Business trip with mom

I was a freshman in high school at the time, during winter break. My mother went to Shanghai on a business trip and took me with her. Back then, hotels were rare; most places were guesthouses. One day, we
visited a relative. After dinner, we slept there.

Shanghai was full of old houses then, called Shikumen, which had attics. The houses were small, and my mother and I were put in the attic.

There was only one bed, and we weren't used to the cold winters without heating, so we slept together. She probably didn't see
me as a man then. Actually, I was already masturbating, and I did it every day, but with my mother there, I didn't dare. I just drifted off to sleep.
Maybe because I hadn't released my pent-up desires, I started having sexual dreams that night. I dreamt I was holding a woman, and it was my mother (I think everyone has experienced this)
. I was half-asleep, and I was even pulling the woman's hand towards my genitals. (I didn't have any experience with this back then; I saw this scene in a semi-erotic
novel , so I always fantasized about women touching me. I didn't have much of a concept of sex then; this was the most exciting thing
). I ejaculated immediately after finishing the first word, and then I woke up abruptly to find myself hugging my mother. I was incredibly embarrassed and afraid that my mother would scold me, but
she didn't say anything at the time, probably because the house was small and she didn't want anyone to hear. She quietly told me to take off my pants because she knew I was completely wet
and sticky, so I took them off. She even asked me if this was my first time, and I was too embarrassed to say that I had done this before, so I said yes. She then used my
underwear to wipe my genitals, and at that moment, I just felt that her hands were soft and comfortable, so I immediately got an erection again. She noticed and tried to take her hands away, but
I don't know where I got the courage from, maybe because she was so kind and indulgent, I grabbed her hands and wouldn't let her take them away. At that time, I
was already than my mother.

She struggled a couple of times but couldn't move anymore, only muttering a few words softly. The bed creaked when I exerted myself, so she told me to stop, which was a kind
of agreement . I felt incredibly excited then, especially with my own mother. She used my long underwear as padding underneath me, and then moved her hands back and forth.
She even asked if this was the right way to move. Although her movements weren't very skillful, I was already enjoying it. I became increasingly excited and started touching her. She wouldn't let
me, only allowing her hands to move on her lower abdomen. I remember clearly that she was quite excited at that moment; her breathing became heavier. And when I was about to ejaculate, her hand
movements became very fast, as if she was going all out. I ejaculated a lot, and afterwards she even helped me wipe myself clean. This time, I didn't get an erection, and I was a little tired, so I really
fell asleep. But I woke up again in the early morning, and thinking about the night before, I couldn't help but feel restless again. My mother was asleep, so I touched her, and quite boldly, I put my hand
directly inside her underwear. She woke up, but only struggled symbolically before letting me touch her. It was the first time I had ever touched a woman's body,
and I felt incredibly aroused. She helped me with her hands, and we caressed each other. Her pubic hair was thick and wet. At that time, I only vaguely
understood what was happening, and my hands were just moving around randomly. When I touched sensitive spots, her body would tremble. This time, her hands were slow, and I enjoyed it.
I boldly pulled her pants down to her knees and hugged her from behind. At that moment, I instinctively wanted to get closer to her and enter her, but she firmly refused
. So I was left between her legs, letting my mother do as she pleased. It was very soft and wet there, and I ejaculated a lot.

That day, we got up very early (to change clothes) and ate breakfast as usual, then went back to the guesthouse. In the afternoon, we took the train back to Beijing.
When I went back, she told me not to talk about it. I knew I would be distracted for a long time after I got back, but even without going to school, I kept thinking about it. I felt nervous, excited, and ashamed...

because I kept thinking about it, and I was also distracted in class. When I was studying at home, I would secretly masturbate, and my grades dropped. One
day, my mother discovered I was masturbating while studying. She asked me why I did it so often and whether my poor grades were related to it. I said yes, and she
left without saying anything. A few days later, my father was away on a business trip. After dinner, I was about to go back to my studies. My room is locked, and I
often lock myself to masturbate. That day, I didn't lock the door, and she came into my room. She asked if I was still doing it often. I don't remember the specifics,
but it was something like, "It's normal to have urges during puberty, but you have to control yourself and not let it affect your studies." As she talked, I brought up
what happened that night. She asked if I liked it, and I said yes. She said she would help me, but only to help me concentrate on my studies.
Then she had me lie on the bed, pulled down my pants, and helped me masturbate. It felt incredibly good. Strangely enough, her open attitude probably eased
my psychological burden. Afterward, I could study in peace. From then on, she would help me every week, even when my father was home. She would
come to my room while he was watching TV, but this time she wouldn't pull down my pants; instead, she would put her hand inside and touch me, which also felt very good. We never had sex
until my second year of high school, when I finally saw her naked. Sexual intercourse came later (preface). This is my true experience,
and I've always wanted to tell someone about it, but it's impossible to do so in the real world, so I'm writing it online. I've read many similar articles, all
made up. Incest is often just a fleeting coincidence and impulse, and there are no lasting consequences, let alone
love. One detail is that we never shouted "mother" or "son" during sex; at most, we moaned. We kissed very little, but we were very
open, and I always orgasmed.

Since my mother gave me resources for masturbation, we gradually got used to it. The most obvious change was that I felt uneasy when she wasn't around, and I
would naturally find opportunities to be with her when I needed it. I think I should introduce my mother. She was probably 37 or 38 at the time, a middle school music teacher. Looking back
, I think she must have been beautiful (I was too young then to appreciate women). She had very good, fair skin (a typical southerner). From my first to second year of high school,
when I was growing, my physique became stronger, and my libido was very high. I think my mom sometimes really enjoys touching my genitals because
she's always very serious, not just going through the motions. And later, after we got more familiar, she started controlling the pace. Sometimes when no one was home, she would
do it for me for a long time. When I was in my second year of high school, I started paying attention to my female classmates and comparing them to my mom. But back then, I fantasized about having sex and would choose my mom
without hesitation. At the time, I thought her voluptuous figure aroused my desire; now I think it was probably because she was sexy. I
also started to understand women.

My mom didn't allow me to touch her then. At first, I was okay with it and let her do it. Later, as my fantasies about women intensified, I started
to touch her more. Most of the time, I was naked, and she didn't object. Later, when she was aroused, I could even put my hand
inside her pants. That was what I was most interested in then. Her lower abdomen was very smooth and soft; I wanted to see it, but she wouldn't allow it.

Later, when summer came and she started wearing skirts, it became easier for me. I also learned that her most sensitive spot was there. Sometimes when she touched me, I would make
my mother feel very comfortable. Once, she even went limp. But until the exams were approaching, she still wouldn't let me see. One time when we were together,
I was also aroused when she caressed me. I sat up and hugged her, trying to take off her skirt. Her face turned red. Finally, she promised to do it after the exams and during the holidays. Then she coaxed me
to lie down and carefully stroked me. That day was great. It seemed like she used both hands at the same time. Because I had no psychological burden and hoped
to get , I really worked hard, and the exam results were pretty good.

Finally, one day during summer vacation, when no one was home, she agreed to let me see her naked body. It was at night. I was reading in my room when she
came in , wearing a short nightgown. Seeing her bare thighs aroused me, and I asked her for help. I reached in and touched her; I felt
she was very wet, and I was excited. Since no one was around, I was quite unrestrained. I got up and pushed my mother down onto the bed. She struggled and asked
what I was doing. I said I wanted to see her body, and she actually agreed. Then we took off our clothes. Not like in the movies where you undress while being intimate; she
had me turn my back, and she

undressed herself, and I was completely naked too. That day, she was very uninhibited, not refusing my hugs and caresses. I still remember her smooth, soft, and elastic
body. She had a good figure, slightly plump, but not bloated, and very sensitive. Her pubic hair was very thick, a
dark patch, and naturally my hand lingered there the most. She reacted intensely, even arching her back, but still wouldn't let me penetrate. However
, we reached a compromise: she would lie face down on the bed, and I would lie on top of her, with her legs clamping around me. Compared
to younger girls, her labia were much fuller, and the pleasure they gave me was unparalleled. Although we didn't have sex, we were very close.

I once wanted her to perform oral sex, but she refused at the time; as for sex, that was a matter for later.

I'll stop here for today. I'm very tired. Sometimes reminiscing is exhausting, but as I write, I get excited. I don't know how well it's written,
but I've tried to be as truthful as possible, without any erotic descriptions or anything like "insertion." That's all nonsense. A real mother and son have a very tacit understanding, and are especially
prone to impulsiveness and greater pleasure. However, my mother wasn't very accepting of unconventional things like oral sex at first. That happened after we had real sex
. I'll write about that later. I'm happy to see everyone's comments. If you think it's good, it's mainly because it's real. This
is indeed something that really happened, so I haven't embellished it. I just wrote down whatever came to mind. Now, analyzing it, my mother is a very open-minded
woman and loves beauty. This is rare for her age group. She was on the basketball team in college and was even reportedly selected for the NBA... but because of her family background, she gave up. When I was in middle school, my mother would go to a popular group dance every morning. We also often
played . That's probably what attracted me to her body. Cosmetics were scarce back then, but my mother had a lot and used them every day.
Perhaps the desires of a woman who loves beauty are strong. Actually, after becoming familiar with my mother's naked body, I liked her most when she wore a skirt, especially when she was
exercising . Seeing her would always excite me, and I would inevitably harass and kiss her; it almost became a habit.

In my opinion, incest isn't a big deal. It happens accidentally, and desire plays a major role. It usually happens with
mutual consent, sometimes lasting a long time and very naturally. That's how it was with my mother. We were very ordinary at home, as if
nothing had happened, without any psychological burden. We would be very passionate when we were intimate; I guess the thrill of incest lies in the naked sexual contact
.

We did it for a long time with our unique way of having sex, about a year. When I rubbed between her legs, she also felt great pleasure.
Sometimes she would masturbate, stroking herself while stroking my genitals, but she wouldn't let me see. She would always do it with her side to me, and I would just enjoy it.
Later, I got into university, a 24-hour journey from home. When I received the acceptance letter, my whole family was overjoyed, including her. She was very indulgent towards me,
helping me whenever she had the chance, like wiping me naked in the bathroom and letting me harass her on the bus (like a little hooligan).

After I went to school, I suddenly had no outlet for my pent-up emotions. I felt really awful at the time, but I didn't dare mention it in my letters, so I just endured it. Later, I got a
girlfriend , and naturally, I was quite experienced. After three dates, I was already breathless from caressing her. She was a local girl, and later we secretly went to her house.
We tried to have sex, but it wasn't very enjoyable because her vagina was too tight, and we had to use a condom, which wasn't lubricated enough. I had to give
her oral sex like in porn movies to penetrate her. We did it a few times, but not often, mainly because there wasn't a suitable place.

Later, my mother took the opportunity to visit me at school. It was almost the end of the year, and that girl happened to come looking for me. My mother was very perceptive and noticed our relationship.
That night, I tacitly took her back to her hotel. We sat there chatting, and the topic of that girl came up. My mother asked me if we had slept together, and I admitted
it. She was very curious and asked us how we did it, whether we used contraception, etc. As we talked, I got excited. I told her that I had given oral sex to
girls , and that I wanted to kiss her there. She blushed and refused, but we were already embracing, so
I let her fall onto the bed. I was very bold then, and since we were in a hotel, I didn't have to worry about anyone coming, so I was very unrestrained and directly unzipped her pants.
When I kissed her lower abdomen, my mother gave up resisting. I think she wanted to enjoy it too. That was the first time I had seen my mother's
private parts up close. I was very aroused, filled with a desire to conquer her, hoping she would reach orgasm. When my tongue slid across her vulva, her
body arched upwards, and she softly cried out, "Oh my God, oh my God," and immediately became wet, with fluid flowing from between her legs. I had never seen my mother so
out of control.

That was the first time I undressed her. She cooperated readily, and we were soon naked. I climbed on top of her, and it was natural for me to enter her body.
This time, she didn't resist; she even welcomed me. When I entered her, she let out a soft "ah," a sound I still remember vividly.

Her body was beautiful. By then, I already knew how to appreciate a woman's breasts. Although my mother's breasts weren't as firm as a girl's, they were
full and smooth, with dark areolas that were very sensitive to touch and kisses. My mother's most beautiful feature was her buttocks—not sagging, rounded,
sexy, and quite large. Her lower abdomen was also lovely, slightly protruding yet incredibly soft…

The first time I entered her, it felt like heaven. Her insides weren't too tight (actually, too tight isn't comfortable), but just the right amount of
softness and moisture. I had only moved a few times when I thrust a little harder, and she groaned (at first, she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, making no sound). I felt…
I felt her contractions inside me, and then I ejaculated violently. It was so short, only a few dozen seconds, probably because I was too excited.

My mother was clearly unsatisfied, but she comforted me with her experience. We slept for a while, and then I got up again. This time I was very focused, and penetration went
smoothly. I remember being on top of my mother then, and that's when I realized the difference between a woman and a girl. My mother would gently hold my
back, unlike my girlfriend, who would treat me like a dead person.

And she would naturally cooperate with my movements. She was tall (168cm), so our bodies were very harmonious when we were intimate. When she was aroused, she would moan
softly , and her movements would become more exaggerated. She would also undulate her body with great passion. It was probably in a hotel, and everyone was relaxed. We
had fun for a long time that time, and we enjoyed ourselves so much that I went to see her again after class the next day. She left on the third day, so we did it to our hearts' content. Since I was with my mother, we did
n't need any pretense, so it was very enjoyable. I also gave her oral sex. I don't remember the specific details very clearly, but she gave me oral sex that day. Although she
had no experience, I knew that my mother had never been with other men and didn't know many things. But that day, she seemed to have mastered it without any instruction. Because I gave her oral sex first
, she had a great orgasm. Later, she had me lie down and used her mouth to suck on my body. She knew which part of me was most sensitive, but at first it hurt
a bit too rough. Later, she understood the key points, and I couldn't control myself anymore.

That was the craziest night of my life. Looking back now, I think the environment at the time played a big role, and my mother may have vaguely hoped to
surpass that girl? That's why I indulged myself, but regardless, we truly began.

For the next few years, we often made love like that—half for release, because we were very open and engaged when we were together,
so the other half was enjoyment. Women especially crave sex, but there was absolutely no element of love involved, I know that. So the ending was
rather uneventful. But during those years, we did try many crazy things; I'll talk about them another time.

Reading everyone's comments makes me feel a little ashamed. This isn't some kind of genius of mine; I even think I'm not good at writing. I can't answer some of
your questions because some things didn't happen, like talking about my father or love. My
communication with my mother was mostly physical, at most discussing whether we were comfortable with each other.

I never asked her why she slept with me then; now I think it was mostly coincidence. And now I understand that my mother was a woman with sexual
fantasies , but in her time, these were difficult to achieve. My sexual needs were equally strong, but I
couldn't freely seek out women back then. My relationship with my mother filled that void. A mature, sexually active woman and a young
, strong boy, with plenty of time alone together, without arousing suspicion…

Of course, I don't deny the immense pleasure that the taboo of incest itself brought me, which is why I wrote this. My relationship with my mother lasted for
several years, ending only after graduation. During this time, we mostly had sex during holidays, trying various methods (excluding
the perverted ones). Our family atmosphere was always good; perhaps it was just enjoyment. I often think back to some scenes from that time, especially
some unforgettable ones, very clearly. I'll try to describe some of them and share them with everyone.

It was during my first holiday in college. My girlfriend and I had already broken up. To be honest, I often thought about the pleasure of having sex with my mother
, and I even lost interest in masturbation the following year. Plus, my girlfriend broke up with me, so my desire was particularly unbearable.

I finally looked forward to the holiday and rushed home, but at first, there weren't many opportunities because the middle school my mother taught at hadn't started its holiday yet,
and sometimes there were students from extracurricular tutoring classes at home besides my father. Those days were truly unbearable; I could only wander around outside every day.

I secretly touched my mother twice, but it wasn't enough; I did it furtively.

Then one day, about a week into the holiday, my father was showering in the bathroom while I was reading in my room. My mother came in, and I
became uncontrollably excited. She casually sat on my bed, and I wanted to touch her body, but she seemed hesitant, afraid I'd mess up
her clothes and hair, and she wouldn't be able to explain. So I took her hand and placed it on my genitals, and she started massaging me. I was very excited and pulled down
my pants . She was a little nervous but accepted it, using the blanket to cover me. I asked her to use her mouth, and she asked if
all boys liked this. I said yes, and she smiled, then told me to be quiet, wiped herself with a towel, and started giving me oral sex. Her
technique seemed much more skilled than the first time; the first time, her mouth was closed... She was too small, and her teeth were grinding against me, which hurt a little. I had told her before, so this
time Mom opened her mouth very wide. She knows my body very well and knows where my penis is most sensitive. She wrapped her tongue around that spot,
and I felt very good. I almost cried out, but I didn't dare because I was afraid Dad would hear. I was very nervous. Mom's movements were also very fast, and she kept taking my hands
off her body, as if urging me to hurry up. I kept saying "tongue, tongue," and she understood and moved very hard. I didn't dare
to hold back. When I was about to ejaculate, Mom tried to move her head away (it turned out she was going to use her hand to help me at the last minute, or let me ejaculate inside her). But
this time I didn't let her. I pulled her with my hand, and she knew what I was thinking, so she didn't move away but sucked hard. I ejaculated in just a few minutes. I still remember my mother
spitting into a towel and telling me to quickly get dressed. She washed the towel in the kitchen (because my father was showering in the bathroom
). We didn't have any contact for a few days after that night, and naturally, I was burning with desire. Then my mother went on vacation, and my father was preparing to go to Germany
for a business trip. I knew my opportunity was coming. During the days my father was getting his passport, I was incredibly restless. The night before he left, I was so
excited I couldn't sleep, fantasizing about how wild we'd be the next day. So much so that I secretly went to their bedroom door in the middle of the night to eavesdrop on their lovemaking.
I heard my mother laughing and whispering, but I couldn't understand the details. I finally drifted off to sleep, but probably because I
stayed up so late, I woke up the next day... It was late, almost noon, and Mom had already started cooking. Only the two of us were home. We had lunch as
usual (don't expect Mom to bring it up). I didn't dare directly ask her to have sex. After lunch, Mom went to wash the dishes.
She was wearing what looked like a yellow sweater and dark jeans. Looking at her back, I couldn't control my impulse anymore. I went up and hugged her from behind,
my hand going straight inside her pants. Mom didn't want it at first, but after a few moments, her breathing became rapid. She paused for a moment and whispered, "Wait until I finish washing
the dishes." I felt like I'd received a royal decree, and even helped with the chores. We finished quickly, and Mom led me into the bedroom. We
didn't say anything; we just started undressing each other. Mom rejected my kisses but welcomed my hands. We were immediately naked.
I remember one detail: Mom put her clothes on the stool, instead of scattering them all over the floor like in the movies.

Then we started making love intensely, kissing each other's sensitive areas. I entered her in the traditional way; her
insides were lubricated and warm. Perhaps we were too excited; the first time didn't last long, but it was enough for Mom to reach an orgasm. She looked very
satisfied . We slept for a while, then my desire returned, and I started caressing and kissing her. But Mom made me lie down. She began gently
kissing my body, then gave me oral sex, and then took the initiative to mount me. That's when I truly understood what technique meant. My
girlfriend had tried this position at my request, but it was stiff and even painful; I thought it wouldn't work.

Mom, however, was completely different. Her movements were gentle but comfortable. Her body leaned slightly forward, and I could caress her breasts, but she controlled
the rhythm . She even asked me if this was right, showing great consideration. I vaguely remember Mom asking me
how it felt compared to that girl, and I think I said I liked being inside Mom. She was very excited when she heard that, and that time lasted a long time. My mother seemed to be enjoying it, and also seemed
to be having fun. She swayed gently, letting me enjoy it for a long time before finally exerting herself to make me collapse.

I still feel that my mother conquered my body that time. Although I have never asked her about it, I feel that she did it
with me on purpose. It is very late when I write this, but my thoughts are very clear. This time I am describing a sexual encounter with my mother. It was a holiday, a bedroom and a charming body.

There is no love between us, but we are very compatible in sex. Sometimes I wonder if my mother likes my body, but
we both find love to be an incredible thing. We only like the body, or the unbridled and cooperative sex. We
talk about things after we finish, but most of it is about each other's bodies, such as skin, sex organs, duration of sex, and my
studies :) (Isn't that incredible?) But it is. 【over】

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