite, and grab the women, their breasts, clitoris, and tongues all submissively obeying his large penis… I imagined myself as the male protagonist, and my mother as the female protagonist—my mother was no less beautiful than those comic book women; in fact, she was incredibly real. Lost in my fantasies, I had long forgotten what the teacher was saying. That night, I thought of those comic book images again, and my penis quickly became erect. My mother's femininity made every moment an ordeal. She finally fell asleep, and I hurriedly stole a kiss from her body.

I pressed my nose against her buttocks and took a deep breath—it felt so good! My mother moved slightly; perhaps the air I exhaled onto her buttocks made her a little itchy. She scratched herself, and I was startled, afraid to move for a long time. The surging sensation of my testicles brimming with semen gave me renewed courage, and I embraced my goddess. I pulled down my pants and hung them on the back of the chair, rubbing my mother's genitals and grabbing her breasts through her underwear and bra. Images from comic books played out in my mind like a movie, my pleasure growing more intense. Lost in my own world, I carelessly explored my mother's body… Finally, with trembling hands, I slowly and carefully pulled down her underwear. The darkness gave me immense strength, unleashing a courage I'd never known before, fulfilling my long-cherished fantasy! My mother lay on her side, and I straddled her hips, my erect penis tightly meeting her labia, the glans gently probing her opening. My hands reached under her bra, grasping her breasts like I used to when I was a child… Oh! I thrust my lower body passionately, making my mother's buttocks slap for the first time. "Just like when my mother spanked me, I'm spanking my mother's buttocks now," this feeling of taking control intoxicated me. Therefore, every moment the "whip" struck and penetrated her flesh, the owner of the "whip" felt immense pleasure.

My mother was a woman, and she possessed a woman's unique sensitivity. Perhaps she sensed it when I took off her underwear, but didn't know how to handle the situation or face me. Maybe it was more of a maternal love, a fear of leaving a shadow on my soul, a worry that I would suppress the restlessness of my youth. She remained silent, pretending not to know. My glans had never been directly stimulated by a woman's lubricated, full labia before, and I almost ejaculated the moment I touched her. I held back for two minutes, noticing that my mother's breathing wasn't as even as before, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, as if she was intentionally suppressing it before exhaling softly. Later, it felt so good, more blissful than heaven, that I couldn't resist my impulse. I thrust in and out of my mother's body without regard for the world, I tilted my head to free one hand to grasp her breast, lifted her arm and covered her armpit with my face, inhaling deeply through my nostrils and occasionally licking and swallowing the muscles of her breasts with my tongue! "Yes, Mom, I love you!" I stammered. Mom seemed to hear me and responded with a soft "Yes." Her lower body suddenly contracted, and I, experiencing this intoxicating sensation for the first time, couldn't resist. With a scream, I erupted uncontrollably, ejaculating between Mom's labia, slightly parted by my glans… I was so exhausted after a near-death experience that I didn't even have time to express my joy before falling into a deep sleep, let alone clean up the mess. In my hazy state, Mom got up. I heard light and the sound of running water from the bathroom. I felt a warm, damp towel being wiped on my genitals… Did Mom know what happened last night? Did she cry out at the moment of my ejaculation? Was that contraction real? Or was it a hallucination? Who knows? I only know that when I came home from school the next day at noon, my underwear, which I had left on the chair, was hanging to dry on the school playground, fluttering in the wind like a national flag! Mom

didn't say anything, and continued to eat and chat with me as usual. My anxious heart calmed down considerably. Once a boy has experienced the pleasure of sex, he will never forget it and will always find it hard to escape its allure.

I became obsessed with the "game" of feeling my mother's presence with my naked body in the dark. My glans desperately longed to be enveloped by her labia again, to feel her contractions. More importantly, my noble and beautiful mother became even more tender and moving under my whip, adding a different flavor to the usual maternal love. You suddenly feel a surge of power, as if you can conquer any woman: regardless of height or beauty, because you have even won over your mother, the greatest woman, so what difficulty is there in spurring on other women!

After the first time, I became much bolder when I approached my mother for the second time. Not long after my mother lay down, I touched her soft belly and called out "Mom." She didn't answer, so I went further to touch her breasts, and after a while, I couldn't resist pressing my whole body against hers, making a fuss over her body. I knew my mother must have felt my actions, because I later almost recklessly thrust into her body, making the iron bunk bed creak and groan. My mother could hear the footsteps of a mouse foraging for food at night, so how could she not know that someone was making such a racket on her? And every time I sped up, her breathing became much heavier, and when I climaxed and ejaculated, she would often let out a faint, moaning sound, and her vagina would contract. At this time, I would try my best to stay still at the entrance of her vagina until all the semen was ejaculated and smeared all over her genitals and inner thighs. Afterwards,

I would often fall asleep from exhaustion, and my mother would get up half an hour later to clean up the mess… We maintained this tacit secret in the darkness, without turning on the lights, waking up as if it were a pleasant dream, eating and laughing as usual during the day, mother and son still intimately close.

I asked my mother why she allowed my misbehavior back then, and she said she was worried that I would harm my health by holding it in. She thought that after my adolescent restlessness subsided, I would be more restrained, as long as these things didn't distract me from my studies. Furthermore, the long-term separation meant that even when her father returned, they had few opportunities for intimacy. My masculine presence brought her relaxation and comfort, and her pent-up desire for intimacy was stimulated by my touch, creating a tingling, pleasurable sensation. Subconsciously, she didn't reject my masculine advances. My mother said that every time I ejaculated, she saw me as her father, but the sight of her son's real body would pull her back to reality. The images of my father and me would repeatedly appear before her eyes, and under this dual stimulation, she often couldn't control herself and experienced a sensation similar to orgasm, her vagina contracting powerfully. At that time, I lacked skill, approaching my mother's body purely on instinct, my movements rough and irregular. Sometimes it felt like biting and hurting her, and in many cases, I would just randomly insert my penis near her anus and perineum, only caring about my own pleasure, completely failing to satisfy a woman's normal physiological desires. If it weren't for my mother's boundless maternal love and my own rich fantasies, which brought me even more pleasure by recalling scenes of making love with my father, it would have been difficult for me to experience the sensation of my mother's vaginal opening contracting (we never penetrated her vagina then; my mother would clamp my penis between her thighs, and I would use the head of my penis to press against her vaginal opening).

Once, after I had been sucking on my mother's breasts and rubbing against her thighs until I ejaculated, I fell asleep shortly after. My mother's body was ablaze with desire from me; she couldn't sleep during her climax. Seeing that I was sleeping soundly, she covered me with a blanket and then began to masturbate (from childhood to adulthood, my mother and I were almost inseparable, and I had never seen her masturbate, no matter how long my father was away). So when I was awakened by my mother's suppressed, ecstatic moans, the shock was indescribable: my mother's body was arched, her waist forming a beautiful bow, her thighs were snow-white and clearly visible in the moonlight streaming through the window, and one of her delicate hands was grasping her high... Her breasts pushed against her deep cleavage, and with her other hand, she pulled off her lace panties, hanging them on her knees, and then reached into that mysterious, protruding mound... This was the first time I truly felt what a woman's moan was like. It was completely different from the exaggerated screams of porn stars. My mother's moans were restrained, simple, and beautiful, like a delicate orchid, yet they could make a man rush forward and display his strength. My penis quickly strained against the sheets, as if it were about to burst. No wonder Dad said that only Mom could make him rush into battle. Because when facing a woman full of femininity, you can't wait until you're fully prepared before conquering that fertile land!

My mother wasn't very skilled at masturbation. Her hand, touching her genitals, only gently parted her labia with her fingers, rubbing slightly without inserting anything. Her tongue barely darted out from under her rosy lips before she withdrew it—perhaps licking her lips would make her feel lewd. She was a traditional, loving wife and mother, a devoted family woman. If it weren't for her doting on me, she wouldn't have tolerated my actions. So, whenever I expressed dissatisfaction or jealousy towards my father, she vehemently defended his authority! "Zhihao!" she called my father's name. This name was a huge blow to me. After our sexual relationship deepened, she called out my father's name several times during orgasms, which made me very angry. Once, I even heard her call my father when I was holding her legs on my shoulders. My penis immediately went limp inside her vagina. My mother was terrified, thinking it would cause me impotence. From then on, she never mentioned my father in front of us during sex.

After Mom finished masturbating, I couldn't resist pulling back the covers and pressing myself against her soft body as she lay there. I rubbed and thrust against her genitals, expressing my jealousy at her calling out Dad's name. She only gently stroked and patted my back... We fell asleep exhausted. The next day was Saturday. Mom went to tutor a friend's child, a year older than me, who had repeated a grade and become my classmate, named Xiao Jun. I was bored at home alone when Aunt Du came out to wash vegetables and saw me playing marbles. She invited me to her house to play games. After I went in, she locked the door and leaned close, saying she wanted to play Contra with me and asked me to teach her. Then she deliberately rubbed her large breasts against my arm. She was from Shandong, tall and strong, and although she was 49, she still had a voluptuous figure.

After playing for a while, she suddenly grabbed my hand and said, "Xiao Long, Aunt Du will teach you another game, okay? It's really fun!" I said, "What game?" She pressed my hand onto her large breasts and said, "Touching a woman's breasts!" I forcefully pulled my hand back: "Your breasts aren't fun at all, not as good as my mom's!" Aunt Du laughed heartily, her manner somewhat lewd, a stark contrast to my mother. I blinked in disgust. She said, "Your mom's breasts are your dad's. Look at the lecherous looks those young men in the yard give your mom; maybe they're not just your dad's!" I said, "Pah! My mom says you're a shameless old woman. I'm not playing anymore, I'm going home." I got up to leave, but Aunt Du grabbed me, afraid I'd shout, and quickly said ingratiatingly, "Come on, Aunt Du will get you some fruit. Wait until your mom comes back before you go home, okay?" Tempted by both the game and the fruit, I stayed in Aunt Du's room, sitting on the floor playing games. She sat to my side, occasionally feeding me pieces of fruit, her hand stroking my legs in my shorts. She grabbed her breast, then moved behind me, resting her head on my shoulder, pressing her large breasts against my back. I could feel she wasn't wearing a bra. She breathed into my ear, making soft moaning sounds through her nose, and her hand began to slide down my collar, reaching inside my underwear.

A teenager couldn't withstand such stimulation; my penis quickly became erect. I played games while enduring her large hand gripping my penis. She put a piece of fruit in her mouth and pressed it against mine. I remembered my mother feeding me with her mouth, and the familiar sensation instantly rendered me powerless to resist. Aunt Du pushed me down, stood up, and stripped off her clothes. Lying on the floor, I looked up at her entire body: her large breasts sagged slightly, her areolas were prominently large, her nipples were dark red, her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, and her lower body was practically a forest of black hair. When she squatted down and mounted me, that thicket of hair seemed to want to strangle me.

She roughly and hastily pulled off my shirt, even tearing off a button. Long-term loneliness and solitude had made this woman, at her prime, desperately crave sexual comfort. She rolled my underwear up to my knees and pressed it against me, her enormous breasts covering my head. I could only breathe through the gap in her cleavage, otherwise I would suffocate. She grabbed my hands, pressing them down with her lower body, her lower body rapidly sinking and rising, emitting moans like a sow. Her vagina, compared to my mother's tight vagina, was far too loose, and coupled with her strong body odor, I couldn't reach orgasm! As a result, she moved on top of me for over half an hour, reaching orgasm three times, but my penis remained erect. Satisfied, she straddled me, panting. Afraid my mother would return, she got up to help me put my pants back on, pretending to be fierce as she warned me: "Don't tell anyone about what happened today."

I nodded in agreement and prepared to leave. Aunt Du touched my hard penis and said, "I'll show you what a woman is, what pleasure is!" She then pushed me against the door, pulled down my pants, and made me stand while she gave me oral sex… She sucked and sipped my glans with great relish, my penis and testicles soaked with her saliva. It was the first time I experienced the pleasure of oral sex from a woman, and I couldn't last more than five minutes before ejaculating in her mouth. At that moment, Aunt Du seemed to have reached an orgasm, letting out moans and groans. She experienced the submissive pleasure of being possessed and conquered by a man… Aunt Du wiped the semen from her mouth and swallowed it all like noodles. She even licked and sucked my throbbing penis for over 30 seconds after ejaculation, not missing a single drop, and then cleaned my genitals with her mouth.

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