See how I had a relationship with my mother.

(I)

Looking back on my three years of high school, there were many hardships, but also many joys, all of which came from my mother because she loves me very much.

My mother gave birth to me when she was 25, and now she is almost 50. Time has left its merciless marks, but she is better maintained than most women in their 40s. She is slightly overweight, her breasts are a little saggy, and her lower abdomen protrudes a bit, but her skin is very good, and she has few wrinkles on her face. At least in my eyes, she is the most beautiful mother in the world.

Our family has a very good relationship. My parents are very harmonious, but I always feel that my mother is especially good to me, probably because I am her own flesh and blood, so naturally we are closer.

Since I started high school, the schoolwork has been very demanding, and the pressure has been great. I often go to bed very late at night, and my mother always makes me drink a glass of warm milk before bed, saying that it helps me sleep.

But I have a better way: masturbating before bed. Every time I ejaculate, I feel very tired, so I can fall asleep quickly and sleep very soundly. As for the objects of my imagination during masturbation, they are mostly celebrities, such as Kelly Chen, Twins, or others. But one night, I dreamt of making love with my mother and even had a nocturnal emission. From then on, my mother became my masturbation rival; none of those so-called celebrities could compare to my dearest mother. Lost

in fantasies about my mother, my first year of high school passed quickly. In my second year, I was placed in the humanities class. The girls in my class were always chattering, which gave me a deeper appreciation for my mother's mature beauty. My masturbation became even more frequent. Because my mind was constantly preoccupied with my mother's body, my grades plummeted. The teacher invited my father to the school, hoping the parents would cooperate to find the reason for my declining grades, since I had a good chance of getting into a top university. After my father came back, he discussed it with my mother and didn't say anything to me, only telling me to focus on my studies. I think they had no idea what I was doing, but I deeply felt their concern and love. Especially my mother; I saw nothing but love in her eyes.

From then on, I tried hard to study, but I couldn't break the habit of masturbating at night because I loved my mother too much.

One evening during the second semester of my junior year of high school, my dad was away on a business trip, and I was studying alone in my room. My mom was probably watching TV. After finishing my homework, I couldn't resist taking out my mom's picture and masturbating. I had taken the picture of her at home not long ago. My mom was smiling in the picture, and I was looking at her, hoping to see through her clothes, my hand moving rapidly inside my pants. Just then, my mom pushed the door open and came in. My desk was facing away from the door, so I didn't notice. I continued. But when I heard that familiar voice say in surprise, "What are you doing?", I had already ejaculated, panting. I turned around and saw my mom's surprised and slightly angry look. I was so scared that I didn't know what to say. Of course, my mom knew what I was doing, but when she saw her picture on the table, her face turned red instantly, all the way to her ears. Seeing me standing there dumbfounded, she said,

"Go and clean yourself up." I practically ran to the bathroom, took out my penis, wiped it clean, but I didn't bring my underwear with me, so I had to wipe the thick semen off my underwear as well.

When I got back to my room, Mom was sitting on my bed. Seeing me come in, she beckoned me to sit next to her and gently asked, "Do you often do this?" I said, "Yes, Mom, please don't be angry with me, okay?" Mom smiled and said, "How could I be? Mom knows you're growing up, but this kind of thing shouldn't be too frequent; it'll hurt your health."

Seeing that Mom wasn't angry, my heart immediately relaxed. Mom asked again, "Why are you taking Mom's picture?" I answered shyly, "I love Mom so much, so I think about you every time." "Silly child, what are you thinking? I'm your mother. Besides, doing this all the time will affect your studies. Don't do it again, understand?" "Oh, I know."

Then, Mom said those words that I still remember vividly: "My good child, you must study hard. Mom is counting on you. As long as you study hard, if you have any... difficulties, Mom will help you solve them." Looking into Mom's eyes, I immediately understood what she meant. I said, "Mom, don't worry, I'll listen to you. Just wait for my good news."

From then on, I really focused on my studies and stopped masturbating. I just took out my mom's photo every night to admire it. Hard work pays off. At the end of the semester, I ranked third in the whole grade. Even my teacher was surprised by my progress. My whole family was even happier. Dad specially allowed me to drink, but he got drunk before I did.

(II)

Mom and I helped Dad to the bedroom to lie down. He kept saying, "Good son, well done!" Mom and I went back to the dining table. I asked, "Mom, is Dad alright?" "He always thinks he's still young. In the end, he can't even outdrink his son." Actually, I was a little tipsy at that time. Without thinking, I asked, "Mom, I did well on the test this time. What prize do you have?" Mom understood what I meant. She glared at me and said, "Go to your room."

I suppressed my wildly beating heart and went back to my room. Mom followed me in and locked the door. She came to my side, had me lie down, and then gently pulled down my pants. My penis was already "offering its spear," and now freed from the constraints of my pants, it stood tall and straight. My mother looked at me for a while and said, "My son has really grown up. Close your eyes." I immediately obediently closed my eyes, feeling my mother's hand touching my penis—it felt so soft and comfortable. Next, my mother began to slowly masturbate me. Her technique wasn't very skilled, but it felt much better than when I did it myself. I started to moan, secretly opening my eyes to look at my mother. Her face was flushed, and she was looking at me lovingly. The thought that my mother was masturbating me filled me with immense excitement. I ejaculated quickly, and because I wasn't prepared, I ejaculated everywhere. I looked at my mother somewhat embarrassed, and she scolded me, "You're still a child." Then she found a towel and wiped the semen off my body and the mat. She helped me put my pants back on and asked, "Is it comfortable?" "It's so comfortable, Mom! Will you help me again?" "As long as you study hard and make your mother proud, how could your good son not be comfortable?" After saying that, she quickly kissed me on the cheek and left. I lay there, feeling completely relaxed and comfortable, not wanting to move at all, and fell asleep.

The next morning, Dad said while eating breakfast, "You did well on the exam this time. Anyway, it's summer vacation, so let your mother take a few days off to take you on a trip. Next semester you'll be a senior in high school, and you won't have time to rest." I glanced at Mom happily. Mom was looking at me too, and she blushed and immediately turned away. I think she must have been thinking about what happened last night, and we were going on a trip together for several days.

We went to Qingdao, not with a tour group, but to make our own arrangements, which would be more flexible. After getting off the plane, we checked into the Secret Garden Hotel, near the sea, in an elegant environment. Since it was just the mother and son, we only booked one standard room. We could see the sea from the window. That was my first time at the beach, and I was so excited that I didn't notice my mother's slightly downcast expression. But at dinner, I noticed and asked, "Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" "No, maybe it's just the fatigue from the flight," my mother said. Although she said that, I knew it wasn't because of that. I realized my selfish behavior; how could I have been so self-absorbed and forgotten about my mother?

I decided to correct my mistake. I chatted with my mother, cracking jokes and constantly serving her her favorite dishes. Gradually, her mood improved, and I was naturally happy too.

After dinner, back in the room, my mother said she was going to take a shower and told me to watch TV first. When she finished showering, she came out to find that the two single beds that were originally separate had been moved together, making it look like a double bed.

She asked me in surprise why, and I said, "I haven't slept with Mom for many years; I'm going to sleep with her tonight."

Mom laughed and said, "You're still so young! You're so big and you still want to sleep with Mom? Aren't you ashamed?" "Not at all! I'll always be Mom's little child. Children are supposed to sleep with their mothers!" "Okay then, but don't move around too much, and don't have any bad thoughts, okay?" "Yes, I promise!" After saying that, I ran to take a shower and crawled into bed wearing only my underwear. Although it was July, Qingdao wasn't hot at all, and the hotel had air conditioning, so I only needed a thin blanket.

As soon as I lay down, I smelled Mom's fragrance. It wasn't the smell of soap, but a special scent that I couldn't describe. I couldn't help but lean closer to Mom. Mom was wearing a one-piece bathrobe, which felt like silk against her skin, but I wanted to be even closer to her skin, because that would feel even better. I whispered,

"Mom, can I hug you?" Mom was lying with her back to me. After a few seconds, she said, "Okay." I tentatively placed my left hand on her waist. It was so soft. Although it didn't have the curves of a young girl's, the fullness felt wonderful. After a while, seeing that Mom didn't object, I moved my hand towards her lower abdomen. There was even more flesh there, and I could feel a warmth even through her robe. As I was touching her, Mom pressed my hand down and said, "Just leave it there, don't move." I obediently stopped moving, but I pressed my body against hers, my chest against her back, my already erect penis pressing against her buttocks. Mom's buttocks were so full. I shifted my body so that my penis was pressed against her buttocks cleft, because that was where I felt most comfortable.

I felt my mother's body trembling. I asked, "Mom, are you cold?" "A little. Just hold me tight and don't move, okay?" My right hand was uncomfortable under her body, so I simply reached under her neck and hugged her. My mother seemed to groan a little, but didn't say anything. I hugged my mother very tightly, my penis pressed against her without moving, enjoying it. My mother gradually stopped trembling, and her body slowly softened from its previous stiffness, letting me hold her tightly. Perhaps because she was too tired from the flight, we fell asleep like that, hugging each other.

(III)

The next morning, I woke up very early because I needed to pee. When I opened my eyes, in the dim light, I saw that my mother was curled up in my arms, her face pressed against my bare chest, her right hand around my waist. This excited me so much.

Looking at my mother sleeping soundly, she had both a mature charm and a girlish beauty, which greatly shocked me and made my penis swell up like iron.

I was afraid of waking my mother, but I was so impulsive that I gently moved my body and brought my mouth closer to her lips. When I was only about two centimeters away, my mother suddenly opened her eyes and tilted her head back. We stared at each other for several seconds. My mother laughed and said, "You little rascal, trying to ambush your mother?"

I smiled sheepishly, but I wasn't giving up. I pleaded, "Mom, just let me kiss you, just once." My mother looked at me intently for a while, then closed her eyes. I knew this was tacit consent, so I imitated the way I'd seen kissing on TV, slowly bringing my mouth closer and gently kissing my mother's full lips. I just kissed my mother's lips like that. I didn't know what a real kiss was like; I was just imitating, so apart from the softness and slight fragrance, I didn't feel anything special. Just then, my mother's mouth slightly opened, and I mischievously stuck my tongue deep inside, wanting to startle her. Little did I know what it would be like once it was inside. My mother's mouth was wet and slippery. When my tongue touched hers, a slight electric shock came from the tip. Naturally, I wasn't going to let such pleasure pass me by, and my tongue kept entwining with hers. At first, my mother tried to dodge, but there was nowhere to hide. She was tightly wrapped and sucked by my tongue.

After a long, long time, my mother pushed me away, panting heavily, and said, "Are you trying to suffocate me?" I had tasted the sweetness and begged, "Mom, again! It's my first kiss, you have to let me enjoy it." My mother murmured, "First time, first kiss, first time."

I kissed her again. This time I improved. I sucked my mother's fragrant tongue into my mouth and slowly savored it. My mother was also intoxicated by my gentle kiss.

After kissing for who knows how long, my tongue became a little numb, so I withdrew. My mother must have been exhausted long ago, as she was breathing softly beside me.

A little while later, Mom sat up and said to me, "You little rascal, you've exhausted me! Even your dad doesn't kiss me for this long."

I laughed and said, "Dad gets to kiss me every day, but this is a rare opportunity for me." Mom smiled and got up to wash up. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw me still lying in bed and said, "Get up, my lazy son."

"No, I want Mom to pull me up," I said coquettishly. Mom reluctantly bent down to pull me up, and just then, I saw Mom's breasts through the neckline of her pajamas. I froze. They were so big, so white, and it looked like she wasn't wearing a bra.

Seeing my strange expression, Mom hesitated for a moment, then immediately realized what was wrong and turned around to sit on the edge of the bed.

I muttered to myself, "So beautiful, so lovely."

I sat up, put my arm around my mother's shoulder, and said, "Mom, I want... I want to see." "No, we're mother and son, this won't do."

"Then why did you help me that time, Mom?"

"That was so you could focus on your studies. We've already gone astray, we can't continue down that path." "Mom's breasts are for me to breastfeed, aren't they? I even suckled on them when I was little. Besides, look at me..." I turned my mother around so she could see my erect penis.

My mother stared at my lower body, silent for a long time. I stared at her, pleading, "Mom, please, please."

I saw my mother biting her lip, nodding slightly as if shaking her head. I couldn't bear this situation any longer. I don't know where I got the courage, but I reached out and touched the shoulder strap of my mother's pajamas. Just as I pulled the right shoulder strap down to her upper arm, my mother grabbed my hand and said, "Idiot, this won't do." Then she got up and went to the bathroom. I was utterly disappointed and collapsed onto the bed. But Mom quickly came out, her pajamas already off, which she held to her chest. I was incredibly excited and moved. So that's what Mom meant when she said it wouldn't work that way; I was so stupid.

Mom came over and sat on the edge of the bed, not saying a word, just looking at me. I was incredibly nervous, my hands trembling as I reached out. As I touched the pajamas, I also touched Mom's chest. At that moment, I saw Mom's eyes close. Her hand tightened only for a second, and the pajamas were pulled down.

At that moment, I saw the most beautiful sight of my life: a pair of full breasts, round and firm, slightly sagging but still throbbing. The brown areolas accentuated the round, lustrous nipples. Although I had never seen other women's breasts, I was certain these were the most beautiful in the world. Mom's hands seemed to have nowhere to go; she tried to cover her chest, but couldn't hide this beautiful sight. Her shy expression was absolutely captivating.

It took me a long time to finally pull my gaze away from those bulges. My mother was wearing white underwear, probably cotton, a very ordinary style, similar to my boxer shorts. The rest of her body was completely naked, her snow-white skin dazzlingly white. Because we were so close, I could almost see the pores on her skin. I looked at every part of my mother's body—breasts, shoulders, abdomen, thighs—it was overwhelming. I felt she had the most beautiful body in the world; I couldn't find any other words to describe it.

My mother, seeing my stunned expression, said coquettishly (to me, it sounded like coquettishness), "Haven't you seen enough?" "Not enough, not enough, I can never get enough of her beauty." "

You're such a chatterbox." I looked up at my mother; she seemed unable to meet my gaze, her eyes darting away, looking elsewhere. She seemed to notice my increasingly erect penis and asked with concern, "Is it uncomfortable?"

I seemed to shout from the bottom of my heart, "Yes!"

"Poor thing," Mom said pitifully.

I hurriedly asked, "Mom, can you do it like last time?"

Mom looked at me, let out a long sigh, and said, "I knew you'd take advantage of me. Let me get dressed."

I wasn't about to let her go. I grabbed her hand and pressed it onto my penis. She tried to struggle, but I held on, and she gave up after a while. She carefully helped me pull down my underwear and placed her hand on my burning hot penis. She seemed surprised by how hot it was, and pulled her hand back slightly, but immediately grabbed it again. Gently stroking it gave me the feeling of flying to the clouds again. I couldn't help but pull Mom closer, put my arm around her shoulder, and kiss her on the lips.

Mom had just said, "Don't touch me like that," when I sealed her beautiful red lips with mine.

Since I was lying down, and Mom's left hand was masturbating me, she was almost lying on top of me when we kissed. I pulled her close, and finally, her breasts touched my chest. At that moment, I almost suffocated. A softness I had never felt before spread rapidly from my chest throughout my body. I simply pulled my mother down onto me, making full contact with her chest.

I was sucking on my mother's fragrant tongue, her full breasts were pressed against my chest, and I could even feel her nipples pressing against me. Below, my mother's small hand was stroking me. This three-pronged stimulation made me feel almost out of my mind. Soon, I reached my climax. Perhaps having learned from my previous experience, my mother knew I was about to ejaculate. She struggled to break free from my mouth, grabbed a piece of cloth-like material, and placed it on my penis, while her hand continued to stroke me. I felt a tingling sensation in my lower body, and then a lot of things spurted out.

When I came to my senses from the intense stimulation after ejaculation, I saw my mother looking at me with those loving eyes again, but it seemed different from before. There was a change in that love, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Then I looked again and realized that the cloth-like material was actually my mother's nightgown. There was a lot of thick semen on it, emitting a strong smell, and there was also a lot on Mom's hands.

When Mom saw that I was awake, she laughed and said, "Now look what you've done, you've made Mom's pajamas so dirty." I said apologetically, "Mom, I'm sorry, let me wash it for you." "Who said you had to wash it?"

Looking at the way Mom spoke, I felt that it was the way she often spoke to Dad, with a kind of flirtatious manner.

Could it be...

(IV)

Mom went into the bathroom and put on some clothes, of course not the pajamas, but another one. When she came out and saw that I was still lying naked on the bed, she quickly avoided looking at me and said, "Little darling, why aren't you dressed?" Seeing that she was shy, I was too embarrassed to make her feel awkward anymore. I quickly dressed and asked, "Mom, where are we going to play today?"

Mom thought for a moment and said, "Let's go shopping in the morning and go swimming at the beach in the afternoon, okay?" "Hooray!" Mom and I went to the Qingdao People's Department Store because Mom didn't bring a swimsuit, so we had to buy one. I suggested buying a bikini, but Mom disagreed, saying she was too old for a bikini and it would be embarrassing. I replied that Mom had such a great figure, it would be a shame not to wear one. As I

said this, Mom looked at me shyly, while I smiled smugly. When we got to the counter, the saleswoman, seeing the mother and son buying bikinis, said, "Ma'am, you're so lucky to have such a filial son." Mom was too shy to speak, but I secretly noted down her swimsuit size.

After buying the swimsuit, Mom seemed to lose interest in shopping. Eager to see her in a bikini, I dragged her to grab a quick bite and then to the Second Beach, not far from our hotel. It wasn't crowded, but the seawater was relatively clean.

When I changed into my swimming trunks and went to the beach, under the bright sunshine, I saw a beautiful woman standing on the shore in a bikini, her long hair styled in a bun, which accentuated the length and elegance of her neck.

Her full, curvaceous figure was even more alluring in her bikini. That was my mother.

Seeing me staring at her blankly again, she knew I was up to no good and sat down to stop me from looking so openly.

I sat down beside her and said, "Mom, you're so beautiful." My mother didn't speak, gazing thoughtfully at the undulating sea. I didn't know what she was thinking; maybe she was thinking about my father, maybe…maybe she was thinking about the beautiful scenery of this morning, just like me.

I took my mother's hand and led her towards the beach. She didn't speak either, letting me hold her hand as we walked together.

We swam slowly. My mother had taught me to swim, but she seemed a little distracted. A wave crashed over her, and she choked on water, her strokes becoming erratic. I quickly grabbed her.

At seventeen, I was tall and strong. I held my mother's waist, trying to keep her head above water, saying, "It's okay, Mom, it's okay," as we swam back.

Once ashore, I helped my mother sit down. She leaned on my shoulder, seemingly exhausted, coughing up the seawater she had swallowed. Looking at her face, red from the water, I felt a pang of heartache. I pulled her into my arms, letting her head rest on my chest, and patted her shoulder to comfort her.

After a while, she recovered, suddenly realizing she was leaning on my chest. She quickly sat up, her face flushed, looking at me. Now I knew her blush wasn't from the water, but from being against her son's chest. I

couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. I said, "Mom, let's go back. The sun's strong today; we don't want you to get a tan." My mother smiled and agreed.

Because we changed our plans, we didn't get back to the hotel until after 2 PM, still early for dinner, and not enough time to go out again. We had no choice but to rest in the room. After showering and changing, my mother and I sat in the room, unsure what to say. To break the awkward silence, my mother suggested watching TV.

I turned on the TV and saw that the hotel's closed-circuit television was playing an American blockbuster. A couple was having sex; the footage wasn't explicit, but it was beautifully shot, though everyone knew it was sex. My mother was embarrassed to watch, but I had the remote, and I watched intently, finding it beautiful.

Finally, the sex scene on TV ended, and the protagonists started a gunfight and chase. I lost interest and turned to look at my mother. She had just showered, her hair still wet and draped over her shoulders, and her rosy lips reminded me of our morning's intimacy.

I jumped over and sat beside her, kissing her. My mother didn't flinch, letting me kiss her lips.

But I kissed her too hard, causing her to lose her balance and fall onto the bed. This was unexpected, but I reacted quickly, pressing my upper body against hers. Even through her clothes, I could feel the movement of her breasts, different from the feeling I had this morning.

I began exploring her mouth, finally capturing her tongue after several strokes, and we began to intertwine and suckle. At first, Mom passively let me suckle, but slowly, she began to respond, her tongue skillfully touching my tongue and lips. This skillful kiss was naturally better than my recklessness, and for a moment we were both lost in the moment.

After kissing for what seemed like an eternity, I felt Mom's body getting warm, and I realized there were so many parts of her body waiting for me to explore. So I started kissing Mom's face, then her neck, and Mom's breathing gradually became more heavy.

Because I had soiled her one-piece nightgown, Mom was wearing another set. When I eagerly lifted Mom's top, I noticed she was wearing a black bra. The contrast between her snow-white skin and the black bra was indeed strikingly alluring. I reached out to lift the bra, but it was firmly in place; there were no clasps, leaving me unsure what to do.

Knowing I was helpless, Mom pushed me away, took off her shirt, and reached behind her back. Her bra suddenly sagged, and I realized the clasp was in the back. I quickly took the bra off for her and then pressed her back onto the bed.

I held her heaving breasts like precious treasures, gently squeezing them. Seeing no adverse reaction from Mom, I started playing with them.

One hand couldn't hold her full breasts, so I used both hands to knead one at a time.

Watching her breasts change shape in my hands was incredibly stimulating. Looking at her reddish-brown nipple, I couldn't resist kissing it. But when I took her nipple into my mouth, she trembled. I began to suckle passionately, as if nursing.

Mom stroked my head, and it felt like we were back seventeen years ago. The difference was that Mom's breasts were dry, and the son suckling was now an adult with a hard penis.

(V)

As I rubbed and sucked, my mother's chest heaved even more, and she made some soft moaning sounds. When I released her breasts and moved my lips downwards, my mother held my head still with her hands and said in a voice that sounded exhausted, "Good son, no, we can't go any further. We'll make a mistake." At that time, I didn't know what sex was like. I had only seen on TV couples who were naked, the man on top of the woman, their buttocks moving constantly. I just felt my penis getting hard and wanted to hold my mother's soft body tightly. I knew I wanted to have sex with my mother, but I didn't know how. So when I heard my mother say that, I froze.

Then my mother said again, "Do you want to have sex with me like on TV?" I nodded vigorously. My mother sat up, took her pajamas and covered her chest with them, and slowly said, "Child, we are mother and son, we can't do that."

"But, but Mom, you helped me masturbate and let me kiss your breasts, isn't that sex?" My mother blushed again when she heard me say "masturbate," but she continued, "Yes, Mom shouldn't have done that. Last time I promised to reward you, and I was afraid you'd hurt yourself by holding back, so... But today I don't know what came over me... Anyway, we've already made a mistake, we can't go any further, otherwise it'll be... incest." I knew what incest meant, but hearing it from my mother was still very exciting, and I'd never thought there was anything wrong with incest. So without thinking, I said, "Mom, I love you so much, I like you so much, I want to be with you."

My mother said angrily, "No, if you keep doing this, Mom won't talk to you anymore." I felt like I'd been struck by lightning, and all my passion vanished. I slumped onto the bed, silent. After getting dressed, Mom saw how disappointed I was and felt a pang of guilt. She put her arms around my head and said, "My dear child, Mom loves you very much too. It's all my fault for making you so excited, and...sigh, we really can't do anything to betray your father." Hearing Mom say this, I was overcome with grief and burst into tears. Between sobs, I said, "Mom, do you know how much I love you? I really need you."

Mom was flustered by my crying and could only keep stroking my head, unable to say anything.

After crying for a while, I felt ashamed of myself. I looked up and saw that my mother's eyes were also full of tears. I wiped away her tears and asked, "Mom, do you love me?" "Yes, of course I love you. What mother doesn't love her son?" "Then do you love me more or Dad more?"

My mother thought for a moment and said, "Of course I love you more. You're a piece of my flesh." "Then you love me, and I love you too. Why can't we be together?" "Good child, my love for you is different from my love for your father. You'll understand when you grow up." After saying this, my mother got up and sat on the sofa. I knew there was no point in saying anything more, so I gave up.

In the following days, although my mother and I explored all of Qingdao, there was a knot in our hearts, and we weren't very happy.

About a week later, we went home. The summer vacation after my second year of high school passed quickly. My relationship with my mother seemed to have returned to what it was before, but I knew I could never forget that first day in Qingdao. I wonder if my mother felt the same way.

School started, and the workload was overwhelming. I studied mechanically, doing homework and reviewing every day. I became increasingly quiet and withdrawn at home. My dad thought I was becoming more sensible, but my mom could tell I was somewhat distracted.

Soon, National Day arrived, and the school, being lenient, gave us senior students a day off. I remember it was October 1st. My dad had an event at work, so it was just my mom and me at home. I locked myself in my room. I never used to lock my door, but things changed after returning from Qingdao.

After lunch, I went back to my room, unable to concentrate on studying, just lying on my bed randomly flipping through books.

Then, my mom knocked on the door and said, "It's Mom, open the door." I opened the door and went back to bed.

My mother came over and said to me, "Honey, is there anything you want to tell me?" I said defiantly, "I already said it in Qingdao."

"Don't you think that's cruel to me? Do you think I feel any better? How do you think I feel seeing you like this?"

These three questions stunned me and made my mother cry. Seeing my mother's tears, I panicked. I quickly pulled her to sit down on the bed, wiped her tears, and said, "Mom, I know it's my fault, but I really can't concentrate on my studies right now. My mind is so chaotic."

My mother looked at me with her red, tear-filled eyes, looking deeply into my eyes, and said, "It's all my fault. I set a bad precedent for you."

I quickly said, "No, it's my fault. I'm the one who's been overthinking all the time, and you have to worry about me." Hearing this, my mother was moved and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back just as tightly. The misunderstanding between mother and son vanished. As I savored the scent of my mother's hair, she said in a soft voice, "If you still want, I can let you... but I have two conditions." I was surprised, but I pretended to be calm and said, "Go ahead, Mom." "First, you must study hard; that's your biggest task right now. Second, we can't really make love. I can let you kiss me and use my hands, but we can't have anything else, okay?" I looked at my mother's eyes, which seemed to be glistening with tears again, and said, "No, Mom, I don't want to put you in a difficult position." "Silly child, how could I put you in a difficult position? Don't worry, I've made up my mind. Just don't let your father know." What could I say at that moment? I closed my eyes and wanted to kiss my mother.

Perhaps because of what she had just said, or perhaps because it had been more than two months since I had kissed my mother, this time it was especially blissful, and my mother was even more cooperative than when we were in Qingdao. Of course, my lower body began to get incredibly hard again.

My mother felt it too. She pushed me away, unbuttoned her shirt, and even helped me take off my pants. Just like last time, I rubbed my mother's breasts until she helped me masturbate until I ejaculated. This time I ejaculated a lot, and it felt very good. My mother carefully cleaned me up before getting dressed.

From then on, to avoid disappointing my mother, I started to focus on my studies again, and my mother would help me masturbate about once a week, sometimes twice, depending on whether there was an opportunity, because we had to hide it from my father.

Sometimes, when there wasn't enough time, my mother wouldn't take off her clothes, but would just let me touch her through her clothes or through them. As the weather got colder, we mostly did it through our clothes.

My mother and I developed a tacit understanding. When I really wanted something, I would whisper to her while serving her food at dinner, "Mom, I miss you." When Dad said he had to go out that night, we would quickly exchange glances, and Mom would come to my room after he left. All our affectionate behavior took place in my room. I had asked to do it in the living room or Mom's room, but I was never allowed to.

(VI)

New Year's Day passed in the blink of an eye. In another formal mock exam, I did well again. Plus, it was my mother's 43rd birthday at the end of January, so the whole family was very happy. Unfortunately, Dad had to go to Shanghai on a business trip and wouldn't be back until before the Spring Festival. He wouldn't be home for Mom's birthday. Before leaving, Dad told me to give Mom a good birthday celebration. I thought to myself: I'll shoot a lot of things in Mom's hands.

I wonder if that counts as a birthday present. Even so, I still prepared a gift for Mom. It was a cashmere scarf, quite expensive, which I bought with my saved allowance. On Mom's birthday, we cooked several dishes and opened a bottle of red wine. When I took out the gift, Mom was overjoyed. I wrapped the red scarf around her neck, and with the wine and the scarf accentuating her beauty, she looked absolutely stunning.

Soon, the bottle of wine was finished, and Mom seemed a little weak. I helped her to the sofa and cleaned up the leftovers. When I returned, Mom was slumped on the sofa, perhaps asleep. I had to carry her to her bed. Looking at Mom's slumbering, dreamlike appearance, I was overcome with lust and began to undress her. Mom was limp, and it took me a lot of effort to remove her top. I fondled her breasts for a while, but my attention quickly shifted to her lower body. Although we had been intimate many times, I had only ever seen her underwear. I couldn't let this opportunity slip by.

I carefully removed her outer pants and long underwear, leaving her only in her underwear. My mother's full thighs were laid out before me. I stroked them up and down, finally deciding to pull down her panties. As the last piece of her underwear was removed, the body of a middle-aged woman was finally fully revealed before me. Her upper body had the full breasts I knew all too well and could never get enough of looking at. Her lower body had sparse pubic hair, neatly arranged in an inverted triangle, quite different from mine. I moved my mother's thighs apart, and between her legs, I saw a brown slit. I knew that was a woman's vulva; that's where I came into this world.

I studied my mother's genitals, comparing them to the descriptions in books I remembered, finding the labia majora and minora, the clitoris. I even took a deep breath of the scent of my mother's vulva. So fragrant!

During this process, my mother only hummed a few times; I knew she was intoxicated. A wicked thought surged into my mind.

My mother didn't want me to have sex with her, so why not take this opportunity?

Without hesitation, I stripped off my clothes, pulled back the covers, and covered both my mother and me. I rushed to press my body against hers. This experience taught me what love truly meant. I lay on top of her, kissing and caressing her for a while until my penis was unbearably throbbing before I began my assault. This was when I realized it wasn't easy. My mother was drowsy and motionless, and I couldn't find the right spot. Several attempts failed, and I was sweating profusely with frustration.

Then, my mother moved her hand, seemingly guiding my penis. I found the spot instantly, and with a thrust, my penis entered a wonderfully pleasurable place. It was wet and tightly enveloped me, tighter than during masturbation, but the feeling was even more intoxicating. I began to move involuntarily, my movements becoming more practiced and skillful, as I discovered the most pleasurable way to move.

Then I glanced at my mother and saw her biting her lip, her brow furrowed, as if she were enduring something.

Only then did I realize that Mom was awake, and that she had intentionally helped me earlier. Excitedly, I kissed her. But when I touched her lips, her tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and her tongue began to passionately intertwine with mine, more passionate than ever before, and a moan escaped her throat. So that's what she had been holding back.

With each powerful thrust, Mom's breathing and moans grew stronger, and I felt the urge to ejaculate several times. Fortunately, after so many masturbations, I had experience controlling ejaculation, and I managed to suppress the urge each time.

After countless thrusts, Mom's lower body was soaking wet.

Suddenly, Mom hugged me tightly, her vagina contracting violently several times. She seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and went limp again. I didn't know what was happening, and continued thrusting deeply. Finally,

I couldn't hold back the urge to explode any longer, and a stream of semen shot deep into Mom's vagina like a bullet.

Exhausted, I lay panting on top of Mom, and she lay limply as well. After a long, long time, I noticed my mother had opened her eyes and was looking at me. There was something complicated in her eyes that made me a little flustered. I asked softly, "Mom, are you angry?" "Angry about what?" "Angry that I took advantage of you while you were drunk, and..." My mother smiled and said, "I know you little rascal won't give up until you get your mother, but if I were really drunk, could you have gotten in?"

I knew my mother was referring to what she had done to me, and I said shyly, "That was my first time." My mother looked at the ceiling and said, "You gave your first time to your mother." "I'm so happy that I gave it to my mother."

"Your mother is happy too."

At this moment, my mother and I both felt that the place where we wanted to touch was very wet and cold. When we separated, we saw that our lower bodies were almost completely soaked. There was a large wet patch on the sheets, and our bodily fluids were mixed together, making our pubic hair stick together in clumps. And my once proud penis was now limp and hanging between my legs.

I saw my mother looking at my penis, as if she was mocking me, so I quickly changed the subject and said, "Let's go take a shower." My mother didn't say much and just told me to go first.

(VII)

I went to the bathroom and started washing. After a while, my mother came in. She was also naked and stood under the showerhead to wash with me. As my mother washed her hair, I saw the white foam sliding down her head, from her breasts to her genitals. This strange stimulation made me hard again. I slowly moved closer to my mother. She noticed me and rinsed the foam off her head, opening her eyes to look at me. I was once again intoxicated by her loving gaze.

I cautiously asked, "Mom, didn't you used to forbid me from..." My mother smiled and said, "This was unexpected. I was a little drowsy just now. You carried me to the bed, and when I woke up, you were thrusting around. You made me feel itchy, and I really couldn't bear to disappoint you, so..." I excitedly hugged my mother and began to kiss her passionately. Before long, we were both incredibly excited. After drying ourselves off, we somehow ended up back on the bed. This time, while not quite as smooth, it was much better than before. I thrust for a full half hour, during which my mother trembled twice. Finally, I ejaculated deep into her womb. The continuous battle left both of us exhausted. That night, I slept soundly in my mother's arms. The next morning

, when I woke up, my mother was already up, sitting at her dressing table combing her hair. She was wearing the same nightgown I had used in Qingdao, which was now covered in my semen. I became excited again, jumped up, and tried to kiss her, but she stopped me, saying, "Child, don't do this. Although we... we can't continue like this without restraint. After all, I'm your mother, and I know you're young, and once you experience this, you're easily tempted to indulge. If your father finds out, it'll be all over. So, I have a few conditions to discuss with you." I knew my mother was right, so I let her continue. "We'll still do things the same way as before. As long as you study hard, Mom will give you what you want. But you can't be too explicit, okay?" When I heard that I could still have sex with Mom, I obediently said, "Mom, I'll do whatever you say."

Mom smiled and said, "Sweetie, go wash your face and brush your teeth." But I was still hard, so I held onto Mom and said, "Mom, I want it, Dad's not here anyway." Mom flicked me on the head and said, "I knew you'd do this." Before she finished speaking, I had already picked her up and put her on the bed.

My hands roamed over Mom's body, arousing her desire as well. Her two round, large breasts began to swell and harden under my touch, and her legs began to loosen. I helped Mom take off her nightgown, and while the iron was hot, I spread her thighs apart and intentionally probed her vagina with my hand, gently thrusting in and out.

Gradually, Mom became very wet down there. She grasped my thick penis and tried to insert it into her vagina. I pressed Mom down beneath me, and my penis began to thrust rapidly, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, left and right. The extreme pleasure made Mom extremely happy, and she began to moan loudly. My mother had completely disregarded moral boundaries, eagerly savoring this rare pleasure. Her body responded to each of my thrusts, and I kissed her, savoring her fragrance. In the midst of our vigorous movements, I ejaculated once more. My mother, immersed in unparalleled joy, nestled limply against my chest. For the next few

days, I slept in my mother's bed. She cooked delicious meals every day and came home early from work to be with me. I can't remember how many times we made love, but my technique improved significantly, and I finally understood that my mother's unusual trembling was a sign of orgasm. I discovered that my mother had orgasms every time, sometimes even twice, and the bond between mother and son reached a new height.

A few days later, my father returned, and my "honeymoon" with my mother ended. I became a good boy again, focusing on my studies every day, but every night when my mother brought me milk, she would kiss me for a while, allowing me to touch her body. Although it was just a brief, fleeting moment, it motivated me to study.

Since having real sex with my mother, I began to pay attention to my parents' sex life. They did it about once a week, usually on weekends. Mom didn't moan much during sex; at least I couldn't hear a sound from outside the door. I only knew that shortly after they went to bed, Mom would go to the bathroom to wash for a while, so they must have already done it. This puzzled me. Mom would moan when she was with me, sometimes quite loudly. Did she and Dad have a bad sex life?

It was Chinese New Year, and many relatives and guests were visiting, so Mom and I couldn't find a chance to be intimate, which made me very frustrated. Finally, on the fifth night of the Lunar New Year, after I went to bed, I heard Mom go to the bathroom. Knowing she must have just finished with Dad, I quietly got up and went into the bathroom.

Mom was wearing pajamas, lifting the hem to wipe herself with a towel. Seeing me come in, she smiled shyly and continued washing. I went over, took the towel, and helped her wipe herself. Mom didn't say anything, but gradually I realized my goal wasn't to wipe her, but to make her wetter. Her legs started to tremble, and I finally couldn't resist hugging her.

Mom said, "Hurry up." I immediately carried Mom to the sink, took off my pants, and thrust into her. Since she was already wet, I entered her easily. I thrust hard, and Mom held me, trying her best not to make a sound. But I thrust in quickly and deeply, and she couldn't help but moan. Soon, she reached orgasm, and I also ejaculated because of the new position and forbidden pleasure. Mom and I quickly tidied up and went back to our rooms. My heart was hanging in suspense until the next morning when nothing seemed amiss.

Later, I kissed Mom again, wondering why she moaned when she was with me but not when she was with Dad. She said shyly, "You're so young, and you're so thick and hard, Mom moans because it feels good." Seeing her shy expression, I realized that I had surpassed Dad in sexual matters. For Mom's sexual happiness, I secretly vowed to study hard and make love to Mom properly.

(VIII)

Soon, the second semester of senior year began. Because I had a real physical relationship with my mother, my sexual desires were released, and I felt that I would be letting her down if I didn't study hard, so I studied very diligently. Of course, when I returned home, my mother would always reward me. We seized every opportunity to make love, although each time was very short and rushed—almost as soon as we took off our clothes and immediately put them back on—but I still felt very comfortable, especially my mother, who became more and more uninhibited. She would moan loudly whenever we made love, and almost every time she would reach orgasm.

Humans are not easily satisfied; desire seems like a bottomless pit. I gradually became dissatisfied with just making love with my mother and wanted to sleep with her, to be together all night. But I never had the chance. Things changed during the college entrance examination.

July is scorching hot. Since my home was far from the examination venue, my family decided to book a room in a hotel near the venue so that I could rest well during the exam period. We booked a standard room, and my father decided that my mother would stay with me at the hotel every night to take care of me. Of course, he didn't know about my relationship with my mother, nor did he know what my "needs" were that my mother cared about most.

On July 6th, my family had dinner together. Dad took Mom and me to the hotel, told me to rest well and focus on my exams, and asked Mom to take good care of me before he left.

I didn't feel much pressure about the college entrance exam because I knew I would get into a top university, and I'd taken so many exams that I was almost numb to it. But I couldn't miss the chance to be alone with Mom. As soon as Mom left, I hugged her, and her face turned red again. Even though we'd done it so many times, Yuexu, we were still mother and son, and she always blushed when I hugged and kissed her. Mom whispered, "You have your exams tomorrow, you need to rest well today." I kissed her and said, "Being with Mom is the best rest." I

quickly took off my clothes, undressing Mom like a lamb. Since we had plenty of time, I decided to flirt with Mom. I put her on the bed, and after some kisses and caresses, my mouth went to her genitals. Mom knew what I was going to do and hurriedly said, "No, you can't kiss there." But I had already started. I gently sucked on my mother's labia, occasionally nibbling at her bright red clitoris.

With my sucking and licking, my mother gradually became aroused. Her thighs slowly clamped around my head, her skin undulating gently with my movements, and she murmured, "Mom can't take it anymore, good boy, Mom can't take it."

Since it was my first time giving my mother oral sex, this unusual stimulation quickly brought her to orgasm. A torrent of fluid gushed from deep within her vagina, which I swallowed

, leaving her genitals soaking wet. After a long, breathless pause, my mother said softly, "You're killing me, come on, I'll let you have your fill tonight." She then wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me onto her. I couldn't resist any longer and thrust my erect penis into her vagina. My mother cooperated by opening her legs, revealing her vulva for easy penetration. I was already experienced with this routine; I guided my penis, aligning the head with her vagina, and gently inserted it

. Although Mom was already soaking wet, she still let out a soft moan as my large penis entered her.

The warm, comfortable sensation of her tight, fleshy opening gripping my penis excited me so much that I thrust my entire penis into her warm, tight vagina.

I began to thrust gently and slowly, but this thrusting gradually became rough and wild. As my thrusting speed increased, Mom's initial soft moans gradually turned into joyful groans.

After about a thousand thrusts, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated. Mom, weakened by her second orgasm, let me press down on her. After a while, Mom pushed me away. I thought she was going to the bathroom to wash up, but instead, she rolled over and took my penis into her mouth. This was the first time Mom had let my penis into her mouth, and it was covered in my semen and her own bodily fluids. Mom gently licked it, and that tenderness made my penis, which had just ejaculated, feel extremely comfortable. Soon, I became erect again. Mom looked up at me and continued her actions.

I could tell this was Mom's first time giving a man oral sex, and she wasn't very skilled, at least not like the ones I'd seen in porn. She just held my penis in her mouth, carefully licking my glans, as if afraid of hurting me. But the stimulation was too much for me to handle, and I impulsively pushed Mom down again. Another passionate encounter ensued.

Because of tomorrow's exam, Mom only did it twice before forbidding me to continue, so I just cuddled her and fell asleep.

The next morning, Mom woke me up, and we took a shower together. In the bathroom, Mom gave me oral sex for a while, which excited me so much that I had sex with her in the bathtub. After we finished cleaning up, Dad came. Mom and I resumed our mother-son relationship. After breakfast, I went to the exam hall.

The next two and a half days passed smoothly, and so did my sex life with Mom. Having learned oral sex, we had another way to have fun. I even asked Mom to give me oral sex like in porn. Mom tried her best to satisfy me, making me feel incredibly comfortable every night. How could my exams not go well?

Unfortunately, the college entrance exam only lasted two and a half days. After the last exam, we went home. Dad told my classmates to relax, but I kept thinking about my mother's body and felt that everything else was meaningless. Having tasted the forbidden fruit, I naturally became addicted to it, especially since my beautiful and lovely mother was the one I shared it with.

(IX)

After the college entrance exam, it felt like everything in the world had been done. I had nothing to do all day. It was supposed to be relaxing, but it was more uncomfortable than having something to do. My mind was no longer on studying, and all that was left was my mother. Since I started giving my mother oral sex, I became addicted to this method, and my mother seemed to like it too. In the subsequent times we made love, we would give each other oral sex for a while first, getting very excited before penetration. This made the orgasm even more intense, and we really enjoyed it.

Dad had suggested that my mother and I go out to play, but my mother was busy at work and couldn't leave, so we had to give up. My mother even apologized to me for giving me oral sex until I ejaculated. Actually, it wasn't necessary. How could I force my mother when she had difficulties?

This summer was exceptionally hot, and everyone in my family wore very little clothing at home. Every time I saw my mother's body wrapped in thin clothes, I would get incredibly excited, but unfortunately, the opportunities were too few. Although every time I had a tryst with my mother, it wasn't something that happened often.

One evening, my mother was working overtime at her workplace. My father and I had just finished dinner when it started pouring rain. My mother hadn't brought any rain gear, so my father asked me to bring it to her. When I finally arrived at my mother's workplace, I opened the door and saw her working at her desk. She was the only one in the office. When she looked up and saw me, I was soaking wet. Although I had an umbrella, the rain was too heavy and the wind was blowing, so my clothes and pants were almost completely soaked.

When my mother saw me like this, she knew I had come to bring rain gear. She quickly ran over, pulled me into the room, closed the door, and hugged me tightly, saying, "Good boy, Mom knew you were good. Here, take off your wet clothes, don't catch a cold." As she spoke, she helped me take off my wet shirt. I'm already an eighteen-year-old young man, and my well-developed muscles still left my mother, who had seen me countless times, somewhat stunned. I watched her stare at my chest muscles, her fingers wiping the raindrops off my body, as if she were wiping her lover. I couldn't help but pull my mother into my arms. My mother leaned softly against me, her familiar scent filling my nostrils. I immediately became hard. My mother sensed it and said, "Son, it's been a long time since you've done it with Mom, hasn't it? Come on, let Mom satisfy your craving today." With that, she knelt down, pulled down my pants, and I felt my penis enter that wet, soft place again. Under my mother's sucking, I felt an unbearable swelling down there, so I held my mother's head and began to thrust, as if I were penetrating her vagina. Before long, I ejaculated into my mother's mouth. Strangely, this time my mother didn't spit out my semen as usual; instead, she swallowed it all. I helped my mother up, and just as I was about to ask, she smiled and said, "My sweet child, I love your things so much. I was shy before, but I really love it when you ejaculate inside me, whether it's in my mouth or..."

Seeing her joyful and satisfied smile, my penis felt like it was on fire again. I suddenly picked her up and placed her on the desk. Knowing what I meant, she cooperated by lifting her skirt and taking off her underwear.

I reached down and touched her; she was completely wet, her body trembling at the movement of my fingers.

I guided my rock-hard penis and slowly inserted it into her body, beginning to slowly thrust in and out.

I kissed my mother's cheeks and neck so I could reach inside and caress her breasts, whispering in her ear, "Mom, I love you. I'm going to make you orgasm. Mom, are you comfortable?" My mother's breathing was rapid, and she gasped, "Okay, okay, good son, make Mom orgasm." This time, I thrust for a long time, making my mother orgasm almost three times. After I ejaculated again, my mother didn't even have the strength to sit up; she could only lean against me, and it took her a long time to recover. I lifted my mother off the table and saw a wet patch on it, not knowing if it was mine or hers. My mother and I cleaned up for quite a while. Then we sat on the sofa in the office, caressing each other and chatting until the rain subsided before going home.

From then on, my mother and I found this new place. On weekends, my mother often said she had to work overtime, while I would use the excuse of meeting up with classmates to meet her in her office. The desk, the sofa, the filing cabinet—all became our favorite spots for making love. Dad never suspected anything, and Mom's colleagues all seemed lazy and never bothered us. That summer, Mom and I spent a very happy time together.

But good times are always short-lived. I was accepted into a prestigious university and would be studying in another city. The weekend before I left, Mom and I spent a passionate day together in her office.

Finally, I completed my high school years with Mom's reward. But I know that Mom's reward will never end, just as Mom's love for me will last a lifetime.
[The End]

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