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Every time I see novels on those pornographic forums, I always think of what happened to me, but I dare not speak of
it. It wasn't until today, after reading so many novels about incest between mother and son, that I had this
desire to write about it. By now, you should know what I'm going to write about. If you're not interested, please
leave.

My name is Xiaomin, this is a pseudonym. A name is just a label, and I don't think you'll mind. Okay,
enough rambling, let's get down to business. I'm the only child in my family, so my parents dote on me,
especially my grandparents who treat me like an emperor. They give me whatever I want. Of course,
I'm also a very ambitious child. I excel in every aspect, especially in academics, where I
have a natural talent. You might not believe it, but I completed all six years of elementary school with perfect scores, and even now in
university still at the top of my class. I've always been a good child until my grandparents passed away.
Because my parents had to work, no one took care of me anymore.

After entering junior high, I started hanging out with some of the class bullies. I skipped classes every day, played video games, watched videos, and
wandered around aimlessly. Perhaps because of my strong foundation or a genuine talent for studying, I never fell behind in my studies, and the teachers turned a
blind eye. My family was unaware of
my behavior. It wasn't until one time, when I got into a fight while playing video games, that I was reported to the school's neighborhood committee, and my family found out about my actions at school. Needless to say,
although my father loved me dearly, he was also incredibly violent when he hit me, and nothing my mother did could stop him.

From then on, I distanced myself from those bullies and started studying diligently. But don't think the story
ends there; it's only just beginning. In the second year of junior high, writing love letters became popular in my class. I received many love letters from
girls . I remember being incredibly excited when I received the first letter from the girl I liked
. Later, we started dating. Perhaps because we were too ordinary, the girl's parents found out about those cheesy
letters. They reported me to the school again and even demanded that I be expelled. I was terrified.

My parents were called to the school and criticized for not raising their child properly. When I got home that day, I thought I was going to get a beating again
. But when I got home, my parents didn't say anything. They just told me not to do it again. I
promised them I would study hard, but I still thought it was
impossible for me to completely forget him. I didn't sleep much that night.

The next day, when I got up for breakfast, I noticed my parents' eyes were bloodshot. At school,
during break, the girl gave me a letter. In it, she said she was sorry, and how much she loved me, hoping we
could continue our friendship. I was moved for a moment, but remembering my promise to my parents, I hesitated.

I told her I would answer her the next day. That evening at dinner, my dad asked if I had made things clear with the girl.
Of course, I couldn't tell him what happened that day, or he would beat me to death. I only told him I hadn't had a chance to tell him.
Dad nodded and didn't say anything.

After dinner, I watched TV in their bedroom as usual, a really good romantic movie. I watched it until very late.
After it was over, I wanted to go back and masturbate. Oh, I forgot to tell you, I've been masturbating since the first year of junior high. My fantasies
are usually about movie and TV stars. Of course, masturbation isn't very frequent; it happens once or twice a week. I
was thinking of having sex with the female lead on TV. I was about to leave when suddenly, my dad said to me, "Xiaomin, don't go back to sleep tonight . Sleep

here with us ." 　　My immediate reaction was, "Do my parents know about my masturbation habit and don't want me to sleep alone?" 　　So I said without hesitation, "Okay." Maybe I was feeling guilty, which is why I agreed so quickly. Then I thought, "How can the three of us sleep in such a small bed?" "Dad, the bed is so small, it'll be too crowded for three people," I said reluctantly. 　　"It's okay, I'll sleep at your place tonight. Your mother has a lot to say to you tonight," my dad said seriously. 　　"What is it? Can't you say it now?" I thought Mom was going to scold me tonight, so I didn't want to . 　　"I told you to sleep, so just sleep! Why are you saying so much?" 　My father was angry, so I didn't dare to argue anymore: "Okay." I thought I was in trouble tonight. Dad went out, and I stood there dumbfounded, bracing myself for a scolding. 　　"Xiaomin, what are you standing there thinking about? Come and get some sleep. You have school tomorrow!" 　　"Okay." I climbed into bed, took off my coat, and crawled under the covers, pretending to be asleep, afraid that Mom would scold me. It seemed that Mom didn't intend to scold me; she even covered me with the blanket. We slept like that for about ten minutes. I thought Mom was asleep, and I was overjoyed. I wouldn't be scolded today, but then I realized something was wrong. Dad said Mom had a lot to say to me, but it didn't seem like that was true. 　　"Xiaomin, are you asleep?" 　　I was startled. Why wasn't Mom asleep yet? It seemed I couldn't escape this scolding. "Not yet." 　　Mom lay down on her side, propped her head up with her hand, looked at me, and smiled slightly. "Do you miss that girl a lot?" 　　"No, no, Mom, I won't be silly like that anymore. I'll study hard. Please don't scold me anymore, okay?" 　　Mom smiled again. "Silly child, do you think Mom is going to scold you? Are you so scared? Do you think I'd eat you ? I was young once too. I know what you're thinking right now. It's only natural for you to have these thoughts. I'm with you—so I'm not going to scold you this time." 　　I thought Mom was just testing me to see if I would still date that girl. So I said, "Mom, I won't date that girl anymore. I'll study hard. Don't worry." 　　"Heh, can you? At your age, self-control is at its worst." 　　Mom started stroking my hair and looked at me with a strange look. I felt a surge of excitement because I realized that the look in his eyes was similar to how the girls in my class looked at me—a kind of romantic gaze, the kind you see a lot on TV. But then I thought, how could that be? I was really letting my imagination run wild.

Mom continued to stroke my hair, occasionally caressing my face. Her face drew closer and closer,
her breath almost touching my skin. She looked at me with that same gaze, and although I knew
what I was thinking was unlikely, I couldn't help but imagine it.

Suddenly, Mom kissed me, looking at me with a deep, affectionate gaze—I couldn't tell if it was maternal love or something between
lovers , maybe both. I was startled, wondering if it was real, when Mom
kissed my lips, lingering for a few seconds. The feeling was wonderful. My heart was pounding
in my chest; the excitement and joy were indescribable. I looked at my mother. She wasn't exceptionally
beautiful , but she had a certain charm, and her mature womanly allure was unmatched by my female classmates.
Mom was only 38 at the time, with a fuller figure. Mom looked at me, smiled, lifted the covers, and began
to unbutton my pajamas.

I could hardly breathe, my heart pounding. Was the sex I'd been longing for about to happen, and
with my beloved mother no less? I couldn't believe it was real, but it was happening. I didn't even
know what a woman's genitals looked like; I desperately wanted to see. I wanted my mother to show me, but I was afraid that
if I asked, she would be unhappy, and everything would be over, so I remained silent. My mother
finished unbuttoning my shirt and started unbuttoning her own. I didn't dare move or say anything; I was terrified that she would change
her mind .

As I watched my mother expose her slightly sagging breasts, my excitement reached its peak.
My mother leaned down and began kissing my lips. My mind went blank; I only remember her tongue entering
my mouth and licking it repeatedly. Next, Mom asked me to touch her breasts. My hands trembled as I reached
out and touched them. They were smooth and elastic. Mom started making "Mmm...Mmm"

sounds. It felt like an eternity, probably because I was so eager to know what intercourse felt like. Even those
less than ten minutes felt like forever. Mom finally started pulling down my underwear, and then she took off
hers .

I felt like I was ascending to heaven, completely drained of strength, my penis already throbbing as if it were about to burst. I saw
Mom's genitals. Her pubic hair was much thicker than mine; mine was just starting to grow. I never
knew women had pubic hair before; it was truly an eye-opener. Because I was lying down, with Mom straddling my waist
, I couldn't see her genitals at all. When Mom's hand touched my penis, I
felt like I was being electrocuted.

Excessive nervousness made my whole body tremble. My mother held my penis and pulled back my foreskin
. It hurt a little, but the feeling was wonderful. My penis was already very wet and not
dry. My mother held my penis and rubbed it against her vulva. The feeling was amazing, especially when I touched
the sticky, warm fluid from her genitals. My whole body felt like
it was going and knew I was about to ejaculate. I tried desperately to hold it in, but I couldn't. So, my semen flowed
out, and my penis started to throb. My glans felt numb, like I was being electrocuted. My mother sensed that I had ejaculated. "Baby,
it's okay. It's like this the first time."

She went to the bathroom and came out wearing her underwear, holding a wad of toilet paper. She
wiped the semen off me. I hated myself for being so useless. That feeling of loss made
me want to cry. So we lay down to sleep, but I couldn't fall asleep. I kept thinking about what had just happened.
My mother seemed to be asleep; she was even snoring. I was unwilling to give up. I hadn't experienced what intercourse felt like,
and I felt that if I missed this opportunity tonight, I would never have another chance. I couldn't sleep at all. I used my gloved hand to stroke
my penis a few times, and to my surprise, it got hard again. I was overjoyed, knowing that I had another chance, but my mother was already asleep
. I was afraid she wouldn't be happy

if I woke her up. But I was still unwilling to give up, so I gently
lifted the blanket, afraid of waking her

. I slowly and gently tried to pull down her panties, only managing to pull down the top part, exposing her pubic hair. The bottom part was pressed down and I couldn't pull it off. I slowly turned my mother over, and that's how I woke her up
. I thought she would punish me. "Mom, I want to—"

But to my surprise, she smiled and said, "You want to do it again, right? Xiaomin, you have to go to school tomorrow, take care of yourself
."

At that moment, my heart was really hurt, and I actually started to cry. "No, baby, Mom promises you, okay
?"

Mom said anxiously. I felt that my self-esteem had been hurt, and I cried even harder. Mom
sat up patted my head, and started kissing my lips and unbuttoning my clothes. I felt like I was going from hell to heaven.
This time, I put my tongue in Mom's mouth too, and we intertwined. Soon we
were , and Mom was on top of me. "Let Mom lubricate you, and you lubricate Mom too,"

she said. We ended up in 69. I had no idea what lubrication was, but I didn't dare ask, afraid that if I made a
mistake, Mom would stop.

Suddenly, I felt my penis was wet and warm. I hadn't expected Mom to lick my penis. I
suddenly understood what lubrication was. Not only that, Mom's genitals were finally fully exposed to me.
Even in the dim light of the lamp, I could clearly see two pure petals, with small,
reddish fleshy bumps covered by skin, like a penis. And the smell emanating from there was so exciting
! My heart was pounding. I lifted my head and started licking Mom's vulva with my tongue. It felt
a little rough . I licked everywhere—the petals, the clitoris.

Not long after, Mom got up, turned around, straddled my waist, grasped my penis, lifted her
buttocks, and began to guide my penis towards her vaginal opening. She paused there for a moment, then slowly sat down.
Because my penis wasn't fully developed and was a bit small, it went in easily.
The moment it entered, I finally understood what intercourse was like; the feeling was absolutely wonderful. I felt like I was in heaven,
like my heart was filled with honey—it was indescribable.

Mom moved up and down on top of me. She held my hand, gesturing for me to touch her breasts.
After I grasped her breasts, she leaned forward, occasionally making "ah ah, mmm" sounds.
The activity was too intense or tense, and we were both sweating and flushed. Mom's movements became more and more vigorous; sometimes she would lift her head and
close her eyes , sometimes she would lean down and kiss me. My mind was blank, and I let Mom do as she pleased. Perhaps because I had just
ejaculated, this time it lasted longer.

As our intercourse continued, I felt a tingling sensation in my glans, and I ejaculated again. Mom also let out

a long cry, "Ah!" I felt her vagina contracting and her whole body trembling. At the time, I didn't know what was
happening , but now I know—Mom had reached orgasm. That's how Mom and I completed our first sexual intercourse,
which was also my first time. I felt extremely happy at the time.

The next day, I wrote a letter rejecting that girl, telling her that we were still students and our studies should be our
priority, and we could talk about feelings later. From then on, I often slept with Mom, and Dad didn't object. He used Mom to
satisfy me and prevent me from going astray; it was his idea. Actually, I knew that Dad's sexual ability might be poor
, which was why he came up with such an absurd idea. I learned a lot of sexual techniques from my mother. Now I
can last for hours without ejaculating. My mother used to beg for mercy every time, but now she's the one who initiates, and
I can often bring her to orgasm several times. (

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