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"Children of poor families mature early and become independent early." "The environment at home and the monotonous life taught me how to
find the true meaning of love!" That was a long time ago; I can only vaguely recall its existence.
Is the vague the most beautiful? Perhaps not! But it is certainly the most unforgettable!

In my memory, I have a deep affection for my mother, but it was simply the pure affection of a son for
his mother My parents only had one son, and because my family was poor when I was young, the three of us
lived in a house of less than 40 square meters. Perhaps it's natural for mothers and sons to have a stronger bond, so
compared to my mother, my father was much less affectionate towards me.

My mother married my penniless father at the age of 19. It is said that although my father was poor at the time, he treated
my mother very well. From the year I was born until now, at 19, the family's circumstances haven't improved much.
However, since I was six or seven years old, my father has been addicted to drinking, and for over ten years, he has been a heavy drinker, neglecting my mother... My father's affection for me
waned day by day, but the biggest harm was the physical damage caused by his drinking and
the direct impact on his relationship with my mother, something I only learned later.

My mother's name is Lin Min. She's not tall, but she has a great figure and regular features. Most importantly, she has great
skin beautiful. Although she's 34 years old now, her skin hasn't aged at all;
she exudes femininity.

My father gets drunk every day and usually yells at us. If he's not happy, he'll
shout at my mother and me. I always hate my father the most at these times. My mother, on the other hand, would
hold me tightly or silently tidy up the housework and then calm my drunken father down. While I was sleeping, my mother would sit beside me at the dinner
table , studying. Watching me read and write, I felt a deep respect and love for her, and
secretly vowed to study hard so that she could have a better life someday. These things happened
when .

The most memorable event, and the one that changed my feelings for my mother, happened in

the winter of my thirteenth year. Because my family was poor, I had always slept in the same bed as my parents. From the age of seven or eight, when
I vaguely understood matters between men and women, I often sensed my parents doing *that* while sleeping,
but I wouldn't deliberately listen or observe. I believed that as a son, I should avoid what my parents did! But I
often felt... I felt the bed shaking when I woke up. Hearing that sound so often naturally aroused that desire,
but at the time my mindset was absolutely normal, and I would never have thought of having that kind of desire for my mother... But
one winter night, I was woken up again by that familiar shaking of the bed. I quietly opened my eyes.
It was pitch black all around. I felt my father pressing down on my mother, moving up and down, and occasionally making panting sounds.
My mother said softly, "Be quiet, don't wake A-Ping."

My father didn't seem to say anything, and continued to move. Then I heard my mother make an unintentional "
humming " sound, but after a while, the movement and sound stopped. After a while, I only heard my mother sobbing and saying,
"Are you unable to perform again? If this is the case, you should drink less alcohol in the future, okay? It's good for your health." My father
still didn't speak. He seemed to sigh and rolled off my mother. After a while, he fell
asleep, snoring.

I hid under the covers, pretending to be asleep. It had been a long time, but I could sense that my mother was still awake. She was lying
between my father and me, and it seemed like her hands were trembling on her body. A few minutes later,
I suddenly felt a hand touch my leg. I froze, thinking, "Could it be Mom?" I
didn't know what to do. I could only continue pretending to be asleep. The hand lingered on my body for a while, then began to
move downwards. Although I had been awakened by my parents' actions, my penis was still limp. The hand
stroked my stomach for a while. I could feel that it was my mother's hand; it was soft. I knew my father's hands weren't as
delicate .

The moment her fingertips touched my penis, I shuddered. I felt a
jolt of electricity run through my body. The worst part was that I had to pretend to be asleep. My mother's hand gripped my
penis , slowly stroking it. I couldn't hold back any longer; my penis was getting hard again.
My mother probably hadn't expected my penis to be so big when erect. She just stood there, holding it still. I was anxiously
waiting her to stop. Sure enough, after a while, she started again,
and I could clearly feel her stroking herself. After a couple of minutes, she sped up. I felt
like my lower body was on fire, my glans went numb, and a thick stream of semen sprayed into my underwear. At the time, I didn't
know why my mother was doing this. Later, I learned that my father
couldn't finish when she was close to orgasm. This was the most painful moment for her, so she unconsciously reached for me, and as she sped up,
she also masturbated to orgasm. I pretended not to wake up then and fell asleep after a while.

I slept very soundly that night. When I woke up the next day, both my parents were already up. I
pretended not to know anything, took a shower, changed my pants, and secretly observed my mother while eating breakfast. I noticed that her
complexion was particularly rosy, and she looked even more alluring. However, when she looked at me, her eyes seemed to
avoid mine —perhaps she felt guilty! My feelings for my mother began to change slightly. I took every opportunity
to get closer to her, and I found myself slowly falling in love with her—a feeling I had only ever had for female
classmates .

For the next two months, life continued as usual. Every two or three days, when my parents were doing "that,"
I would also experience orgasm. But whether they knew or not, neither of us said anything. But this happy time didn't last
long. I don't know if my dad sensed something or if he thought I was almost 14 and should sleep separately, but he
found a corner next to our bed and squeezed in a little space to set up a bed for me... From then on, I could only listen to the familiar
swaying of that bed and suffer from insomnia time and time again... Meanwhile, my love for my mom grew stronger every day... I endured this for four years,
and I turned 18. One summer night, my mom and I were waiting for my dad to have dinner, but he didn't come. Just
when we were about to go to bed, one of his friends said that my dad had drunk too much and wouldn't be coming back. My mom locked the door, and we
each went to bed in our own beds.

Lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep, not just because of the heat, but I think my mother felt the same way. I heard
her tossing and turning several times. Finally, I decided to be bold and whispered, "Mom, I can't
sleep . Can I sleep in your bed?"

"Silly boy, what 18-year-old boy still sleeps with his mother?"

"No, I haven't slept with Mom in a long time. I want to sleep with Mom tonight!" Without waiting for
my mother's approval, I jumped into her bed.

My mother smiled gently and helplessly, "Okay, Ping'er, go to sleep early!" She pulled the thin blanket covering
herself and placed it across my stomach, patting me to let me sleep.

Lying next to my mother, the moonlight from the window dimly shone on us. My mother was only wearing summer
pajamas , and the hazy light couldn't hide her slender yet full figure and
the fragrance that kept wafting into my nose. But I didn't dare to do anything to my mother, even though she was lying right next to me. I could only
close my eyes and imagine myself falling asleep.

I persisted like this for about half an hour. Maybe my mother thought I had fallen asleep, because she turned over
and hugged me, gently stroking my body with both hands. I could feel that she was very emotional and involved. She treated me
completely as another man, not her son. When my mother's hand touched my penis again, I
was already fully erect. She probably sensed something and stopped abruptly, but I couldn't suppress
the desire in my chest. I mustered up my courage, turned around and hugged my mother tightly, then rolled over and pressed myself against her
. I was extremely excited and leaned down to kiss my mother's lips.

Mom was momentarily stunned by the sudden turn of events, but quickly realized what was happening. She pushed me off her and
said, "Ping'er, what are you doing?"

"Mom, I love you, I really love you."

"Silly boy, Mom loves you too, but you can't do this. I'm your mother!"

"No, Mom, I've loved you ever since you touched me four years ago. I dreamed of loving you like Dad did
someday ."

"You...you...know all that? But...but..."

"Mom, I know, I know Dad hasn't been good to you, so I want to be a man and
love you properly, Mom..."

Mom suddenly cried. Seeing her cry, I quickly said, "Mom, don't cry, it's Ping'er's fault, Ping'er
shouldn't have done this to Mom..."

Mom said, "No, Ping'er, you're 17 now, a sensible young man. Mom believes you.
Listen to what I'm about to tell you, your father's health is very bad from drinking. Every time we do 'that,' he can only do it a few times. Mom...
unintentionally ... once I held you... but... but I felt very satisfied, and then I couldn't control myself. Can you forgive Mom
?"

I didn't expect Mom to say this, and quickly said, "Of course, Mom, I really love you so much. From now on, let me treat you
properly ..."

"But, but we're mother and son, how can you do this?"

"Mom, don't take this so seriously. As long as you're happy and know your son loves you deeply, that's
enough!" I said, then kissed my mother again. This time, she didn't resist, letting me press my lips to hers
. I gently sucked on her lips, tentatively slipping my tongue inside, but she wouldn't open her
jaw. I thought only arousing her desire could suppress her reason, so I hugged her even tighter, roughly slipping
my hand inside her pajamas. To my surprise, she reacted.

I realized I couldn't be so restrained; I should be more forceful. She might easily forget we were
mother and son , and it would be easier to arouse her. Without a word, I ripped off her pajamas. Now, she
was lying beneath me wearing only underwear and a bra.

"No…no…Ping'er, don't…don't do this…"

My mother's resistance was futile; I had already ripped off her bra and thrown it on the ground… In the moonlight,
my mother's breasts looked especially delicate, slightly sagging, yet still full and white. I suppressed
my inner urges, barely daring to breathe. I pressed my face against my mother's breasts, inhaling
the unique fragrance of a mature woman. I took her nipple into my mouth, first teasing it with the tip of my tongue, slowly feeling it harden. I kneaded her
other breast in my hand. "Oh…" That feeling was truly wonderful… Then I pressed
my lips against my mother's. This time, she closed her eyes. I pressed myself against her, our lips touching, and we remained like that, quietly
… We were locked in a standoff when Mom suddenly took a deep breath and stuck her tongue into my mouth. I felt a slippery
, sweet taste enter, and I quickly brought my tongue in as well. But when my tongue touched hers,
she pulled it back, which only fueled my excitement. I pushed my tongue even deeper into her mouth and
finally touched hers. It was sweet, and we sucked on it sweetly, our tongues intertwined
... Suddenly, Mom gently bit my tongue. I realized I had to do something, so I reached down to
her panties and placed my palm on her private parts. Even through the panties, I could feel
the softness ... The area was prominently bulging, and I started searching for the spot with my fingers (but I'd never been with a woman before),
but I couldn't find any opening. I just felt that her panties were wet… My mother wrapped her arms around my
neck and pulled my head to her lips. I'll never forget the loving look in her eyes and her
flushed cheeks. She whispered in my ear, "Take it off…" I pulled on my mother's panties, and she
lifted her buttocks slightly. I stepped on her panties and pulled them down… I pressed myself against my naked mother, my
penis already hard and throbbing, with a warm sensation. But I didn't know where to begin, and fumbled around…
Mom started groping around, her fingers searching for the spot where I was born, but something
felt off. It seemed her legs were deliberately teasing me, not fully spread. I tried to force
them apart, and seeing my anxious look, she suddenly burst out laughing. She pushed me off her, and
I panicked, thinking she was changing her mind… Mom sat up, her beautiful breasts
clearly visible in the sunlight. Suddenly, she reached out and touched my penis, which was already bulging out of my underwear.
Her hand gently pressed against it outside my underwear, and I felt it throbbing. Perhaps Mom…
I never imagined my penis would be so big when it was hard. She put her hand inside my underwear, and when my mother's hand
clearly touched my penis, I closed my eyes. I really couldn't imagine it or look. I was actually with
my mother... her, her hand... "Oh..." My mother's hand grasped my penis and gently
stroked I couldn't take it anymore; I immediately felt like I was going to ejaculate... "Oh... Mom... um..."

"Ping'er, I... do we really have to take this step?" My mother suddenly stopped what she was
doing.

"Mom... no, Xiaomin, don't think about it anymore, come on..."

"Ping'er, but... won't you regret it? We are mother and son after all, and there's also Dad..."

"Xiaomin, let's not worry about this now, okay? I'll treat you well from now on. Think about
what happened between you and Dad, think about the future..."

Perhaps this trick worked. Mom suddenly stopped talking. She suddenly seemed like a different person. She gently
pushed me down onto the bed. I lay flat on the bed, and Mom sat between my legs and started to take off my underwear. When
my underwear was completely pulled off, my penis stood straight up. Mom reached over and grabbed it,
squeezing it occasionally. My glans was engorged and shiny. Mom stared at my glans, then lowered her head and took it into her
mouth . When my glans was enveloped by Mom's lips, the feeling was indescribable. The excitement
quickly spread throughout my body... What followed made my whole body tremble. Mom gently stroked the glans and the crown of my penis with the tip of her tongue,
circling it again and again, then took it all into her mouth and started to tease it. I could clearly feel the glans touching my
throat ... I stretched my legs out from time to time to express my pleasure, but the pleasure came in waves.

My mother gently licked the tip of my penis with the tip of her tongue, then lightly rubbed it with her teeth…
I touched my mother's breasts and murmured incoherently, “Mom… Xiaomin, I… I can’t take it anymore
… Hurry, I want… I want it inside…” Perhaps my mother knew I was about to ejaculate if this continued,
so she stopped licking and brought her mouth to mine. I
sucked …

I was still lying flat, and I saw my mother straddle me, holding my penis with both hands, and
slowly sitting down in front of her vagina. I felt the head of my penis first in a tight, narrow, wet opening, then
my mother’s whole buttocks sank down, and my entire penis went in. I heard my mother let out a happy moan. She
closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and felt an unprecedented level of satisfaction in her lower body. My son’s thick penis was fully
inserted my mother’s vagina, and the shiny glans reached all the way to the very back of her vagina… Perhaps my mother wanted to
experience that again… The sensation of penetration... she actually lifted her entire buttocks, and I felt a sudden emptiness. No, I
placed my hands on my mother's slender, delicate shoulders, trying to press her down, but she had already straightened my penis and positioned it
against her vagina before sitting down. This time, it was much smoother than before... My mother sat on me,
her buttocks rising and falling repeatedly, the room filled with the beautiful "splish splash" sounds of intercourse. Lying beneath my mother,
I was so overwhelmed by the pleasure that I almost cried. I wanted to see my mother's eyes, to see her expression,
but she still had her eyes closed, her face contorted with pleasure. I couldn't bear to call out to her,
but I couldn't take it anymore, I was about to ejaculate... I felt my thighs and the bed completely soaked. Then I felt
my mother 's vagina contract, she slowed her movements, her hips grinding deeply left and right. I thought she might have reached
that pleasurable orgasm. I whispered, "Mom... I... I'm so happy, I'm going to cum..."
Mom placed her hands on my chest, her fingers gently playing with my nipples, her eyes looking at me affectionately. She then
lifted her buttocks a few times. I stared at Mom, reached out and squeezed her breasts, thinking about everything between us.
A surge of heat rushed from my feet to my whole body, my buttocks tingled, my penis throbbed, and my glans felt numb and
itchy. The semen I had held back for seventeen years finally shot into Mom's vagina in waves... In the past, children from poor rural families usually slept with adults until they were twelve or thirteen, and even those from better-off families would stay with their mothers until they were eight or nine. Of course, conditions are much better now... Dad drank... Alcohol caused sexual dysfunction, and I gradually became unable to satisfy my mother's increasingly strong libido. So, she slowly transferred her affections to the two men she loved most. When she slept naked between them and her desires remained unfulfilled, she would seek satisfaction herself… This was instinct driven by desire overriding reason… At that time, I was young, I was afraid… and still ignorant about matters of the heart, so I could tolerate my mother's touch… Four years later, I turned eighteen, an adult, and felt it necessary to give my mother sexual happiness, and at the same time, I needed to release my own… So, I went to my mother's bed… and the semen I had endured for seventeen years shot into my mother's vagina in waves… Thank you for sharing, OP!

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