My New World with Mom [Full Text]

My New World with My Mother

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I live in a small to medium-sized city. My family's economic conditions are average, and my mother didn't give me the means to squander money.
Normally, a recent graduate like me should be working hard to find a job and build my own future. However, my life as a homebody during my school
years made it difficult for me to integrate into society after graduation. Although I have a very active mind,
I always give off a dull and naive impression when I'm out in public. I also maintain the typical homebody style, knowing island war movies and
comics like the back of my hand. Since graduating from junior high school, a daily "hand cannon shot" has been a must.

As I mentioned earlier, my mother didn't give me the means to squander money. My parents
divorced when I was very young, and I lived with my mother. My mother is a very independent and strong woman. She runs a
small business, and after paying for living expenses, she still has a small amount left to meet my daily material needs. During my student
years , expenses were relatively low. My mother is 48 years old this year, 169 cm tall, neither fat nor thin, just right. Her buttocks
are the part of her body that I find most fascinating—plump but not loose, looking very round. My mother has a very
youthful and alluring face. Due to my long-term masturbation, she looks older now; at 24, she looks like she's in her late
twenties . My mother's friends often joke that we're like siblings, and some of the more lewd ones even joke,
"Do you secretly absorb your son's essence every night?" My mother is very open-minded and doesn't get angry, but she
doesn't feel shy or embarrassed either.

My stepfather is someone my mother met when I was in the second year of junior high school. He's eleven years younger than her, a long-haired man who looks very
free easy. Initially, he worked for a state-owned enterprise. Later, he was laid off due to layoffs. Since my mother is a strong
, independent woman, he didn't have to worry about finances, and she looked very young, appearing to be the same age as him. They got
married less than six months after meeting. At the time, I disliked this man from the bottom of my heart. He had no income and was completely obedient to my mother
. I felt that men living like him were truly wasting their lives. (There might have been a little jealousy involved at the time;
after living with my mother for so many years, suddenly another man appeared, taking away half of her love. Because I didn't have an Oedipus
complex then.) This mindset has led me to call him "uncle" to this day, never "Dad." His attitude towards me
is just for show, merely superficial. Perhaps appearances reflect mindset; my mother, nearing 50
, looks young and is very energetic and open-minded. After they got married, they often went out,
seeking excitement at night.

My Oedipus complex started near graduation from university. At that time, I didn't really like watching adult videos featuring older women. But
my computer would inexplicably display videos of women in their forties and fifties. This puzzled me greatly, and I
even thought it was a virus downloaded from a computer. One night, I got up to drink water, which solved
the mystery. Because I was groggy from the night, I heard "uh-huh" sounds as I walked to my room. I
thought I was hallucinating from excessive masturbation, so I stood there for a while. After regaining my senses, I realized someone was watching my adult videos in
the study .

The thought made my heart skip a beat. Back then, my mother was irreplaceable in my heart; I thought
she was the most sacred person in the world. I was terrified that she would find out I was watching porn and discover my shameful side. I
nervously walked to the study door, and through the crack, I breathed a long sigh of relief. It was my uncle. Humph! Back in
my room, I couldn't sleep. In middle school, my parents had a very good relationship. Sometimes I
would secretly eavesdrop and hear my mother's soft moans and the thuds of her hitting the bed with her movements.
Why would my uncle be watching porn in the middle of the night?

Deep down, I knew that men at home couldn't compare to those outside. And the movies he watched were
those "mysteriously" appearing on my computer—movies featuring older women. That's probably why he married my mother
. Lost in thought, I fell asleep, completely unaware of the reaction in my groin when I imagined my mother and uncle having
sex …

The next morning, they were both out running errands. I opened my computer and checked the Documents menu,
which showed recently opened programs. For some reason, I wanted to experience what it would be like for my uncle to watch this
. The film depicted incest between a mother and son in an island nation. I don't usually like these older women, but as I watched, I
thought about my mother's potentially unsatisfactory sex life, and how my uncle might no longer satisfy her. I also thought of my mother's moans, and my hand
involuntarily moved downwards. When I saw the characters in the film, I automatically projected my mother and myself
onto them . When the woman screamed in climax, I came too. Watching that woman felt like my mother was beneath me
, making me moan in pain, my semen gushing out. It felt so wonderful that I slowly closed my eyes,
savoring the sensation. This moment of self-indulgence made me addicted to this feeling, and my "love" for my mother silently
changed.

I had a girlfriend who wasn't a virgin; we slept together after only three days. It felt great; she was very proactive.
But because of her, I learned that because of my long foreskin, the sensation during penetration wasn't very intense. After we broke up,
I suggested to my mother that I get a circumcision. My mother agreed, because everyone says that men with phimosis are prone to erectile dysfunction as they get
older. My mother was very concerned about my future sex life, and thinking about this made me hard again.

We went to the hospital, paid the surgery fee, and could have the procedure done immediately. But the doctor said we needed to shave first, which basically meant removing
the hair around my penis. He told me to go to a dark room. After a few minutes, my mother came in carrying a tray
with a small knife, gauze, and disinfectant. I thought she would give me the tray and leave, but instead, she said
something that shocked me.

"Take off your pants quickly.

" "Huh?" I was stunned.

"Hurry up, the doctor is waiting for you."

"Okay." I nodded mechanically and moved. My pants came off, exposing my penis. My mother wasn't as shy as some people
describe ; maybe she just thought her son was part of her, and she'd seen it all.
But she really overlooked one thing: I was already an adult. I held my penis myself. Because of nervousness, my penis was
small , and my mother shaved around it, removing the pubic hair. In some places, it even bled!

"Ouch, you're bleeding! Be careful, or I can do it myself." Seeing her bleeding, all her
romantic thoughts vanished.

"We've been waiting for you. Did you think we were going to style your hair for a haircut?" she said, gently patting her left and right sides.
She lightly patted my penis. Perhaps my mother is more playful and open-minded; she
didn't think it was a big deal for a mother to pat her son's penis. But this pat was unbearable for me. My initial tension had been
dispelled , and her gentle pat immediately aroused me. My penis stood erect, and my hand, which had been pinching the foreskin
, now gripped it from behind. My mother was momentarily at a loss. She tried to appear calm, saying, "Don't do this during the surgery, or
the doctor will have to cut it off." I didn't hear a word my mother said; my eyes were fixed on her
lips, which looked incredibly sexy with a bit of lip balm.

My libido was extremely high, and impulsively, I took a step forward. Perhaps my mother
saw my expression; she was startled, paused for a second, put the scalpel on the plate, stood up, and
said, "Do it yourself, hurry up," and then left. My mother's behavior made me feel guilty and frustrated; I felt like a terrible
person, and my penis went limp. After shaving myself, I went straight to the doctor, probably
feeling awkward seeing my mother. The surgery was simple, a one-hour local anesthesia.

The doctor told me the stitches would fall off automatically in about seven days, and I couldn't shower for two weeks. I stumbled
home, and during that time, a terrifying thought crept into my mind: I wanted to have sex with my mother!
So, I spent the last few days preparing, reading incest novels, watching incest movies, and reading incest comics online. I did
my homework. I read in a novel that mothers who are more open-minded generally don't care about incest between mother and son.

Because the son is their own, they can accept it as long as it's not told others. Even if the son rapes
the mother , the mother won't tell anyone because she loves her son and will silently endure it. Because I had never experienced it, I
believed it to be true. I read an article about secretly trying to find out what my mother was thinking using QQ, and I had a good idea. Because I had registered
my mother 's QQ account, I knew her account and password. My mother usually loves to chat and often
sits on the sofa after dinner, talking on her phone for hours.

Hehe, I secretly logged into Mom's QQ account and looked at her recent contacts, checking her chat
history one by one to see if there was any sign that Mom liked chatting with young people. What I found really
shocked me. Mom's chat history was full of lewd jokes, like when someone said, "Little baby, how many times a night do you go
?" Mom would reply, "You're never satisfied." But I also noticed something else: although Mom
was very flirtatious, she would directly refuse invitations from online friends to go out for dinner or karaoke.
It seems Mom's sex life is not in sync with Uncle's, and she's seeking emotional satisfaction online. This
information, coupled with the "guidance" from incestuous novels, made me even more confident. That night, Mom was chatting in the living room, and I sent her
a message.

"Mom, what's up?" I was a little nervous.

"Come over here, it's obviously not good news." =.= Well, no one knows a child better than their mother.

"Let's talk here, I can't say it to you in person." When we got to the point, my face turned red in front of the computer.

"What? Why so mysterious? Tell me the good news, keep the bad news to yourself." Mom is really cute, at least
that's what I think.

"Mom, this is good for you!"

"Good for me? Giving me some money is the best benefit!" =. = Mom, you're so materialistic.
Are you a 90s

kid? "Um, how long has it been since you two did it? He's living elsewhere now. How often does he come back to
do it with you?" (Uncle went to work for his brother-in-law, he's doing business in another city.)

After a half-minute silence, "Why are you asking this? What's it to you?" Mom's tone made me feel very
cold, and I suddenly felt like backing down. But thinking about Mom's chat history, I became bolder again.

"I know my uncle is different now than he was two years ago. He doesn't touch you much now, right?" There was no
response from the other side, so I continued.

"I went on your QQ this morning and saw your chat history. Why did you talk about those things with strangers? Don't you
know it hurts me a lot? You've shattered my impression of you." I became a little hysterical.

"What image do I have in your heart? Does my image allow you to say such things to me?" My mother's words
were sharp, leaving me speechless.

"Mom, you are the most beautiful in my heart. You are the person I love most. I know my uncle doesn't care about you anymore
, I know you need things, and he's away from home for long periods now. I can meet your needs! Really," I said
from bottom of my heart. About a minute later, Mom went offline. Then I heard footsteps passing through the study and
into her room. At this moment, I was actually a little angry because I read online that if a mother loves her child, she will
basically agree to everything. These novels have really ruined me. In a fit of anger, I stood up abruptly and
went to Mom's bedroom. Mom was a little startled by me, looking at me like a stranger. I said, "
Don't love me?" Mom took a moment to gather her thoughts and answered

, "Do you even know what love is?" Why do I always find myself speechless when Mom speaks? My reasons, my
courage, my thoughts all turned into a jumbled mess. My mother continued, "Do you know what you're doing?
Do you know the consequences of this? I can't believe you're over 20 and still think like a child! Spend less
time online. Let me tell you, if I didn't love you, your father would be here with you right now. If I didn't love you, I
wouldn't waited until you were old enough to remarry. I love you, that's why I can't do this kind of thing with you!"

I was stunned. Why? It turned out my mother wasn't disgusted by me or by our sex. She was afraid of hurting
me. Thinking this, my blood boiled, and disregarding my recently circumcised penis, I lunged at my mother.
My mother hadn't expected her words to be misunderstood like this. She hesitated for a moment before resisting. I pinned
her arms down with my hands and pressed my legs against her lower body. I kept
kissing . My mother resisted fiercely, banging her head against me and struggling desperately with her arms. But her lower body remained completely
still. I realized then

that my mother was afraid she would reopen my wound. Today is the 5th day after surgery. Half of the sutures at the incision site have fallen off,
and my penis is hard. At that moment, I didn't even think about whether I could penetrate her; I just wanted to conquer my mother. I lowered myself and
rubbed Even though my mother's lower body wasn't moving, the violent shaking of her upper body also affected her lower body. I accidentally used
too much force. My penis felt like it was being pricked with a needle.

I cried out in pain, "Ah!" Seeing me freeze, my face flushed red with pain, Mom actually
chuckled . Despite the pain, I still tried to kiss her. "Get lost!" Mom's face
darkened again. I guessed she must have been a Peking Opera singer before. Her face-changing skills were masterful! That yell really got to me
. I slumped back to my room, quickly pulled down my underwear to check my penis. There was some bleeding, not much, but traces of
blood. After a while, Mom's voice came through.

"Is something wrong?"

Afraid that Mom would be angry and ignore me because of my antics, I replied, "No, no, Mom, think
about ." Then there was silence. I couldn't sleep all night. Seven days passed, and two of the injections still hadn't come in. I
was worried; this was a lifelong issue. In a panic, my mother and I went to the hospital to see a doctor. He examined it and said, "
It's nothing , the incision is a little split, it's nothing serious, it bled and scabbed over so it hasn't fallen off yet." My mother
kept glaring at me, and I felt ashamed... Taking advantage of my inattention, the doctor used tweezers to rip off the stitches
.

"Mom!" It hurt so much! My mother's face changed, looking very distressed. The doctor
said to be careful in the future, avoid intercourse for a month, and preferably not to think about anything intense. My face turned red again, which was rare for me
.

Time flew by. A month passed in the blink of an eye, and my relationship with my mother hadn't
changed because of that day's foolishness; a month seemed to have replaced the awkwardness of that day. Tonight,
Aunt Tian, my mother's business partner, invited us out to sing karaoke with her son and husband. So the five of us sat in
a private room. Everyone says that you have to drink when you sing karaoke, and I felt this was my chance! More than a month had passed, and my penis had almost
recovered . I figured I could insert it now, and a plan slowly formed in my mind. Since my mother couldn't
sing, I thought of a good idea.

"Let's take turns singing a song, and whoever can't sing it has to drink, how about that?" I said with a mischievous grin.

"Sure, no problem!" Aunt Tian was always so generous. Mom secretly glanced at me, probably thinking,
"You're just setting me up for failure, I wasted my life having this son."

Mom knew a couple of songs at first, but then she couldn't sing any more. When it was her turn, she immediately picked up her wine glass, which made
me secretly happy. Halfway through, Mom had drunk about half a bottle of red wine. Because of the aftereffects of red wine, although
her face was flushed, she wasn't drunk. Looking at Mom, I felt a tickle in my heart. While everyone was looking at the screen,
I secretly reached out my hand. The KTV was dimly lit, and we were sitting on the edge, so
no one saw me reach out. First, I touched Mom's waist. Mom's body immediately stiffened, and she turned her head to
warn me with a very serious face.

But I knew that in this situation, she only dared to warn me. I slipped my hand under Mom's shirt,
trying to reach down from the top of her skirt to touch her buttocks. Just then, Mom casually scratched herself,
reaching behind her to pinch my mischievous hand. I coughed loudly, and Mom immediately pulled her hand back,
her lively expression gone; she was probably really angry. Seeing this, I quickly pulled my hand away.

Mom gave me a "you know what's good for you" look, making me regret it deeply. When she turned her head away, my
shameless streak returned, and I reached my hand back, but this time I didn't go inside her clothes; instead, I put my hand
outside her skirt, touching Mom's buttocks. Perhaps Mom felt that resisting was futile, because this time she didn't move.

My hand slowly touched, sometimes grabbing, sometimes caressing, sometimes gently pinching. Gradually, my territory
moved further and further down, and Mom's face became increasingly flushed. When Auntie sang the climax of a song, everyone
applauded, and Mom did something that still puzzles me to this day: while clapping, she leaned back
slightly . My hand was about to touch Mom's vulva, and her leaning back allowed me to hit my target perfectly.
Yet Mom's face remained flushed, and I couldn't tell what had happened. I don't know if Mom was uncomfortable because my hand was poking her
buttocks , or if she was condoning my actions. I slowly stroked Mom's
vulva through her skirt and underwear.

I think the alcohol was taking effect; Mom started to let loose. In the room, five people from two families
were happily singing, while my mother and I were doing something that made everyone blush. They didn't
notice Mom's half-closed eyes, enjoying the experience, and her unfocused, dreamy gaze. Actually, I had only moved my hand
a few times when I felt her skirt get wet. Although Mom was enjoying it, she was still a strong woman; even in the heat of passion, she maintained her
composure. She knew that if I continued, her skirt would be soaked, and she wouldn't be able to get out. She turned her head and gave
me a look that said, "Stop." I understood, and withdrew my hand. I deliberately spilled
water on my hand while drinking and licked it a couple of times.

Mom saw this and stepped on my toes with her heel. It hurt terribly. But she had a smug
look on her face. Of course, Aunt Tian and her family didn't see our little antics. We sang for a full four
hours that night. Why "full"? Because Aunt Tian, like my mother, is a businesswoman—shrewd and calculating, timing it
perfectly. When we got to the front desk, the receptionist smiled and said, "If you're even half a minute late, you'll have to
pay for an extra hour." KTVs charge by the hour.

If you sing for an hour and a minute, you'll have to pay for two hours. My throat was hoarse from singing for four hours
, but I was incredibly happy, not because of the singing, but because of my mother on my back. She was
drunk little mouth still making smacking noises. Probably thirsty from drinking. I really wanted to
put my penis inside her and have her suck it, licking the glans with her little tongue. Getting a taxi at night is actually easier than during the day,
even though there are fewer cars.

But there are even fewer people trying to hail a taxi. Aunt Tian gave me a few instructions, closed the car door, and let us go home.
Because Mom was unconscious, she was leaning against me. We were both sitting in the back of the taxi. The taxis here
have metal partitions separating the front and back of the car, so the driver can't see below our chests. This was
my chance! I'd only touched her through her skirt before; this time I'd go inside. I gently slipped my hand inside, and
my heart pounded when I touched her pubic hair.

Moving downwards, I finally touched her warm, moist vulva. Her
panties , feeling like I was touching oil. Her labia were tender, and why were they engorged? What was Mom doing?
Was it a dream? I gently probed and inserted a finger. Wow… it was slippery and hot inside, and it felt
like it was sucking my finger in, not sucking it inwards, but rather like it was stuck to the surrounding vaginal walls. At this moment,
Mom grabbed my mischievous hand. I thought Mom had woken up and was going to stop me, but unexpectedly, Mom
was slowly rubbing my hand against her in her dream.

Mom was masturbating in her dream? When we got home, I didn't brush my teeth or take a shower, and just carried Mom to
the bed . Because I had been masturbating Mom for so long, I couldn't hold back any longer. I bent down and took off Mom's
underwear. By then, her underwear was completely soaked, giving off a slightly fishy and greasy smell, which
smelled very good. I pushed her shirt up to her chest, pulled down my pants, and looked at my glans, which was glowing red. I knew that no one
could stop me today. Mom was lying on the edge of the bed in a spread-eagle position, and I was standing on the floor, looking at Mom's muddy
lower body. I gently held Mom's two ankles and lifted them onto my shoulders.

Looking at my mother's small, jade-like feet, I couldn't help but kiss her toes. They say if you love someone, you love
everything , and that's true. Looking at my mother's little feet, they were so irresistible that I forgot
about penetrating her vagina and started rubbing them while standing. I gently licked my mother's fair, jade-like feet, and heard her
moan .

This discovery was incredible—her feet were my mother's sensitive area! If my mother were conscious, she would definitely be ashamed
to let me know her sensitive area and would hold back her moans. Thinking of this, I couldn't hold back any longer. I
grabbed both her feet with my right hand and used my left hand to guide my penis inside. My mother was very wet; my penis
encountered no resistance and plunged in with a soft "Oh!" I knew that from today onwards, my feelings for my mother
would never be the same again. My mother's vagina was very tight and hot inside; my penis felt like it was melting inside. There was also an itchy sensation on
the glans —my mother was tickling me. I almost ejaculated as soon as I entered. The only drawback
was that Mom's vagina was very short; I felt like I could reach the very depths of her clitoris when I inserted it.

I knew that if I moved too vigorously or thrust too forcefully, Mom would definitely be in pain, and how could I bear
to? Even though Mom wasn't aroused today, I couldn't thrust too forcefully, after all, the incision site was
still
too sensitive for vigorous thrusting. So, I held Mom's ankles with my right hand, leaned forward, and gently thrust with my left hand supporting her waist. Mom seemed to feel something in her sleep, moaning softly.

After gently thrusting for about 10 minutes, I felt the movement getting a bit stiff, so I turned Mom
over　 , letting her lie on her side. Mom was unconscious now, and when she lay on her side, she always tended to fall to one side. I had no choice
but to use my right hand to support her body, and with my left hand, I gently stroked her anus while thrusting. This
position felt very good to my penis; the comfortable sensation shot straight to my head.

I wanted to ejaculate! I quickly turned my mother over, this time pressing down on her and pinning her legs
against her large breasts, prying open her lips with my tongue. The moment I touched her tongue, the soft, smooth touch combined with
the aroma of red wine and saliva in her mouth made me thrust forward recklessly, ejaculating with a hiss.
My mother let out a soft "ah," and I didn't know if she had reached orgasm. At that moment, I couldn't help but think of
Aunt Tian, wondering what her and her husband's expressions would be if they knew I was having sex with my mother.

Afterwards, I went to the bathroom to get a towel to help my mother clean up. Halfway through wiping her, I suddenly realized that even if I cleaned her up,
she would definitely know what I had done. It would be better to just leave it as is and confess my actions, and tell
her I didn't regret it! My mother didn't wake up that night. I stayed up all night waiting for her to get me water when she was thirsty.
Around 6 a.m., I got dressed and went out to buy breakfast. Just as I got downstairs, I received a text message. It was from
my mother , saying, "Don't come back yet." I pondered the meaning of those words; she was telling me to leave and not return. Should I
buy breakfast and wait for him to clean up before going back? True to my thick skin, I immediately thought
the I bought breakfast and went straight home.

When I got home, Mom was taking a shower. Good grief. I'd been gone for about 20 minutes. You took a 20-minute
shower? Do you think I'm dirty? (Later I found out Mom had been secretly masturbating.) After showering, Mom
came out naked, and I almost spat out my drink. When she came back dressed for dinner
, Mom's face was expressionless, neither happy nor sad. She didn't cry or
show any . It was as if she knew this day would come and had prepared herself.

From dinner until she left, we didn't say a word. We didn't even look at each other, very tacitly. I
thought to myself, I'm a man, I should take the initiative. Mom came home very early that night, probably because my situation had distracted her
. I secretly bought 21 roses, representing my love and apology, and put them in the
cupboard . After Mom went into the bedroom, I walked in, holding the roses and humming the wedding march. Mom looked at me
calmly , as if she were watching a joke. My enthusiasm instantly froze. I handed her the flowers, but she
didn't even look at them and placed them on the shelf. I sat down, ready to touch Mom. Her words filled me with fear: "Are you
going to rape me again?" I looked at Mom, at a loss for words. This shouldn't be happening. Didn't the things I read online say that
after the first time, the second time would be easier?

⊥ This kind of relationship lasted for two weeks, and I thought my penis was completely healed. I desperately needed
to release my pent-up desire. I had given up my masturbation habit after having sex with Mom. Now I really wanted to find a woman
to release my pent-up desire. I definitely didn't dare touch Mom, so I decided to go to a prostitute that night.
There was Around 10 pm, I sneaked out of the house and went downstairs into a
bathhouse. Being a naive first-timer, I immediately asked if I wanted to find a prostitute.

The girl across from me paused for a moment. "Oh, 50 for one night, 300 for the whole night." I thought she was pretty and had a good
figure . I thought, "Only 50? That's so cheap!" But after we went inside, the girl left. A
woman who was neither attractive nor worthy of the Party's approval came in, and I immediately tensed up. No way… that was exciting enough
, but what happened next sent chills down my spine! I heard my mother's voice outside, "Ah Kun, you come
out here !" I trembled as I went out. My mother's expression told me of her disappointment in me.

Back home, we sat on the sofa, and my mother asked, "How many times?" "The first time wasn't successful…"
I was frustrated… “Huh? How many times do you want to do this?” I didn’t dare answer. “You’re something else, raping me first,
then going to a prostitute! What wouldn’t you do? How old are you?” For some reason, when I heard about raping her,
I didn’t feel the fear I had before, but rather a surge of anger. “I clearly love you, can’t I express my love through actions?
Don’t you feel anything?” I exploded. “!” My mother looked at me without saying a word. Fueled by anger,
I suddenly threw my mother onto the sofa and forcefully pulled down her long skirt. My mother didn’t make a sound,
but just resisted fiercely.

I looked up and saw that the curtains weren’t drawn yet. I forcefully tore a hole in my mother’s underwear, not caring whether
she would run away, but stood up and walked straight to the window. My mother didn’t know what I was going to do, and
thought I was going to jump out of the window, so she also stood up abruptly. “What are you doing?” Huh? Hahaha, I just wanted to draw
the curtains, I didn’t expect my mother to be so concerned about me when she was “raping” me. I gave him a look of
utter turned around, and drew the curtains… Mom was stunned. "You were pulling my clothes off halfway and then ran off to draw the curtains?"

I turned back, grabbed Mom, and pushed her onto the sofa. Mom started resisting violently again, but now I
completely interpreted her resistance as a different kind of provocation. I pushed Mom onto the sofa, making her back to
me, and with a gentle thrust, I was fully inside her. Actually, she was already incredibly wet down there. Although she didn't approve verbally, physically, or
mentally , she was already this wet from just struggling and pushing without any caresses
. Did I need to prove anything? Mom's right hand continued to pound my hips, while her left hand gripped the back of the sofa. She knelt on
the sofa in front of me, her buttocks slightly raised. The moisture from Mom's vagina clung to my penis, making a
squelching , combined with the soft slapping sounds from Mom's right hand, creating a
unique symphony in the living room.

At first, I used a push-and-pull motion, supporting my mother's hips. Later, I pressed my chest against
her back, kneading her breasts with both hands. Because my entire body was focused on
her , she could no longer caress my hips. She held onto the sofa, using her buttocks to press against my
penis, while I thrust in and out in a dog-like position. My mother finally couldn't resist the
stimulation and made soft moaning sounds, though not loud. But with our heads so close, I could hear them clearly, which made me
thrust even more violently. After doing this for a while, it felt incredibly exhausting; both my mother and I
were completely worn out. I patted my mother's buttocks and got up to lie down beside her.

My mother opened her eyes, looked at me sideways, and sat down with her back to me. This filled me
with a sense of accomplishment; my mother was mine. My buttocks were on the edge of the sofa with my legs bent, while Mom
sat directly on my penis with both legs on the ground. The cooling-off period of a few seconds increased my stamina, but
knowing Mom's intentions, I remained completely still. Mom, sitting on my penis, seeing that I hadn't moved for a while
, gently punched my knees below the knees with her hand, turning to stare at me. The lighting in our house was dim, and
seeing the fluorescent glow on Mom's back, and the beads of sweat on her forehead from the earlier stimulation, I almost
couldn't resist thrusting in and out.

Seeing that I still ignored her, Mom, as if in a huff, reached behind her and scratched my stomach, and began to gently
sway . The movements were very slow, each time Mom arched back accompanied by a soft sigh.
She seemed to be enjoying it. This movement made the squelching sound at the junction of our penis and labia even louder. I mischievously lifted Mom's buttocks with my
hand to look at the area where our bodies met; it was glistening with moisture,
like honey under the yellow light. Mom's hand, which was supporting me on my knees, suddenly reached behind her and tried to slap my hand away.

This action was accompanied by a loud "Ah!" from my mother, and I groaned in pleasure as well. My mother was
already exhausted, struggling to support herself with both hands, but now, with one hand brushing away the large hand lifting her buttocks,
my penis plunged into her vagina. This action fascinated me. I reached out with both hands, lifting my mother
's buttocks again. My mother seemed to know what I was about to do and didn't resist, obediently lifting herself up. Then, when I released her
, she would cry out "Ah!"

Perhaps my mother's vagina was too short; this action was too stimulating. After a few thrusts, my mother couldn't take it anymore
and lay top of me, while my hands pressed against her breasts, kneading her two large orbs.
My mother's hands also moved up, helping me find her most comfortable spot. After a while, my mother's body suddenly
stiffened and convulsed. I felt her lower body rhythmically sucking on my penis; the feeling
was incredibly pleasurable, and I could feel the vaginal walls becoming more moist.

My mother had another orgasm! Mom convulsed like that for a while, seemingly exhausted. I felt
incredibly sorry for her. So I pulled my penis out and let her lie on top of me, using my hands to keep
her body from rolling down. Mom turned her head to find my mouth, and I pressed it against hers. We kissed, but Mom didn't
seem very good at kissing; her tongue always felt stiff when it touched mine. Mom pushed my head away with her head
and whispered, "Not going to ejaculate?" "Mom's tired, I can't bear to, it doesn't matter whether I ejaculate or not," I said shamelessly
sweetly.

"Hmph! You stinky thing, trying to say nice things!" Mom stood up. I thought she would go to shower and get dressed,
but instead, she walked forward on the sofa. As she did so, some love juice dripped from her labia onto the sofa. Mom quickly
squatted to wipe it. "Oh dear, this is hard to wipe when it's dry!" As soon as she squatted down, her alluring vulva immediately opened
wide, and I could just see what was inside. After wiping, Mom went to turn off the light. Why turn off the light?
I had already drawn the curtains! Because of the sudden darkness causing temporary blindness, I couldn't see
what .

I only felt someone lying on my lap, and then my penis entered a warm, moist
embrace . The dark environment and the warm, moist touch were completely different from the feeling of a vagina, and there was a little
sprite inside that seemed to be teasing her older brother. My mother was giving me oral sex, and this thought made my blood boil instantly.
A sudden wave of pleasure overwhelmed me, and I ejaculated. I held my mother's head tightly, and she didn't
expect my sudden ejaculation. With the shackles behind her, she was hit squarely by the spray, swallowing most of the semen, leaving only a
small portion in her mouth. I said, "Drink it all, you've already drunk some." This sentence seemed to...
Mom was furious and stood up to put it in my mouth. "Damn it!" I ran away and went to
the bathroom shower.

I heard Mom laughing incoherently because she was shouting something. That night, we
slept like a married couple. I woke up early in the morning, looked at my erect penis, and tried to insert it into Mom's little hole.
Unexpectedly, Mom kicked me off the bed. "Get out! Do you know this is incest? How many more times do you want to do
this?" My God, yesterday we were like a married couple, taking from each other, and you seemed even more intense than me.
This morning you turned your back on me? Are you a devil or a mischievous scorpion spirit? I roared to the sky!

That night, I was playing on the computer in my room when Mom knocked on the door and came in. "What do you want? You don't need
to knock We're husband and wife, there are no secrets between us. And just say what you want, I'm playing a game, I don't have time to chat with you." I
replied without turning my head. "Oh." Mom didn't seem angry when she heard what I said, so I turned around curiously. "
What's wrong? You seem troubled." Mom seemed a little hesitant, opening her mouth twice but saying nothing. "What's wrong
? We're an old married couple." I was a little shameless; we'd only done it twice, and she called us an old married couple? "Get out of here
! Here!"

*Thump*, she threw a box on my table. I was playing a game and didn't have time to see what it was. Seeing that I ignored
her, she angrily hit me on the head. I pretended to cry out, "Ouch...it hurts so much!" Mom walked away
speechlessly . When I turned my gaze to the table, I couldn't play the game anymore. A box of condoms
lay there quietly. It said, "Durex Love." Staring at the box of condoms, my eyes widened. I gently picked it
up . My mind immediately conjured up images of Mom's private parts. My penis instantly sprang to attention. I hurriedly opened the package

, grabbed one, and rushed into Mom's bedroom. Mom was lying on the bed playing cards on her phone. Seeing me
holding a condom, she just stared at me without saying a word. My mom always manages to keep me in check. She just stares at me like that, and
I'm completely flustered. My initial urge to come in and have a three-hundred-round battle with her vanished. The awkward
situation was briefly salvaged by a line from a mobile game: "Hurry up, I'm getting impatient!" "Pfft!"
We both laughed.

"Alright, better to be clever than polite." I was about to mount her when, just as I reached the bedside, Mom kicked me again. The same routine as
this morning . "Oh my god, I can't control you anymore!" I threw my condom on the bed
and started a battle for control. Of course, Mom's resistance was always symbolic. I
used my right hand to hold her hands down, making her lie face down on the bed. Now I only had my left hand left, but
how could I carry my condom with just one hand? Mother and son seem to have a telepathic connection; knowing I was facing a problem, he actually started humming
a little tune? There was no other way, so I used my teeth to bite open the condom, and after a flurry

of activity, I finally managed to put it on. At this point, Mom was lying face down on the bed with her legs together, her
hands position made it impossible for me to move
an inch. After finally inserting it all the way in, I dared not move. The lubricant on the condom wasn't enough. Mom's vagina
hadn't , and sudden thrusting would definitely make her uncomfortable. So I released Mom's hands, got up, and
straddled her buttocks.

This position was exactly like riding a motorcycle. Mom's hands, now free, started causing trouble. Because I was straddling
her, my upper body was upright, and my legs were right next to Mom's hands, so she kept pinching them hard.

It hurt so much! She really didn't hold back! I used my ultimate move. I looked back for Mom's little feet, found them, and
gently pinched them. She immediately went limp, and her pinching grip on my hands weakened. She buried her head in the pillow and just lay there pretending
to be dead. After a gentle caress, I felt her vagina overflowing with love juices. Having received my permission, I naturally began
to act . The tightness made me ejaculate after only a short while of thrusting. My mother softly said, "Throw away the condom, it's
uncomfortable." Haha. Hearing this, I knew my mother was gone, and my wife was back.

Life had to go on, and my mother and I continued our simple life. We made love once or
twice than that, and my mother wouldn't allow it. And each time, she would resist a little, then cooperate perfectly with me.
I don't know why, but I couldn't live without my mother's little resistance; it always added to our pleasure, giving me a
unique feeling.

My mother didn't moan much, which frustrated me. I so wanted her to scream "Ah ah!" under my crotch,
but no matter what tricks I used, no matter how vigorously I thrust, she only made soft, nasal hums.
If it weren't for the first time, when I was drunk and genuinely felt something, I wouldn't even know her sensitive spots were on her feet.

I learned that my uncle was coming back today and arranged a game. This game was
a game . That night, I secretly put sleeping pills in my uncle's water glass (he needs to drink water with his meals).
At 11 p.m., I opened their bedroom door, and my mother was startled. She turned around and glared at me angrily. I
smiled easily, "Mom, I gave him sleeping pills, hehe." "Ah? You, are you trying to kill me?" My mother
softened a little after hearing that. "Mom, I don't want him to have sex with you anymore. Wouldn't it be better if you got a divorce?" I pleaded.
"Hey, you don't have to do this. Actually, your uncle had a tumor in his testicle last year and had it removed." "What?" This
was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for me. It turned out that the two of them hadn't gone on a honeymoon for a month last year, but had secretly
gone to have him operated on.

"Then why don't you divorce him? He can't satisfy you anymore, I don't want to share you with him," I
said hastily. "Sometimes marriage isn't what you think, about two people loving each other." Suddenly, Mom became alluring.
"It's a good thing I didn't divorce him. You're my nemesis, aren't you? Perfect cover for me!
Why do you think I made you use a condom? It's because I was afraid of getting pregnant! If he were healthy, what difference
would it make " I chuckled inwardly. Mom was indeed open-minded. That's right, that's right. My
gaze towards Mom became fiery. "Mom, he's asleep, let's be gentle, shall we?" This time, Mom was completely
uninhibited, offering no resistance, gently lifting her blanket. "Come in." I felt like I'd received a royal decree, took off
my underwear, and climbed in.

Mom touched my penis and gently kissed my lips. This was the first time Mom had been so proactive with me, and I was
a little overwhelmed. I didn't know what to do next. Seeing my reaction, Mom giggled.
"Come on." I chuckled. Mom rolled over, pulled her panties down halfway, and wiggled her hips to signal me to
come in . I touched her, and wow, she was overflowing. With a thrust, I found my little nest.

Uncle was asleep next to me; even though I'd taken sleeping pills, I didn't dare move too much. Soon I realized
it was too hot, I was covered in sweat. I had Mom lie down on the edge of the bed, and I lifted my legs into the same
position as the first time I drugged her, but this time was different. The two different sensations made me feel very proud. I whispered in Mom's ear,
"Mom, you know, the first time I made love with you, it was this position. You were sleeping so soundly, letting me do whatever I
wanted ."

"Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm. What woman can sleep when someone's inside her? Actually, I
woke up halfway through... mmm, mmm..." Ah! It turned out Mom was awake at the time. Knowing this, my penis got even harder. I
asked, "So you let me penetrate you on purpose? You're so lewd! Was it good the first time?" I also learned
that if Mom spoke, she couldn't help but moan. "Um, um, I don't know.
Ah. Ah. Gently." I deliberately thrust harder when Mom spoke, and sure enough, it was so. These two pieces of information amplified my
lust. I felt a surge of contempt looking at my uncle sleeping next to me. I suddenly picked up Mom and made her stand
next to my uncle.

"What are you doing?" "Mom, you stand on top of him. He took the medicine and won't wake up." Mom resisted a little,
but she couldn't resist my insistence and did as I said. She stood on my uncle's waist, bent over, and held onto the headboard with both hands. I
stood behind her, holding her waist and thrusting hard. It made a squelching sound. After a few dozen thrusts, I
couldn't hold back anymore hugged Mom's waist and thrust hard against his buttocks, and ejaculated. "Oh no, we didn't use a condom!" Mom panicked
. Haha, I forgot! I was so focused on my uncle that I forgot to bring a condom, and I guess my mom did too. But it was so
good! It was the best I've ever had inside her in the limited number of times I've had sex. And there was someone else watching.

The next day, my mom was going to the mall to buy clothes, but my uncle said he was tired and wanted to rest, so I had to go with her
. I didn't have a driver's license yet, so I had to take the bus (taxis are incredibly hard
to find here). Actually, I took the bus intentionally because I read online that having sex on a bus is
amazing, and I wanted to try it too. But when I actually had the chance, I realized it was completely impossible. Even though it was crowded
, it was impossible to have sex on the bus. Anyone sitting down would see,
and the smell of vaginal fluid would be hard to dissipate. So, I just rubbed against my mom on the bus, making
her face flush.

People probably thought we were in a relationship. Today, my mom was wearing black stockings and a business suit.
She looked like a young white-collar worker, very alluring. I dressed more maturely; we both planned to make
people think we were a couple, not mother and son. Entering the mall, the word "glorious" wouldn't be an exaggeration; an ordinary person
walking inside would definitely feel ashamed. It was almost noon, and the mall was already crowded. My mother saw
a pair of pants she liked and wanted to try them on. At that moment, she said to me, "Honey, come in and help me with my clothes;
it's hard for me to take them off." Of course, I knew what my mother was up to.

I followed her in amidst the surprised looks of the sales clerks. Because of the large flow of people, the clerks went to attend to other customers after seeing us
changing . As soon as my mother came in, she prepared to take off her skirt, and I immediately stopped her. "Don't take it off,"
I said, putting on a
condom

was about to mount her. "What are you doing!" "You let me in, didn't you?" "I asked you to help me with my clothes, okay?"
"Then call me 'honey,' it's making me itchy." My mother had no answer, so she could only lean against the door and stick her butt out. I snorted coldly
! From slow thrusting to intense response, the crowd outside surged like a tide. It gave me immense mental and emotional
satisfaction.

During this time, people kept knocking on the door asking if anyone was home. My mother couldn't make a sound; if she spoke, she would
moan . So I had to answer. The customers outside were puzzled—why was there a man in the women's dressing room?

Inside, my mother and I were having a wild, passionate encounter. My 169cm tall mother had very long, beautiful legs, and she wore
black stockings that I couldn't resist touching. I thrust and groped her beautiful legs. But my mother had so much lubrication
that it soaked into her stockings, so I had to take them off.

I threw the stockings aside and held one of my mother's legs, sucking and licking her calf while gently stirring.
At this point, one of my mother's legs was supported by me, and the other was upright. Because of the overflowing lubrication, there were
already , one of which was even dried, with the fluid running down to her heels.
After a frenzied assault, my mother came out with her clothes, and seeing the salesperson's ambiguous expression,
my mother and I lowered our heads, paid, and ran away. "Oh, how embarrassing! They must know we were having sex in the changing room."
"Yeah, but they definitely don't know it was your son and mom having sex in the changing room," I laughed. Mom punched me
angrily .

Back home, my uncle was sitting on the sofa watching TV, right where Mom and I had been having sex.
I gave Mom a suggestive look, and she gave me a sideways glance, her eyes overflowing with affection. "I'm going to play some cards," Mom
yelled , because the computer was basically my personal property, and Mom could only use it if she got there first. I
was bored sitting in the room and remembered a thrilling scene. I

sneaked into the study and walked up behind Mom. "Mom, stand up," I whispered. "
What are you doing ?" The mother and son acted like thieves. "Take your pants off, hurry up." "Ah, are you trying to get yourself killed? Your uncle is outside
, and we just did it once today! It's not good for your health." "It's okay, Mom, I've put on a condom,
look."

Mom turned around. " Yeah, the veins on my penis are bulging, and the condom is gleaming.
" "Hey, nonsense!" Mom stood up, pulled down her pants, and turned up the volume on the music for her card game, "Landlord."

"You play yours, I'll play mine," I said lewdly in a low voice. "You little rascal." Mom
started playing, and while she played Landlord, I watched and thrust into her from behind. I
thrust quickly every time she played a card, because the music from the computer masked her moans. She played only a few rounds before I
ejaculated, probably because it was too exciting. My uncle said from the living room, "Keep it down, the upstairs neighbors are coming down to find you
." Mom and I exchanged a smile and turned off the stereo.

A few days later, my driver's license arrived in the mail. I'd been practicing driving at home for the past few days, so I hadn't had much time
to make love . That evening, my mom
didn't come home until late after playing mahjong, and I volunteered to drive her to pick her up. After two days of practice, I wasn't too rusty anymore. When I arrived at the building where my mom was playing mahjong, it was already past 10 pm
. After waiting for a while, I saw my mom coming down with two elderly women.
Although my mom looked so out of place with them; she was so young and charming. The aunt next to me saw me waiting downstairs
and joked, "No wonder you look so young; having such a good son saves you so much worry." I thought to myself, "
You'd be radiant if your son fucked you every night. "

After exchanging a few pleasantries, I took my mom home. Actually, my mom didn't trust my driving skills and
held onto . I found it amusing and deliberately slammed on the brakes, making her face turn pale with fright.

"Are you kidding me? Be careful." I said casually. "Mom, it's been several days." "What do you mean
several days ?" Mom asked, puzzled. "It's been several days since we made love, I've been thinking about it." "You little rascal,
did you use a condom?" Mom rolled her eyes at me. "Yes, hehe," I said smugly. "Let's find a hotel." "What hotel? There
's a grove of trees over there." "Are you a savage? Doing it in the woods?" Mom scolded me. By then we had driven
to the vicinity of the grove. We parked the car, and I couldn't wait to kiss Mom. She responded.

I touched her favorite spot with my hand, and then my little hand slipped through my pants and reached inside. Although I
've been making love with Mom for almost a year, I still get very aroused every time we're about to have sex. I pulled the seat back and pulled
Mom close, taking out my penis. "Where's the condom? Put it on." I took it out of my pocket and gave it to her. She
glanced at me, then put the condom to her mouth and put it on for me with her mouth. Ah, so comfortable. I
thought Mom would lick me a little, but she just gave my glans a light kiss and sat down. When
we saw our car from outside, it was definitely swaying because Mom was moving up and down so much. She'd
probably missed me so much these past few days; her movements were exaggerated, and I enjoyed it, lying on the seat.

Her labia, wet with her juices, dripped down as she moved. Soon, my lower abdomen was
soaked. Mom was definitely the wettest; every time we made love, the sheets were soaked, and both of our
legs were covered in her fluids. Because of the vigorous movements and the cramped car, the condom
slipped off quickly, revealing it was full of her fluids. Mom panicked, wondering what to do. Halfway through, seeing Mom's hesitation, I
didn't hesitate. I took off the condom and thrust upwards, hitting her clitoris squarely. Mom thought about it
and didn't care anymore. The squelching sounds of her fluids filled the car, carrying a slightly fishy smell.
Wearing a condom and not wearing one really felt different; the feeling of skin-to-skin contact with my mother was undoubtedly the most pleasurable. I opened
the car door and immediately penetrated my mother, walking into the woods. I laid her on a large rock; it was very
dark in the woods at that time. I could only see a blurry shadow through the moonlight, which made the tactile stimulation even more intense.
For some reason, my mother also groaned loudly this time. Every time I pulled out, she would let out a whoosh, and when I thrust in, she
would let out a loud "hmm."

My mother lay on the rock like that, and I gripped her shoulders with my hands so that I could exert
full . This was undoubtedly the most uninhibited my mother had ever been; her groans echoed throughout
the woods, and when cars passed by on the roadside, she would let out soft "hmm"s. I ejaculated all my semen
into my mother's body, and she said seductively, "Husband, I want more, want to do it again?" This was the second time my mother
had called me "husband," and I was extremely excited, my penis erect and pointing at her. Because of the excellent lubrication from my mother's vaginal fluid
, I suddenly wanted to have anal sex with her. I gently poked her anus with my finger, and she shyly
flinched.

I asked, "Is this okay, Mom?" "It's dirty, let's do it later. After we clean it up," my mother pleaded, as if begging
her lover . "Just today, I'm not afraid, Mom's clean," I said, using my hand
to draw out the semen and vaginal fluid from her body. They flowed automatically onto her anus, but she still seemed unwilling, dodging left and right.
I gently stroked her small feet with one hand and brought them to my mouth with the other, sucking on them. I pushed my lower body forward little
by little , and my mother seemed to groan in pain. When it was fully inside, she
cried out loudly, "Ahhh," seemingly both in pain and pleasure. But I felt something else entirely. My mother's rectum
enveloped me very tightly, and every time she convulsed in pain, I felt an urge to ejaculate. My mother's
vagina was quite short, so my penis couldn't be fully inserted.

But inserting it into my mother's anus led to a new discovery. The feeling of it being fully inserted, and the
wriggling sensation—it was a whole new world!

[The End]

I've been on this forum for two years, and this is the first time I've sat on the first comment... A very good article... Some parts are true. Did the male protagonist really have his life completely changed after getting a circumcision? Is the world infinitely vast after circumcision, the universe boundless? Haha
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But the author's writing is good, very erotic, I'll support them.
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A pretty good erotic story, the author's writing skills are also quite good. This kind of article actually needs originality, otherwise it will fall into cliché. Keep it up, author! Why did the condom fall down? Is the penis a little small?
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The details are very well written, giving the reader the illusion that it really happened. Thank you for sharing such a good article. This is one of the better incest novels I've read! Some of the plots feel quite realistic! I like this kind of strong, independent mother; it's very realistic, unlike the kind where a son rapes his mother once and then immediately changes the relationship.
Even if the mother here is slept with by her son for the first time, she still retains her strong, independent nature—that's human nature, isn't it? As a seasoned reader who has frequented the adult fiction scene for many years, having read far too many erotic novels, ordinary stories no longer satisfy my insatiable appetite; I'm practically numb to them, and many plots are commonplace. What I find most appealing about erotic fiction is its challenge to morality and its breaking of taboos. If the mother is too promiscuous, actively seducing her son, it feels very fake to me, like sleeping with a prostitute—it doesn't feel exciting. These are just my opinions, for reference only. If you disagree, just ignore what I'm saying.

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