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Morality and a Closed Space If you were in a closed space, such as the secluded Peach Blossom Island, would you
still care about morality and ethics? I don't know if what I'm doing is right or wrong. I only know that I have needs, I have
animal instincts, and no one can control me. I just want to make love to the woman in front of me. I don't know if what I'm doing
is right or wrong. I'm a man, I'm just doing my duty...

Thump... Thump...

On the morning of September 10th, the sky was cloudless. Dad rented a yacht and took the whole family out for a trip.
A middle-aged man, even older than Dad, was our boatman. Dad loves sailing, so he asked him for
advice on sailing. My sister, on the other hand, was looking at the sea alone.

My older sister, who just got into university, is moving out, and I won't have many chances to see her anymore.
Watching her back as she walked away made me a little sad. I was chatting with my mom about fun things at school, and I felt that
something good would happen when we went sea fishing today. Everyone was full of anticipation...

On the morning of September *, the sound of the waves still lingered in my ears. I slowly opened my eyes and saw
a beach. As soon as I stood up, a wave of pain hit me. I had a lot of scrapes all over my body. I looked around and saw
my mom lying not far ahead. I quickly went over and woke her up. Seeing my scrapes, she tore off a piece of her sleeve
to bandage me. Only then did we realize that we were on an island, but we couldn't see my dad, sister, or the boatman. "I wonder
how many days they've been unconscious. I'm so hungry. Let's go to the jungle ahead and see if we can find any wild fruit."

We found a few unripe mangoes to eat for now, and then we continued to look for my dad and the others on the surrounding beaches
.

"Don't go too far! You'll get lost!"

We searched for a long time but still couldn't find it. My mom and I spent a day on the beach. Mom said, "This can't go on
. We're at our wits' end. Let's head into the jungle!"

I nodded, feeling incredibly hungry. Mom told me to bring some raw fruit, and we set off. Mom waved
a branch in front of us, and I followed behind. We walked all day, but still hadn't seen anything to eat. We
were starving.

Until the second night, I saw a small campfire ahead and prepared to rush forward. Mom said, "Wait!
Maybe they're cannibals!"

We secretly hid in the bushes and watched them. We saw them roasting wild boar. My stomach was growling with hunger
. I didn't care what kind of tribe they were. I rushed out and sat down next to them. They were startled when they saw me. Mom
quickly rushed over and hugged me, indicating that she wanted to protect me.

I drooled over the wild boar meat. They pulled out a large piece of meat and gave it to us. We took it and ate it like crazy (without
even knowing if it tasted good). After finishing, we reached out to take another piece, and they gave us another one.

We finished eating in no time, and I even choked a little. They were kind enough to give me water.

One of them said something to us, seemingly asking where we came from, but we couldn't communicate verbally, and
sign language was useless.

I looked around; it was like one of those backward tribes I'd seen on TV. They built their houses with wood,
and their people had very dark skin, only covering their private parts with leaves. The women didn't even cover their chests, only their genitals.

A few children ran over to look at us, treating us like strange animals.

That night, we wanted to sleep on the rocks nearby so as not to disturb them.

Unexpectedly, they were very kind and woke us up, pointing inside and letting us sleep there. Although there
were no beds, it was much more comfortable than outside, and we weren't afraid of the wind and rain. We slept with one of their families.

In the morning, I went hunting with the men of the tribe. I met a man a few years older than me, and he
taught me a lot. Because his catchphrase was "Aruru!", I started calling him Aruru.

He took good care of me, treating me like a younger brother, while my mother went to gather fruit and cook.

About a month passed like this. I've lost track of the year, month, and day.
During this time, I learned a lot. I was gradually entering puberty, and seeing the exposed breasts of the tribe women
excited me. The tribe people were very open about sex, unafraid of being seen, quite daring—it was
like watching a live porn film. I watched porn for a month.

Although I had borrowed some from classmates before, real life was even more exciting. Now I
masturbate to release my pent-up emotions, but the women in my fantasies aren't from the tribe; they're all movie stars from TV.

Lately, I've been using my mother as a fantasy character to masturbate. I know this is wrong, but
the more something is, the more I want to touch it, the more exciting it feels—it's truly perverted!

Lately, I've been secretly watching my mother's every move. My mother is forty, but her skin is still as white as ever,
without any blemishes. And I've noticed that my mother's figure is quite voluptuous, like a fertile piece of land, tempting one to
explore it.

Soon, I became increasingly perverse. I would secretly follow my mother into the jungle to watch her urinate. I
would circle around to get in front of her and peek, only seeing a clump of pubic hair from a distance before urine shot out.
But that was enough for me to masturbate.

My libido grew stronger, sometimes needing to be twice a day. Once, I woke up in the middle of the night to pee, and
when , I saw my mother's alluring lying position, which aroused me again. Her extremely short denim shorts couldn't cover her snow-white thighs,
and her tattered clothes revealed glimpses of her orange underwear. I picked up a leaf as toilet paper and started masturbating. Although I really wanted
to ejaculate on my mother, I knew it might wake her, so I ended up ejaculating on the leaf.

I started watching the local people's genitals to satisfy myself. I discovered that they would apply some kind of
lubricant to their own genitals, as well as the genitals of women, before having intercourse. I would watch their genitals and
imagine it was me and my mother, and then masturbate.

I discovered that the locals kept that lubricant in a jar, and every household
had it, including the one we were staying with. One time, when they weren't around, I secretly applied the lubricant to my penis.
To my surprise, it immediately became very large, red, hard, and swollen. Apparently, besides the lubricant, it
also contained an aphrodisiac.

I really want to have sex with a woman, and I want to ejaculate by masturbating, but I can't. It's so frustrating!

Just then, the woman from that family came back and, seeing this, immediately took off her coverings and made me lie down. She had also applied lubricant to her
private parts, and then made me lie down as well. It seemed she wanted to help me satisfy my needs. She
grabbed my penis and guided it to her private parts. I was a little surprised; this was so open!

Ah… my first time having sex, the feeling was so good, something I had been looking forward to for so long. But the woman was very quick;
perhaps she was also experiencing an orgasm! Even so, I still didn't ejaculate.

This drug was too strong. The woman got up and started giving me oral sex, her tongue constantly swirling around the head of my penis.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally ejaculated, covering her face. After getting up, she
looked at me sternly, muttering something under her breath. But it was my first time having sex with a woman, and I was so happy. I wasn't
afraid of my mother finding out, because of the language barrier, I had always kept it a secret.

However, after that incident, they took away their lubricant.

About a year later… We gradually learned their language, and that's when I realized that the
lubricant, if applied without having sex, would cause the penis to burst and die. No wonder my wife was so
nervous ; it was a near-death experience.

I heard it's about a ten-minute walk from the tribe, where there's a large tree called the "lust tree," and its sap is used to
make lubricant. Aru told me about it once when he took me hunting. Since that near-death experience, I've been
much more restrained with sex and haven't been masturbating so much. I've been very careful in everything since.

Although I've restrained myself a lot, because I'm in puberty now, my sexual needs are still very strong. I
've learned about my mother's physiological needs; that is, I've learned to know when she wants to urinate, and I'll
secretly follow her. But recently I've discovered that my mother goes out even when she's not urinating.

Once, I secretly followed her. My mother kept looking around to see if anyone was following. I'd never seen her
like this before. When we reached a far place, she finally stopped, looked around again, then took off her pants,
squatted on a rock, and started rubbing her genitals with a leaf. Was this masturbation…?

I thought back to how long we'd been here, seeing the tribespeople having sex every day, yet my mother
had no man to comfort her. Even my mother had sexual needs.

Ah, so that's it. My libido had increased because of this place, because of the environment.
Thinking about it now, my mother is so pitiful, especially now that she's forty, in the prime of her life, with nowhere to release her pent-up desires but masturbation.

My mother rubbed faster and faster, almost tearing the leaf apart. I pulled out my penis and
started masturbating in rhythm. My mother accidentally let out a moan, causing me to ejaculate, startling the jungle.

My mother was startled, quickly pulled up her pants, and looked around. I pulled up my pants too and rushed back to the tribe.

That night, I couldn't sleep. My mother's image filled my mind all night. Then I thought of a
way to satisfy both of us.

These past few days, I've been paying close attention to my mother's actions. I discovered that she only
masturbates after watching the local people have sex. I timed it perfectly, and one night, while everyone was asleep, I went to the sap tree and scraped
some sap, storing it in a small jar.

While the locals were having sex, my mother was about to leave again. I handed her a handful of leaves and said,
"Mom! Going to the toilet?"

My mother blushed and said, "Yes! Thank you!"

As soon as she left, I followed her out with the jar, circling around to a distance in front of her to spy. Sure enough,
she had sneaked out to masturbate again. As I watched her rub the leaves, I applied lubricant to my penis.

My mother's face grew increasingly red, and her vaginal fluid increased, spraying all over the leaves. Seeing that it was enough, I
took off my pants and boldly walked out. When my mother saw me, she was terrified and quickly pulled her pants back up.

Me: "Mom! Stop pretending! I saw everything!"

Mom: "You... saw what?"

Me: "I saw you masturbating!"

Mom: "Who... said I was masturbating? I was peeing!"

Me: "Don't lie to me. When you pee, you pee, and you don't keep rubbing your private parts!"

Mom tried to change the subject, saying, "How did you know I was here?"

Me: "Because I've been following you, from before until now!"

Mom was even more surprised. Mom: "You shameless child!"

Just as Mom was about to start yelling, I immediately stopped her. Me: "Mom! I didn't come here to argue with you today.
I know you have needs!" "

Mom said nervously, "What...needs?"

I said, "It's sex!"

Mom backed away in fear, "What do you want to do?"

I grinned lewdly, "I want to satisfy Mom!"

Mom said fearfully, "Don't do anything stupid! This is incest! This is immoral!"

I said, "Mom! Think about where we are. Who cares what we do? This is a closed place. We can just
satisfy our needs like natives!"

Mom didn't say anything. I rushed over, grabbed her, and pushed her to the ground. Mom struggled and said, "No! This
is unfair to your father!"

I said, "Dad's life is hanging in the balance. Let's satisfy each other's needs first!" "

Mom said nervously, 'Don't do this, you beast!'

I laughed and said, 'Mom! Aren't you a beast too? Otherwise, why would you have needs?'

Mom struggled and couldn't break free, tears welling up in her eyes. I comforted her, 'Mom! We just need to
enjoy ourselves , we don't need to care about morality or ethics!'

I forcefully pulled off Mom's underwear. Mom kept struggling, and I said angrily, 'I don't know if what I'm doing
is right or wrong. I only know I have needs, I have animal instincts, no one can control me. I just want to
make love . I don't know if what I'm doing is right or wrong? I'm a man, I'm just doing my duty…'"

Mom Seemingly shocked by my determination, she easily let me take off my pants. I lifted my mother's legs,
my penis pressing against the entrance of her vagina, which was still wet. My mother then came to her senses and struggled to escape. "Please
! Don't do this!" I said. "Mom! To tell you the truth, the leaf you just used has been coated with
an aphrodisiac ." My mother blushed, her mind racing. "You're talking nonsense!"

I said. "I'm not talking nonsense. If you hadn't masturbated, you wouldn't have been drugged. After I applied it, I dried
it. It sticks to anything wet. When you masturbated, you even stuffed the leaf inside..."
"Go, let the medicine take effect. Now, do you feel weak all over, and then very comfortable, and really want to have sex?" Mom's
face turned even redder, as if I had hit the nail on the head. I said, "Just a little bit has such an effect. Later,
speaking of which..." I took out a small jar, applied tree sap with my middle finger, and smeared it all over Mom's vagina. Mom said shyly,
"Don't do this!" I laughed, "It will feel great in a moment. This also has an aphrodisiac effect." I pressed my big penis against
the entrance . Mom knew the crucial moment had come and struggled desperately. I
pretended to be pitiful, "Mom! If I apply this medicine and don't have sex with a woman, my little brother will burst and die. Please let me have sex this once!" Mom
didn't say anything because she felt sorry for me. I said, "Mom doesn't want to have sex with a boor, does she? It's all in the family!" Mom: "You're
talking nonsense again!"

Mom seemed to relax. At this moment, I thrust in all the way in. Mom couldn't take it...
...a loud sound, and I immediately covered my mouth with my hand. I started thrusting wildly, but because of the drug,
I couldn't ejaculate quickly no matter how much I thrust. As I thrust, I looked at my mother's expression, which seemed to be in pain but not in pain, and in pleasure but not pleasure.
I thought my mother's feelings must be very complicated right now!

To make Mom more comfortable, and to make sure she wouldn't feel embarrassed seeing me,
I , starting with doggy style. Her snow-white buttocks made me want to slap her. I grabbed her buttocks tightly
: "Mom! I want to hug you!"

I thrust into her buttocks with all my might. After about ten minutes, her genitals were rubbed raw and numb from my thick
glans , and she released a large amount of vaginal fluid. Her vulva became wider and
wetter. Mom's hands, which had been covering her mouth, could no longer withstand the violent thrusts, so she braced herself on the ground for balance,
but her mouth was still open, slowly emitting lewd moans: "Oh!...Oh!...Oh!...Ah!...Ah!...Oh!...
Oh!...Ya!...Ya!..."

I don't know how long I'd been draining her, but the drug seemed to be getting stronger and stronger. Mom's moral compass seemed to have snapped
. For the first time, she actually cried out lewd words, "Ah...I can't...take...it...anymore...ah...ah!..."
"...Gently...gently...your...cock...is too thick...it will tear...my...little hole
...ah...my...little hole...is so itchy...ah...ah...
you can...harder...insert...it...faster...faster...I want...your...
big cock...insert...me...come on..."

Mom had never been so lewd when she made love with Dad before. Besides being grateful for the lewd tree, there was also the influence of the local people.
They also talked lewdly while making love to arouse each other. When I heard Mom's moans, I fucked her even harder. We changed
positions several times. When I heard Mom's lewd moans, I responded as if by imperial decree and
slammed my buttocks down. My whole big cock disappeared into Mom's soft and wet slit.

My mother's vagina, long deprived of pleasure for years, hadn't experienced such exquisite penetration. So when I entered
her, she trembled involuntarily, moaning, "Ah...
God... this feeling... so... so beautiful... Oh... I... haven't...
tasted good... ah... ah...
good son... faster... faster... um... oh oh..."

The more I thrust, the more pleasurable it became. I swung my large penis against my mother's body, repeatedly and violently pumping in and out. I no longer saw
her as my superior mother, but as a woman to vent my lust. At this moment, our relationship
was solely carnal desire; nothing else mattered.

My mother's vagina, as I thrust into her, responded to my movements. As I thrust, I said to her, "Mom
... your... vagina... is so... warm... so tight... it's gripping my... cock... so comfortably
... so good... If I had known... this vagina... felt... so wonderful... I... would have
... come... to... you... long ago..."

My mother lay beneath me, smiling gently, "Silly... child... before... you... weren't...
grown up ... your... cock... couldn't get hard... how could you... fuck... me... in the future...
we... can... make love... often... Mom's... vagina... welcomes you...
to... fuck... anytime... um... just... like... this... ah... so wonderful...
ahh ... ah..."

I thrust for about several tens of minutes, gradually feeling waves of tingling pleasure creep up my spine, and
cried out, "Mom... I feel so... comfortable... so... good... ah... I... ah... I'm about to... hold back..."
"...I can't hold back...ah...I'm...I'm...I'm coming...ah..." Mom tried
to push , but that only made me want to ejaculate more. I couldn't resist the strong contractions and sucking of her vagina, and I
sprayed streams of semen deep into her flower. After I ejaculated, it felt like countless ants were crawling
inside . Mom and I were both very satisfied. Mom had at least three or four orgasms during the lovemaking

. "Mom! Do you need to go to the toilet?" Mom blushed and said, "Yes! Thank you!" She's so polite, hahaha. I think this article is okay. Keep up the good work. Overall, it's not bad, and the imagination is rich. It's a pity that it's a bit anticlimactic. It would be better if the ending was more complete. For example, the change in the mother-son relationship after the deed, and your life here afterwards, etc. In short, there is still a lot of room for writing.
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Why does it feel like his mother is his female classmate? Haha, it's okay, but the ending is too fast. It would be better if it continued to develop. Good article! The characters, places, and plot are well-organized. The details are clearly described. It's rare to see a mother like this, which is why there is such a good article. The author's writing is good, it makes me very excited. May I ask the author, what happened to his father later? I am more concerned about this, haha. Your imagination is too rich, and the plot is also well designed. I support you. A very novel and chaotic article, the theme is quite unconventional, it feels very exciting, very good.

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