Unable to give up the pleasure of the phantom mother (Chapters 1-3)

(Chapter 1: The Spark)
Author: senlongmm2 First published
on September 9, 2012
: sexinsex

I don't have the delicate writing style of the author of "Memoirs of a Mother's Love," nor
the sentimental dialogue of "The Mother-Son Breakthrough After the New Year." My "experience" is just a story, dear readers
. Just read it and don't worry about its authenticity.

Prologue: I know it's wrong, but once I've tasted that feeling, I can never give it up
.

Chapter 1: The Ignition

? I believe that many people's interest in their mothers mostly stems from pornography
and erotic literature. I generally don't believe that anyone would want to have sex with their mother from elementary school.
The reason for such an interest is not only influenced by external factors, but also by sex education, leading to sexual
fantasies . In mild cases, it's imagining masturbating to the mother's naked body; in severe cases, it's trying every means to commit incest with the mother.

"And I am the latter, alas... I am truly a beast."

Enough of the small talk, let's get straight to the point. But sharing my experiences is one thing, but I still need to give some basic information.
I live in a busy city, in an old neighborhood. Most of my neighbors rarely talk to each other. After all, we are city dwellers, going
to work and coming home , each living our own lives. At that time, I was a senior in high school, facing the school's skills test, plus the university entrance exam
. I was extremely busy. My way of relieving stress was masturbation.

It's shameful to admit, but at that time, moderate masturbation did relax my tense nerves a little. It was also at
that time that I became obsessed with erotic articles. Basically, I am a person with a rich imagination.
I indulged in the erotic pleasure of erotic articles. I imagined myself as a god, "having sex with all the beauties in the world and ejaculating into the bodies of mature women." In my imagined world
, I reigned supreme. Unfortunately, after ejaculation, everything returned to the reality of being a poor student.

While my father was ranting and rave on political talk shows every night, I was still studying diligently in my study. One night, when I was studying until
midnight , I felt my bladder was about to burst, so I went to the toilet to pee. I thought no one would be around at night, so
I didn't even turn on the toilet light. After I finished peeing, I opened the door and was startled by the person outside. I cursed, "
Damn it!"

"My mother doesn't turn on the light when she goes to the bathroom, is she trying to scare me to death?"

I turned on the small light, and the soft orange glow slowly spread in the dim bathroom.
My mother stood in the doorway, her
long,
wavy hair curly and sticking out, half-covering her face. She wore a loose nightgown and only a pair of briefs on her lower body. Her shapely thighs were visible. My eyes were fixed on my mother's private parts, the slightly raised triangle, while my mind was filled with all sorts of perverted scenarios.

"Remember to turn on the light next time, and go to sleep," my mother said softly, sounding very apologetic.

I deliberately slowed my movements, passing by my mother's side. We each stood at the doorway, so we both had to
turn sideways. My mother had her back to me, and I looked at her fleshy buttocks from behind. Her underwear
looked tight against her round, full hips. I moved like a crab, and my penis was already so erect that it was pushing against her underwear. I thought of the "buttock-pressing" scenes in some erotic novels.
Does such a thing really exist? However, reason prevailed over my inner demons. At that moment, I only felt my face burning, and
I hurriedly went back to my room. I masturbated then, imagining how my mother
would When I regretted not rubbing against her, I had already masturbated and ejaculated. Exhausted and sleepy,
with the image of my encounter with my mother in the bathroom still lingering in my mind, I fell into a deep sleep.

Admittedly, what happened that night shocked me greatly. I had never had a girlfriend, so this was the first
time I had ever seen a woman naked. Although I felt guilty several times, I just masturbated with
the thought, "It's just imagination, nothing will happen." From that time on, my mother became the object of my masturbation.

After reading articles and watching videos about incest between mothers and sons, I realized that many things are impossible
, but they also sparked my imagination. Observing my mother's life made me pay more and more attention to her every move.
My mother usually had to work, my father would get up early, and I also had to go to class. The only time I could spy on my mother
was in the middle of the night.

I would hide in my room pretending to read, but actually waiting for my mother to get up to use the toilet. After she
finished urinating, I would pretend to urinate for a moment before going in myself, just to masturbate while watching her body. My mother
was about 165 cm tall and thin. Perhaps because she was a volleyball player in her student days, her thighs and calves were very
strong proportioned. The most important thing was her beautiful, fleshy buttocks.

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