The chrysanthemum bud of a beautiful mother who has lost her virginity

When I was in junior high school, due to historical reasons, the four of us had to squeeze into a small house of less than 40 square meters. My father slept in a small bed, while my mother, brother, and I shared a large bed. My uncle had recently returned from military service and was working as a low-level official in the city's procuratorate.

My grades in elementary school weren't bad, but due to illness, I couldn't attend junior high and ended up in a third-rate school. At the beginning of junior high, influenced by the school environment, I spent all my time playing and reading martial arts novels during class.

The first year passed, and my grades were far behind, forcing me to repeat a grade. In the second year, although I still sometimes read martial arts novels, I paid much more attention in class, only reading one or two in my spare time. My grades were worlds apart from the previous year.

My father was a truck driver, only home for a week at most each month. My mother managed everything at home, but she worked as a waitress in a county-run restaurant and had to do housework after work, leaving her with virtually no free time. She would fall asleep as soon as she got into bed.

They were busy, but they were all overjoyed by my transformation. Right after the first semester ended that year, I joined the Youth League and became the subject representative for both chemistry and physics—a position only achievable by top students. That was the rule at my middle school; I don't know about other schools. My mother was overjoyed, smiling constantly. I got whatever I wanted, and although our family wasn't wealthy, she tried her best to satisfy me.

One Sunday, as usual, I went to the bookstore to see if there were any new martial arts novels. I planned to borrow one or two to pass the boring Sunday.

Back then, not many people used the internet to write novels; it was always the same few authors. Finding a new book was difficult. The owner said they didn't have any, so I planned to find one or two good old books to "review," but after looking around, I couldn't find anything I liked. In the end, I could only find those books that I had previously categorized as "trash" or "not good."

As I flipped through the pages, a passage suddenly caught my eye—it was what you'd call a erotic martial arts novel, though back then the descriptions weren't as detailed, but it was still captivating enough, since I'd never read anything like it before.

I blushed as I read a section and decided to borrow it. That day, I flipped through the book several times, focusing only on the sex scenes, and even masturbated afterward. That night, after turning off the lights and going to sleep, I looked at my mother's breasts as she slept soundly beside me. The scenes described in the book kept replaying in my mind, and for the first time, I felt that women were incredibly attractive.

The next day at school, my eyes kept wandering to my female classmates; I couldn't concentrate on the lessons.

From then on, I frequently went to rental bookstores to find novels like this and masturbated often. Before long, my grades plummeted like a falling elevator. My teacher talked to me several times, but it had no effect. Finally, she visited my home. My mother was furious and asked me why, but could I tell her?

One summer evening, after my mother and brother fell asleep, I started masturbating again, fantasizing about scenes from a book. But I'd probably fantasized too many times; the stimulation wasn't enough. Half an hour passed, and I still couldn't ejaculate. I didn't know what to do, and I tossed and turned anxiously.

Let me elaborate: our room is 40 square meters. My father, mother, brother, and I share a bedroom with two beds, one large and one small. My father sleeps alone on the small bed, while my mother, brother, and I share the large one. My brother sleeps at one end of the bed… and my mother and I sleep at the other end.

I could hear my mother's deep breathing as she slept. Having slept with her on this side for so many years, I knew that once she fell asleep, it was difficult to wake her because she was so tired, having to work and do housework.

I decided to do what I did when I was a child: put my feet on top of my mother. The difference was, when I was a child, it was for comfort, and now it was for my little brother's comfort too. I gently shook my mother twice, but she didn't move, only letting out deep breaths.

I placed my left foot on top of my mother's right foot, my penis pressed against her left thigh. It felt so good! I closed my eyes and gently swayed and rubbed myself. It felt so much better than using my hand. In less than ten minutes, I ejaculated, feeling incredibly good. I fell asleep on top of my mother like that.

The next day, I looked at my shorts a little guiltily, afraid my mother would find out, but nothing seemed amiss. It was hot, and the fan had dried them long ago. From then on, I stopped masturbating. I would only release my pent-up desire on top of my mother while she slept at night. My mother didn't know. Because I stopped masturbating, I slept very soundly after releasing my pent-up desire on my mother's legs every night, and I could concentrate better in class, so my studies improved.

My older brother trained on the school basketball team and was as tired as my mother every day. He would fall asleep as soon as he got into bed, which was a good thing for me, haha. My mother did have some complaints about me being on top of her every morning when I woke up, but what could I do? I was the youngest child in the family, and I was a good student. A little coaxing and she would ignore me.

That night, I was on top of my mother again, my penis rubbing against her thighs, my hands gently caressing her breasts. Her breasts slowly hardened, and her breathing became rapid, but she still didn't wake up.

After a long while, I felt a jolt down my spine, my penis twitched violently, and I ejaculated. But I still felt unsatisfied. I pressed myself against my mother again, but my crotch was soaking wet, incredibly uncomfortable. I got up, pulled off my shorts, threw them on the bedside table, and, naked, wanted to press myself against my mother again.

Suddenly, my mother bent her left leg. I was startled, thinking she had woken up, but she continued to breathe soundly as if in deep sleep. Looking closer, I realized my shorts had been thrown near her feet, the wet crotch pressed against her foot, and she had bent her leg because of the discomfort.

I knew I couldn't keep pressing down on my mother. I wanted to lower her legs, but I was afraid to do so too hard, lest I wake her. I couldn't lower them, and I was sweating profusely, staring at my mother's knees, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, I looked at the back of her knees and had an idea. I inserted my penis into her knee joint, supporting her calf with my left hand and her thigh with my right, gently lifting her leg and pressing it slightly inwards, squeezing my penis between her thighs. Then I gently began to thrust. It

felt so good to have her beautiful legs tightly gripping my penis! I thought to myself, this is what real sex is like, much more comfortable than pressing down on my mother's thighs to release my pent-up desire. Watching the flesh of her beautiful legs fold and push against me as I thrust in and out was so stimulating!

After about a hundred thrusts, I couldn't hold back anymore and ejaculated. A rapid stream of milky white semen sprayed out, most of it landing on the mosquito net, and a small portion on my mother's other snow-white leg.

I felt a wave of drowsiness wash over me, and I gently released my mother's legs. Perhaps because I had bent her legs for too long, she straightened them as soon as I let go. I lay on top of her without even putting on my shorts and fell asleep as usual.

The next morning, I found myself wearing shorts, not the ones from the night before. The mosquito net had been taken down, and my mother was giving me a strange look. My mother was always the first one up in our house every morning; she would make breakfast before waking us.

I froze. "Mom must have found out!" Of course she had. There was a large yellowish substance on the mosquito net and on my legs when I woke up that morning, and I was lying on top of her with my bare bottom exposed.

After breakfast, my brother went to school an hour earlier than me to practice basketball. My mother sighed and said to me, "Your brother isn't cut out for studying, that's why your father and I made him train in basketball so he can go to a sports school. Your physique isn't as good as your brother's, so you need to focus on your studies and not think about other things. Your task now is to study hard." I lowered my head and nodded. My mother seemed to want to say something, but she didn't. I quickly finished my breakfast and ran to school as if I were escaping. I didn't dare think about anything today... For several days, I didn't dare to sleep on top of my mother, let alone touch her legs. But after a week, I couldn't hold back anymore; a week of holding back was really unbearable.

That night, I guessed my mother was asleep, and my brother, needless to say, was sleeping like a log. I gently touched my mother, but there was no reaction. I couldn't wait any longer and pressed myself against her, rubbing my penis against her body.

This time, I didn't dare to use my mother's legs to penetrate her vagina like last time. After I ejaculated three times, my entire crotch was soaked. After venting, I fell asleep immediately, but now I dared not sleep on top of my mother again. I hadn't

been asleep long when I suddenly felt someone pulling down my pants. I groggily opened my eyes and saw it was my mother. I was instantly jolted awake; my pants were covered in semen!

I stammered, "Mom..." My mother snorted, threw a clean pair of underwear on my bare penis, and whispered,

"Put it on yourself, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?" Then she took my wet, semen-stained underwear to the bathroom. So, Mom wasn't asleep... The next morning, I secretly glanced at my mother. She seemed the same as usual; it seemed she wasn't angry with me. That meant I could still... Finally, after my brother fell asleep, I couldn't wait to lie on top of my mother again. This time, I didn't even bother to check if she was asleep.

I had thought about it during the day. I was the most beloved son in the family, my studies made my mother happy, and my performance at school made her proud in front of relatives and friends. Even if she didn't like it, she wouldn't be too angry with me.

If you blame me, I'll give my mother a good scolding for spraying on her beautiful legs last time.

Sure enough, when I pressed down on my mother's legs, she moved slightly, but then let me have my way. I pressed my little brother tightly against my mother's thigh, nestled my head near her ear, inhaling her scent, and wrapped my left arm around her waist (I was sleeping on my mother's left side), and began to move rhythmically.

Slowly, my hand moved up her waist, eventually reaching her breasts. My mother tensed up immediately, and with a "smack," she slapped my hand away.

I touched her again, and she slapped it away again, so I had no choice but to obediently hold my mother's waist and move back and forth on her full thighs. My mother closed her eyes, remaining motionless and letting me do as I pleased. And so, every night, my mother let me hold her, using her beautiful legs to release my pent-up desire.

(Since this is the first time I've written something this long, I forgot to describe what my mother looks like. I was 14 years old that year, and my mother was 34. My mother's face wasn't very pretty, just average, but her figure was very standard due to her frequent physical labor—large in the right places and small in the right places. Giving birth to the two of us didn't affect her figure.) After that, my mother would get out of bed to get me a clean pair of underwear to change into, and she would soak the dirty ones to wash the next day. I had to use two pairs of underwear every day, which was really annoying.

At that time, our family wasn't very well-off, and my brother and I only had three pairs of underwear to wash and change into. Moreover, I still liked the feeling of using my mother's legs to penetrate me, but I didn't dare to ask her. After all, I knew that this was already going too far, and if I made such a request again, my mother would definitely get angry.

Finally, the opportunity came. That morning, my mother received a notice from her workplace early and had to go to work early. She cooked breakfast and left, without even washing the underwear I had changed out of the night before.

It started raining at noon, and all the clothes we had washed the day before got wet. That night, my brother and I had no underwear to change into when we took a shower. After my brother fell asleep, I tried to hug my mother again, but she wouldn't let me. She whispered, "No more tonight, you won't have any pants to change into if you get wet." I panicked and hugged her, whispering, "Mom, but I feel uncomfortable, let me do it." My mother firmly refused and pushed me away. I had no choice but to go to sleep, but I was used to relieving myself before sleeping every night, so how could I sleep like this? I tossed and turned, and my little brother was almost bursting through my pants.

My mother saw me like this and thought I couldn't sleep without pressing on him, so she told me to press on him as usual. But as soon as I pressed on him, she knew it wasn't like that. In the end, my mother had no choice but to let me relieve myself, but only if I took off my pants to avoid getting wet.

I was more than happy to do that. I quickly took off my pants and pressed myself naked on my mother, but she wouldn't let me do it on her thighs, saying she was afraid of getting her clothes wet. She said I could only do it on her calves. My mother even got up and adjusted her calves to fit me comfortably.

I whispered, "Mom, let me do it myself. I promise I won't get my clothes wet." My mother thought for a moment and agreed. I excitedly sat up next to my mother, hugging her. "Mom, you're so good." My mother chuckled and scolded softly, "You little devil! Hurry up, you have school tomorrow." I knelt beside my mother's outstretched legs, gently stroking her smooth thighs. My little brother was already hard. My mother looked at me shyly and closed her eyes, scolding softly, "You little devil, hurry up and finish! What are you touching me for? I want to sleep." My mother wanted to lie down and let me play by myself like before, but I stopped her. My mother looked at me in confusion. I told her to put her legs back and hug her knees. My mother did as I did. I knelt in the crook of her legs and placed my little brother against her knee joint from the side.

Because my mother hugged me very tightly, her thighs and calves were almost one. I pressed against her vulva and tried to insert it the first time but couldn't. My mother realized what I meant and loosened her grip a little to make it easier for me to enter. But I stopped her. I tried to force it in myself, but failed several times. Finally, my mother loosened her grip, letting me in and then tighten my grip again.

I held my mother's legs tightly with both hands, thrusting my hips repeatedly. The feeling was so good, tight and slippery. My mother's legs were just amazing... After thrusting hundreds of times, my mother felt her legs go numb. I finally ejaculated, a gush of semen shooting onto the inside of my mother's thighs.

I groaned softly. It felt so good. My semen flowed down my mother's thighs into her underwear. My mother let out a soft cry and quickly got out of bed to clean up the gift her son had left on her underwear for the first time.

Since then, I no longer needed to press down on my mother's thighs to release my pent-up desire. Every time, I used this method, holding my mother's thighs tightly, the feeling of my penis thrusting against my mother's knee joints was really great.

That day, one of my younger brothers brought me a book as a gift. No doubt about it, I'm the boss in class; even the toughest guys treat me with utmost respect. They'd only be rude to me if they didn't want to pass their exams. Who says high scores are useless?

I flipped through it, and only two words came to mind: "Top-notch!" From that book, I learned about anal sex for the first time. The long-lost tension of secretly reading novels during class returned, but that book gave me one feeling:

"So good." After finishing it, I seriously considered a question: Why didn't my mother want me to experience it too? Honestly, my mother's buttocks are truly beautiful; it must feel amazing to penetrate them. I only now realize that I've never really looked at my mother closely before. Otherwise, why would I only now find her buttocks so sexy in retrospect? After some time, I know that as long as my studies are good, my mother will generally agree to my requests, as long as they aren't too outrageous.

After class, I told my younger brother that I would take this book home and read it slowly. I asked him if he had any other books, and if he could give me one or two more. I promised him that he would get 80 points in every subject this semester. My younger brother readily agreed. He had originally wanted this book for the exams in a month.

The next morning, he brought two more books and secretly slipped them into my hands. Because of the book he lent me yesterday, I wasn't really interested in penetrating my mother's thighs last night and ejaculated quickly. After my mother fell asleep, I secretly reached under her and touched her buttocks. Her tight anus made me want to immediately flip her over and fuck her anus.

This time, the two books my younger brother brought were about anal sex and incest. I was very excited after reading them. It turns out I wasn't the only one who felt this way. I knew that if I could get good grades on my final exams in a month, maybe my mother would agree to let me be more unrestrained, and maybe there would be a chance... hehe... But before that, I had to study hard. True to my word, after that, I gave up all opportunities to play and focused on studying. My mother was pleased but also worried that I would overwork myself, so she kept urging me to go out and play for a while. I told her that I wanted to do well in my studies and strive for good grades on the final exams.

My mother thought I was working hard to get into a top high school in the future, so she didn't say anything more. But she didn't expect that I was only in the first semester of eighth grade, so young, who would think about what would happen a year and a half later?

I was indeed working hard, but it was also to deflower her. I guessed from the sight of me secretly touching my mother's anus with my fingers that her little chrysanthemum had never been used by my father. I was so looking forward to opening her anus.

Before I knew it, the final exams were here. Thanks to my previous hard work, my results were excellent; I was first in two subjects and in the top 20 of the rest. My mother was overjoyed.

When I took the report card home for her to sign, she hugged me tightly, smiling, and asked what prize I wanted.

Could she give me what I wanted? If I said I wanted to deflower her, I'd definitely get a good beating. I just went along with my mother's usual tone and said that I was studying hard to get into a top high school, not for prizes.

My mother even praised me for growing up and becoming sensible. Tears of joy streamed down my face. She insisted on a reward, so I thought, "Okay, I'll ask for a little something first." I hugged my mother tightly and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I want to do it with you now, okay?" My mother hesitated for a moment, looked around. My brother wasn't home yet, and my father was out on a long-distance bus. Of course, no one was home. She thought for a while, then nodded in agreement. My mother checked the door to make sure it was closed, then turned around and took off her coat first, then her pants.

Looking at my mother's buttocks, sticking up as she bent over to take off her pants, my penis throbbed. Her beautiful buttocks, encased in her small panties, and the indentation in the middle—that was the goal I'd been striving for all month.

I wanted to pounce on her right now, pull down her panties, and thrust my penis inside her!

Suddenly, I had an idea. Even if I couldn't actually penetrate my mother's anus, I could still taste the beauty of her buttocks. I unzipped her pants, pulled out my penis, and rushed over, hugging my mother from behind.

My mother and I both screamed. My mother screamed because her anus had been attacked; even though she was wearing underwear, it was still quite a pain for her. I, on the other hand, almost broke my penis because I was too rough.

My mother quickly straightened up, covered her anus with her hand, and asked me a little angrily, "What are you doing? Why were you so rough? Couldn't you have waited a little longer?" I knew my mother was genuinely angry, so I quickly put on a wronged look: "I've been too stressed from studying lately, and I wanted to relax after the exams. I couldn't help but do this when I saw you like this." My mother saw how hard I had worked to study lately, and since I hadn't released my energy during the exams, she forgave me. Actually, I had deliberately held back so I could play with her more after the exams.

My mother sighed, touched her still slightly sore anus, and said, "Alright, go to bed now. I'll let you have your way." She turned and walked towards the bed.

"Yay!" I mentally made a victory gesture, but of course, I couldn't show any expression on my face. I grabbed my mother's arm. "Mom, can you bend over like that? It looks so good!" At that time, the word "sexy" didn't exist in my vocabulary.

My mother paused for a moment. "You little rascal, always coming up with mischievous ideas. Fine, consider it a reward today. Do whatever you want." My mother scolded me affectionately, then bent over, her buttocks sticking up high, her panties taut, clearly showing her cleft. My penis was already erect, protesting why I hadn't started yet.

My mother turned around and called to me, "Hurry up, it's tiring like this." I quickly pressed against her, my penis pressed tightly against her beautiful buttocks, separated from her anus by only a layer of fabric. If it weren't for that fabric, it would be so much better. I held my mother's slender waist with both hands, my penis sliding between her buttocks. I really wanted to penetrate her. Oh, little brother, I'm sorry to trouble you for now, but in a couple of days I'll definitely grant your wish.

I slid my penis forcefully between my mother's buttocks, my hands caressing her waist. After a while, unable to bear the pain from the rush of blood to her head, she tried to straighten up. My penis was still pressed against her buttocks. Straightening up allowed me to fully contact her beautiful buttocks, and my penis felt amazing. My hands weren't to be idle either; I grasped my mother's breasts. My mother tried to remove my hands.

I whispered in her ear, "Mom, let me touch them. You promised to make me happy today, so consider this my reward." My mother held my hands tightly, considered for a long time, and slowly loosened them. During this time, my penis, of course, didn't stop, rubbing incessantly between my mother's buttocks.

I gripped my mother's breasts tightly, and in a surge of excitement, I increased the speed of my penis, rubbing it quickly a few times. I hugged my mother tightly from behind, excitedly calling out, "Mom!" and ejaculated. Because of the tightness of my penis, my mother thought I had enough and picked up her clothes to put them on. I stopped her

, hugged her tightly from behind again, and unhooked her bra, revealing her beautiful breasts. My mother moved her hand slightly, but in the end, she didn't stop me. I gently massaged my mother's breasts. After

a while, my penis reacted again, and my mother felt it, of course. This time, because it was soft at first, when it got hard, it was right between my mother's legs, still separated from the sacred place where I was born by a layer of cloth. My mother instinctively squeezed her legs together. Before, my mother would

n't let me touch her genitals, and now it was the same with my penis. I hugged my mother tightly and quickly started moving back and forth before she could react, but surprisingly, my mother didn't object.

I grew bolder and moved my hand down, but my mother stopped me, saying, "You can't touch there." I knew my mother would never allow it there, so I grabbed her hand and made her hold my glans. It was always a little uncomfortable without anything blocking my way.

My mother touched it and recoiled as if she'd been electrocuted. I rested my head on her shoulder and gently nibbled her ear: "Mom, hold it for me, it'll come faster that way." My mother had no choice but to hold it with her hand and gently stroke my glans with her fingers. Ah… my mother's hands, roughened by years of work, felt so good! I thrust rapidly between my mother's legs, enjoying the intimate contact between my glans and her hand. Soon, I ejaculated a second time.

What's there to be afraid of? There's plenty of time today. A third time! This time, my mother didn't immediately get dressed, waiting to see if I wanted more. Anyway, my brother hadn't come back yet; I could get dressed when he got to the door. Another round!

This day was truly exhilarating, but I still hoped the day I lost my virginity would come quickly, around the time my father returned. My mother was a conservative and traditional woman. She didn't know that the practice of "anal sex" existed, while her son was plotting to take her virginity.

My mother was somewhat indecisive and spoiled me excessively. As long as I did well in school, she didn't care about anything else, which allowed me to engage in almost incestuous acts with her.

My father's day off arrived, and my mother bought groceries and cooked dinner early, waiting with us for him to return.

Around 6 PM, my father finally arrived home. After dinner and a shower, he gave my brother and me 5 yuan each, telling us to go out and play and come back later.

I knew why. Any normal man, after a month of abstinence, would likely act like my father when he got home. Just now, he was glancing at my mother's breasts while eating, not even touching the food.

My father was a clean freak, so it was impossible for him to drive around looking for prostitutes, which meant my mother's anus was untouched. Heh, lucky me. The longer my father abstained, the better it was for my plan. Back then, I didn't know about sleeping pills. Unless it was rape, my mother would never let me use her anus. You see, my mother always maintained a boundary. It was fine to mess around outside, but absolutely not inside.

My brother and I played at a billiard hall on the street until 11 PM. I had the night program on and wasn't in the mood to play, so I gave all my money to my brother to exchange for tokens. My brother had been glued to the game console screen for hours, and when he came back, he kept yawning, eager to go to sleep. That was fine; it removed one potential obstacle.

When we got home, Mom greeted us looking a little tired. Dad must have been holding back for too long, but he still seemed a bit unsatisfied. We were quickly put to bed, and Mom lay down with us. But shortly after the lights were turned off, I heard Dad get up from the next bed and call Mom to his.

Mom, probably afraid we'd hear, and exhausted, refused. But Dad insisted, and Mom had no choice but to go. I listened to Mom's suppressed moans. Luckily, Dad's small bed was metal; otherwise, the creaking would have made me even more uncomfortable.

Thinking about how I'd be deflowered soon, my little brother was rock hard. I held it, turned away, not wanting Dad or Mom to see. About an hour later, Mom returned to my bed, and Dad fell into a deep sleep.

He'd had so much sex; of course he was tired. The rest was up to me. My mother was exhausted and wanted to sleep as soon as she lay down, but I turned around and hugged her. She was startled, not expecting me to be awake. Her face turned red, probably because she knew I had heard her moans.

I hugged her tightly and whispered, "Mom, I want it too." Hearing the "too," her face turned even redder. She coaxed me softly, "Not tonight, your dad's back. Besides, Mom's too tired. We can do it tomorrow, okay?" I pressed my penis tightly against her lower abdomen. "Don't feel numb. Dad's asleep. He doesn't know. Mom, you just sleep. Let me do it myself." My mother listened to my father's breathing and decided he was asleep. She said helplessly, "Okay, but be careful. Don't make too much noise. If your dad finds out, he'll kill you. I'm going to sleep now. You do it yourself." My mother then lay down and closed her eyes. Ugh, what am I supposed to do now?

"Mom, I want to use your butt," I quickly whispered in her ear.

My mother didn't say anything, but turned her body away from me, her buttocks sticking out towards me for my convenience. I suppressed my ecstatic excitement. My mother always waited for me to finish before going to sleep, and I hadn't had the chance for a long time, unless it was for rape. Tonight, the opportunity had finally arrived.

I pulled my penis out of my pants and pressed it tightly against my mother's beautiful buttocks, gently rubbing it. I couldn't rush it; I had to wait until my mother was sound asleep. I held back for an hour until my mother finally succumbed to sleep and drifted off to dreamland.

I quietly got up, greedily gazing at my mother's beautiful and alluring buttocks. My hands trembled as I reached for her panties. Once those were removed, I would be done. I gently laid my mother down, supporting her buttocks with my left hand, and slowly removing the last layer of protection from her body with my right. My mother's lower body was finally exposed. I looked at her smooth abdomen, the alluring dark forest, and the inverted triangle between her legs.

Undeniably, it was captivating, but that wasn't my goal. I would visit the sacred place of my birth another time. I touched that dark forest, then positioned my mother in the same side-lying position as before. I stared at the chrysanthemum bud I had longed for, gently touching it a few times with my fingers. Each touch caused the little chrysanthemum to contract slightly like a mimosa.

Afraid of waking my mother if I touched it too much, I smeared my glans with saliva. I learned this from a book. Then, lying on my side, I aligned my penis with the correct position, just outside the chrysanthemum. The chrysanthemum shyly contracted, perfectly clamping the glans.

I then held my mother's waist with one hand and checked the position again with the other, making sure it was correct. I took my underwear and placed it near my mother's mouth, afraid she might cry out in pain, so I could cover her mouth if she did.

Everything was ready, and I could begin. I tightened my grip on my mother, then used my other hand to cover her mouth with the underwear, while simultaneously thrusting my penis in. But the virgin territory was just too tight; only half of the glans could penetrate.

My mother cried out in pain, but I covered her mouth with my underwear, turning it into a muffled groan. She tried to push me away, but I was holding her too tightly. At this moment, I stopped covering her mouth. I had only covered it earlier to prevent her from unconsciously crying out in pain, but now that she was awake, we both understood the consequences if someone found out.

I held her waist tightly with both hands, placing one foot in front of her, pressing myself firmly against her body. I thrust my penis in forcefully, and tears streamed down my mother's face. Unable to push me away, she rolled forward, ending up face down on the bed.

I pressed myself firmly against her back, making it easier to penetrate her. With another push, the entire head of my penis was inside. The sensation inside was wonderful—tight, soft, and hot. I wanted to reach the very bottom in one go.

My mother's experience was different. Her buttocks were aching, but she dared not cry out in pain, unable to push me away. She could only bite the pillow, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face. My mother kept hitting my back with her hands, turning her head to look at me pleadingly, wanting me to stop.

I knew it was time to talk to my mother clearly; now that we were at each other's throats, it was the perfect opportunity to negotiate. I stopped my attack, but didn't retreat either, remaining still and kissing my mother's cheek.

My mother took a breath, enduring the pain of her anal fissure, and whispered, "You can't do this, let go of Mommy. If you want Mommy to help you, I'll let you touch me wherever you want, please get up, please, be good, listen to me." I pressed my face against my mother's face and said, "Mom, I don't want any of that. I've wanted this for so long. You can make me get up, but only if you let me put it in here." As I spoke, I moved my hand down, touching my mother's vulva, my fingers even touching her labia.

My mother was startled and pushed me away. "No, I'm your mother. You can't do this. If you want to have sex with me, we can be like before. I'll use my legs to help you." I firmly refused. "Mom, there are only two options now. Either you let me do this, or you let me be with you like Dad did." My mother was terrified. "Isn't there any other way?" I said, "Yes." "What way?" "Wake up Dad and let him beat me to death." My mother didn't say anything more after hearing this and closed her eyes. I knew my mother agreed, so I continued.

My mother frowned and whispered, "Gently, it hurts." Tears streamed down her face. I pressed my face against my mother's face and gently licked her with my tongue, while thrusting my lower body forward at the same time. My mother frowned, groaned, and turned her head to bite the pillow tightly with her teeth.

I felt relieved and thrust harder. This time, my mother's whole body trembled and stiffened.

But I was already fully inside, inside my mother's warm rectum, feeling her instinctive sobs, so hot and tight.

I started thrusting rapidly, and my mother didn't move, letting me do as I pleased. My whole body was pressed against my mother's back, wishing I could become one with her. My hands reached down from behind to touch her breasts, and it felt so good!

After about a hundred rapid thrusts, it was incredibly stimulating. I thrust hard, penetrating deep into my mother's body, ejaculating inside her rectum for the first time. My mother stiffened completely as I ejaculated, her buttocks clenching tightly, almost breaking me.

After deflowering my mother, she tried to push me off, but I held her tightly. She didn't move, knowing my capabilities. After a short

rest, we went at it again. I placed my mother's hands under her head, elevating her body for easier access. My mother let me do as I pleased, and I slowly made piston-like movements on her back. I had been too hasty earlier, ejaculating too quickly; now I wanted to savor the taste of my mother's anus.

My hands slowly roamed over my mother's body. Although she had allowed me to touch her before, there were certain places I couldn't go. Like now, my hands touched my mother's mons pubis.

My mother's body stiffened, and she hissed, "That's not a place you can touch. Take it away." She tried to push me away, but we were in her way, so she could only grab my arm, which she couldn't remove.

I moved my hand to my mother's labia and gently touched them. My mother's breathing became rapid. "No, don't, don't touch there, stop!" At that moment, I also reached my climax, ejaculating inside my mother's anus. After I finished, I obediently lay on my mother's back, placed my hands on her shoulders, and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I'm sorry. But I love you so much, I just couldn't help myself." Hearing this, tears streamed down my mother's face uncontrollably. "It's all because I spoiled you too much before, agreeing to everything you wanted, even things I shouldn't have agreed to. Now look what's happened. How can I face anyone?" I knew my mother's emotions were very unstable, and she didn't know anything about anal sex.

I said, "Mom, I know this is wrong and it hurts you, but it's the same whether I've inserted it into your thighs before or your anus now. It's not like what Dad and I did, so what's the difference? It just hurts a little, but it'll be fine in a day or two. I promise you, I'll study hard from now on and get into a top high school. Please don't be angry anymore." My mother, though unaware of anal sex, wasn't stupid. She snorted, "Don't think I don't know what you're up to. If you do this again, I'll cut off your little penis. And where is it that dirty? Aren't you afraid of hygiene doing this? From now on..." "Don't even think about it. Just go and study properly, and don't get any more ideas." Seeing that my mother's tone had softened, I quickly said, "Mom, it's not dirty at all. It'll be fine after a wash. Anyway, Dad doesn't want it, so please let me use it! You remember how I was in the first year of junior high. I did so badly because I often had to do my studies all by myself. You don't want me to fail to get into a top high school, do you?" At home, everything revolves around my getting into a top high school; everything else has to take a backseat. My mother only cooperated with me in the first place because she was afraid I wouldn't be motivated to study. Now she's brought out this trump card again.

Sure enough, the trump card worked very well on my mother. She stopped talking.

After a while, she finally laid down three rules with me:

1. I can insert it into your anus, but only after you've cleaned it. After that, I have to clean it too.

2. You can't touch the place where I was born, which is your vagina. I'm too shy to say it out loud. And you can't even think about doing anything there.

3. You can't do it too often each day, to avoid harming your health.

I readily agreed. The first point was fine, but the second and third were problematic. As the great man said, specific problems should be solved specifically. I haven't even tried my mother's little cunt yet, how could I let it go? As for the third point, I won't get off until I'm satisfied. Does my mother think she'll wake someone and make me get off? Just like now, my penis has gotten hard again after resting for so long.

My mother can feel it under me, of course. She struggles, not wanting me to penetrate her, twisting her hips back and forth, but that only makes my little brother even hotter. Hehe, you asked for it.

I hugged my mother tightly. "Mom, can I do it one more time?" My mother tried to refuse. "Have you forgotten what I just told you? Too much is bad for your health and will affect your studies. Besides, I haven't washed yet, I'm dirty." I whispered in my mother's ear, "Mom, it's a holiday now, it's okay. Besides, I already went in, it doesn't matter if I go in again. I know it still hurts, but I really want it. Let me do it one more time, the last time tonight, okay, good mom?" My mother had no choice but to agree. "Remember, get off and go to sleep when you're done." I immediately grabbed my penis and thrust it into my mother's anus, which was still stained with blood.

My mother groaned. "Gently." But I was already halfway in. With a little more force, the other half went in too. No longer worried about my mother's resistance, I enjoyed it with peace of mind. My hands were busy, touching everything except my mother's vulva.

Suddenly, because I used too much force, I accidentally knocked my mother's hair, which was coiled on her head, down. I smoothed my mother's long, black hair, which cascaded over her snow-white shoulders, moving up and down in rhythm with my movements.

So beautiful and sexy! I couldn't resist, and quickly thrust a few more times until I came.

Tonight, my mother's rectum was practically my urinal. Haha, my wish fulfilled, it felt so good. After I finished, my mother got up, took a damp towel, and cleaned my penis. Then she secretly went to take a shower. Why? Need I say more? Tonight was truly wonderful.

The next morning, my mother waited at the door for a colleague to pass by so she could ask someone to ask for leave from work. Why? You could tell by her limping gait. My father thought it was all his doing last night and seemed a little smug. Actually, it was me, his son, who did it.

Watching my mother walk with a limp, my penis began to swell again. When my father wasn't looking, I secretly touched her round buttocks, even poking my finger into her anus, which had just been deflowered the night before. My mother slapped me hard and glared at me, but there was no anger in her eyes; it was more like a lovers' quarrel.

Hearing the noise, my father asked, "What's wrong?" My mother replied, "There are mosquitoes." "Oh, right, I'm going out for a walk later, just visiting a friend. I'll probably be back in the evening. Don't wait for me for lunch." I was overjoyed to hear my father's words. "Dad, give me some more money so I can go out and play. Let me relax during my vacation." My father gave me five yuan. "Play is fine, but don't neglect your studies." "What about my brother's share?" I held out my other hand.

"You little rascal, you're quite brotherly." My father took out another five yuan and gave it to me. Back then, prices were cheap, and five yuan was a considerable sum, enough for me to play for most of the day. A game coin only cost 20 cents. Of course, my brother couldn't get that much money from our father except for me; after all, I was the family's darling.

My mother watched me with a doting expression. "You silly child, you only know how to play as soon as the holidays start. You don't even rest. Be careful you don't wear yourself out." Hehe, little did my mother know what I was thinking. Since you're worried about me getting tired, then I'll just stay home and "get some rest" today. After a while, Dad left, and my brother got up too. I handed him the money, saying, "Here, this is from Dad, for playing games today." My brother took the money and quickly finished his meal. "Mom, let's go out and play." Mom responded, "Okay." My brother grabbed my hand. "Come on, let's play a few more rounds." My brother pulled me towards the door, but I stopped at the entrance. "Brother, you can have this 5 yuan too. I want to go to my classmate's house today; it's free." My brother looked at me strangely. "You really don't want to go?" "Yes, and Mom will be out at noon, so I'll have to find my own lunch. I'll eat at my classmate's house." My brother was overjoyed. He wouldn't have to come back for lunch and could spend the whole day at the arcade. He immediately let go of my hand and dashed off to the arcade. Ha, what's so fun about video games? I have something a hundred times more fun than video games!

Once inside, I locked the door and immediately stripped off all my clothes, heading to the kitchen naked with my erect penis. She was probably washing dishes; I noticed her body was leaning slightly forward, making her buttocks appear even more prominent.

I grabbed her from behind and shouted in her ear, "Mom!" My penis pressed even harder against her newly deflowered anus.

My mother was startled, nearly dropping the bowl she was holding. It took her a moment to recover before asking, "Weren't you out playing with your brother? Did he bully you?" "Mom, didn't you just say you were worried I'd get too tired? You told me to rest. I'll rest at home today." I emphasized the word "rest" while forcefully rubbing my penis against her buttocks.

Only then did my mother notice my strange behavior and realize I was completely naked. Her face flushed. "No, don't do this." "Mom, I want it." My penis continued to rub against her buttocks.

My mother said, "No, I'm still in pain from what you did last night. Can we not do it today?" I let go of her. "Mom, look how uncomfortable my little brother is. Give it to me." My mother turned around and saw my menacing little brother pounding in the air. She quickly turned away, her face as red as a sheet. I then poked my penis against her buttocks, letting her feel its hardness. "

Mom, your buttocks are amazing!" With this thrust, half of my glans sank into her buttocks. My mother clearly felt the hardness of my penis and knew that I was determined to make it work today. She sighed, "Okay, but not now. Can we do it after I finish washing the dishes and cleaning up?" "No, you wash your dishes, I'll do mine. I like this position. Besides, you just washed last night, and you haven't pooped today, so you don't need to wash again." I ignored my mother's reaction and went to take off her pants. Back then, the concept of clothing wasn't like it is now; my mother always wore pants. I unbuckled my mother's belt, and with a slight tug, her pants fell to her ankles. I then pulled down her underwear, parted her legs slightly, and forcefully spread her buttocks, revealing her little chrysanthemum, which I had just ravaged the night before.

It still looked a little red and slightly open, as if beckoning me to enter. My mother placed her hands on the edge of the washbasin, her buttocks slightly arched back, and closed her eyes, ready for my penetration. I gripped my hard, iron-like penis and thrust it in forcefully, returning to the place I had cultivated the night before.

It felt so good; I pounded and thrust into my mother's rectum. My mother moaned softly. She had only deflowered me last night, and I had penetrated her three times; she wasn't done yet, and now...

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