【Meiqing, my mother, and also my lover】1

"First Chapter" Meiqing, my mother, and also my lover

"Chengcheng, get up, you'll be late for school!" A soft, gentle voice called in my sleep.

"Just a little longer, just five more minutes." Summer mornings are the best time to sleep.

The room , is so hot at night. It's a little cooler in the morning, so I have to get up again. "No, I already gave you five minutes.

You'll be late, hurry up." My mother said, pulling off the thin blanket covering me. "Ouch."

A , and I woke up instantly. Oh no, I masturbated twice last night and fell asleep because I was too tired. I didn't put

my shorts back on and slept naked until dawn. My mother rarely pulls off my blankets, but she must be in a hurry today. "Mom,

go out , I'll get up." I pulled the blanket back on, but even though I ejaculated twice last night, my young body

was still erect in the morning. My mother must have seen everything. Fortunately, I wasn't too embarrassed. After all,

she's my mother. A few years ago, she often helped me bathe. But for some reason, her face

looked a little red.

I hurriedly got up, washed up, and went out of my room. There was already porridge, fried dough sticks, and a

large flatbread on the table. I slung my backpack over my shoulder, grabbed the flatbread and fried dough sticks, and rushed towards the door. I

was going . "You child, you're like this every day. Be careful on the way," my mother's voice came from behind.

My mother's name is Meiqing, and she's 36 years old this year. I'm 16 years old this year. Haha, my mother gave birth to me quite early. I

guess it was because of puppy love. My mother works in a factory. In my memory, I don't have the concept of a father. It seems that

my mother only found out she was pregnant after they broke up, but she still insisted on giving birth to me. My family didn't understand,

probably because it would be bad for her reputation. So my mother came to this small town alone. I don't know the specifics,

but my mother has definitely endured a lot of hardship to give birth to me and raise me to this age. Besides attachment, I

also feel gratitude towards my mother. Deep down, she's still my goddess. Every night, I fantasize about her

masturbating ; I've been doing it for a year now. But I keep this deeply buried in my heart. I'm afraid of

disappointing her. To me, she's the most important person in the world, without a doubt. My mother says I

should focus on my studies, so I consistently excel in my studies. Of course, I wouldn't dare say I'm in a relationship,

especially with her.

"Mom, I'm home!" I called out as soon as I entered. "Oh, you do your homework first, Mom's cleaning

," came my reply from the bathroom. We rent a small two-bedroom apartment; the rooms are small,

but Mom keeps it very clean, and there's not much furniture. I started doing my homework in the living room. After a while,

I saw the bathroom door open, and Mom came out. I looked up, and my eyes were immediately drawn to her.

Because of the heat, and because few people come to the house, Mom was wearing very little clothing. She was wearing a long cotton

short-sleeved shirt, about five or six centimeters below her buttocks. She was probably washing clothes or cleaning in the bathroom; there was

a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead, and her face was flushed. My mother isn't tall, maybe only 160 centimeters, but perhaps because she gave birth to me

early, her figure recovered very well. Combined with her naturally fair skin and petite stature, she looked at least ten years younger than her

actual age. Her exposed thighs were white and straight, making my mouth water.

However, when I saw my mother looking at me, I quickly lowered my head and pretended to do my homework, but my mother's sexy image was already deeply

etched in my mind. Looks like I'll be masturbating again tonight.

That day I wasn't feeling well, so I asked the teacher for leave and went home an hour early. When I got home and passed the bathroom

on my way to , I heard my mother moaning inside. Without thinking, I rushed in. A

gasp escaped my lips as I saw my mother standing in the bathroom, completely naked, her firm breasts exposed, a peeled

cucumber inserted between her legs. I stood at the door, dumbfounded; we were both stunned. After a dozen seconds, Mom called out urgently, "

Chengcheng, hurry... hurry out!" Hearing this, I rushed back to my room, lay on the bed staring at

the ceiling, my mind filled with images of Mom's mature and alluring body. Involuntarily, I pulled out my penis and started masturbating, quickly

reaching orgasm. A few hours later, there was a soft knock on the door. Mom said softly, "Chengcheng, dinner's ready."

I quickly tidied myself up and went out. Mom was already sitting there, eating with her head down. The meal

passed in an awkward atmosphere…

That day, on my way to school, I wasn't paying attention as I crossed the road. A van hit me. I

instinctively reached out to push the van away, and then a sharp pain shot through my hands. I heard a screeching sound of brakes,

and I passed out. When I woke up, I was in the hospital. I opened my eyes and saw Mom's swollen eyes,

crying softly. My hands were in thick casts, and my forehead was bandaged. Later, the doctor said

my forehead was fine, no concussion, but my hands were fractured and I'd need at least a few months to recover. The driver who hit me

ran away, and I didn't even see the license plate. We had to pay the medical bills ourselves. Less than a week later, I was

discharged from . The hospital fees were too expensive, so my mother decided to take care of me herself, only

needing to come back to the hospital for treatment every now and then. Aside from my hands being inconvenient, I was fine.

My mother took some time off work and did some handicrafts that she could do at home. She had already asked for my leave a long time ago.

After putting my things down, my mother said to me, "Chengcheng, sit down for a bit, Mom's going to buy groceries." "Okay, go ahead."

My mother turned on the TV for me and went out. After a while, I felt the urge to urinate. Oh no! There are

nurses , what should I do now? Should I ask my mother for help? My eyes lit up—my dream girl would help me… I

was excited, but what could I do now? I could only try to hold it in. When I couldn't hold it in any longer, I saw the bathroom door was open

and went in, but I couldn't pull my pants down. After holding it in for a while, I finally had no choice but to stand there and urinate.

Not long after, Mom came back. Seeing me standing in the bathroom, looking miserable and

wet , she knew what had happened and burst out laughing. "Mom," I

said, blushing with embarrassment. "It's okay, it's okay, it's Mom's fault. I won't laugh anymore." Mom put down what she was holding and came

in . After entering, Mom paused slightly, then grabbed the hem of my pants (I was wearing beach shorts).

She pulled them down, down to my feet, including my underwear. I felt a chill down there. But immediately,

I felt hot all over. I saw Mom bending over, her face only a tiny distance from my penis. This scene...

My blood rushed to my head, and my penis hardened. It nearly touched my mother's face. "Lift your leg,

" she said, her voice trembling slightly. I mechanically lifted my leg. My mother pulled down my pants and

placed them beside me. Standing up, I saw her take a deep breath, pick up the showerhead, turn it on, and carefully

wash my genitals. I could tell she was trying to avoid touching my penis at first, but

inevitably, she had to get some of the shower gel on it. Her hand slid over my sparse pubic hair and penis, and my penis

throbbed violently a few times. I felt it was as hard as an iron rod.

I heard my mother's breathing quicken, her face turning as red as a ripe apple. She sped up her movements, rinsing off

the shower gel while simultaneously stroking my penis like a masturbator. The intense pleasure almost made me ejaculate.

As soon as she finished rinsing, she grabbed a towel, dried me off, and went out. A moment later, she came

back with my underwear, bent down, and started to help me put it on. "Mom." My voice trembled. Mom looked up

. "What?" "I..." I didn't know what to say. I could only stare at my hard penis, my

eyes filled with desire. "Lift your leg." Mom's voice trembled, but it was firm. I

jolted awake and quickly lifted my leg. Mom helped me put on my underwear, stood up, and said, "I'm your mother..." She

turned and left the bathroom. At the door, she added, "Your body is weak right now; that will harm you."

At dinner, Mom didn't eat herself but fed me first. Her movements were gentle, wiping my

mouth occasionally. After I finished eating, Mom ate herself. I sat beside her watching her eat,

a wave of tenderness washing over me. Mom, my goddess, I want to stay by your side forever. When I grow up, I will not only repay

your kindness in raising me but also marry you and let you live a happy life with me. I secretly vowed this in my heart. After dinner,

we watched TV for a while. Mom called me into the bathroom, soaked a towel, wrung it

out . Then she told me to go to sleep. Taking off my shirt was a hassle, but since it's summer, Mom said

I didn't need to wear clothes these days at home, so she took me down to just my underwear. She helped me to bed, covered me with a light blanket, turned on the fan,

and said, "Call me if you need anything." She turned off the light and left.

A sudden urge to pee woke me up. I clumsily got out of bed and walked towards Mom's room. When I got to her

door , I heard "hmm, hmm, hmm" sounds coming from inside. I got excited immediately. I knew Mom

was masturbating again. To make things easier for me, Mom didn't lock her door, but I was too scared to push it open. So I pressed my ear against

the door, and the sounds became clearer. I could hear Mom making "hmm, oh" sounds.

After a while, I even heard, "Chengcheng, insert it into me, insert it into me." My head went blank. Mom actually

said that! I felt like I was flying. Happiness came so suddenly. I turned and ran back to my room.

The urge to pee was gone. Mom loves me too. I stood in my room, stunned, constantly replaying Mom's words: "Chengcheng,

insert it into me." After a long time, I felt the urge to pee again. I went out and walked to Mom's door.

There was no sound . I called out, "Mom, I need to pee." Mom said "Oh," turned on the light, and came out.

As soon as I saw Mom, a surge of desire welled up again. Mom was wearing a nightgown, and she definitely wasn't wearing a bra.

I could see her nipples. Her face was flushed. Thinking of the sound I had just heard, I got hard again.

Mom and I went into the bathroom. She pulled my underwear down to my knees and walked to the side. I said,

"It doesn't align." Mom looked and saw that my penis was sticking up high, not aligning with the urinal at all. She hesitated

for a moment, then came over, grabbed my penis, and pressed it down. Once we were in the right spot, Mom grabbed my penis.

I was incredibly excited. My penis twitched a few times, and Mom's face turned even redder. But she held it still

, motionless. After a long while, she looked up in confusion. I couldn't urinate; I was so excited I just wanted to ejaculate, I couldn't urinate

at all . (I bet you guys have similar experiences, right?) "I can't urinate," I

said, my voice trembling. Hearing Mom's earlier cry, I grew a little bolder. I gritted my teeth and said, "I just want to ejaculate

now ."

Mom gave me a sideways glance, sighed, and slowly tightened her grip, moving her hand up and down gently.

I was so happy I almost cried; my goddess was giving me a handjob. After a series of stimulations, my body was already at

its limit. Not long after Mom started masturbating, my breathing almost stopped, and my whole body trembled. Mom sped up

, and "Ah!" I couldn't help but cry out. A stream of white semen shot forward, so powerfully

, splashing quite a distance onto the urinal. Mom slowed down, but continued moving up and down until I finished and

softened slightly before stopping. She still held my penis against the urinal, and after a while, I urinated

. After I finished, Mom took a towel, wiped me clean, and helped me put on my underwear. Then she said

, "You can't keep doing this. Your body was just injured and is still weak. This is bad for your health." "Okay."

Now that I'd released, I was obedient.

Since then, Mom and I have both become more relaxed. I've always considered Mom my woman, so

I don't feel any pressure. I know that besides seeing me as her son, Mom probably has other feelings for me too, so

after helping me masturbate once, she didn't seem uncomfortable at all. This is our world, just the two of us. We

don't have many friends, and no one comes to visit, so I basically just wear my underwear around the house.

Mom usually wears a nightgown unless she goes out to buy things, and she often doesn't wear a bra underneath. We both feel very

natural. Mom is much more open when she helps me bathe, and she's touched my whole body countless times.

If want to ejaculate, Mom will help me masturbate, but she strictly limits how long I can wait between ejaculations.

More than two months have passed, and my hand is almost healed. The cast on one side, which was less severe, has already been removed,

and the other side will be removed soon. Living a life where my mother did everything for me—clothing, food, even toileting—has made me gain at least 6 or

7 pounds. Aside from a slight pain in my hand, my body is as healthy as it can possibly be. My desire for my mother has also

grown stronger. Once, when she was

helping me masturbate, I boldly put my penis in her mouth. She just gave me a sidelong glance. Although she didn't actually use her mouth, she wasn't angry. She even used her other hand to stroke my testicles.

The intense stimulation made me ejaculate immediately. My mother cleaned me up, muttering, "You little

rascal That glance told me that she was also restraining herself; I saw the desire in her eyes.

Hope.

The day to remove the casts arrived. After the casts were removed, the doctor examined both my hands and said they were healed. My mother

smiled, a smile as radiant as a blooming flower, which even stunned the doctor. I took my mother's hand and said, "Mom,

let's go home." "Okay, let's go home," my mother's voice was filled with ease and happiness. When I got home, I

said, "Mom, let's celebrate." "Okay," Mom said, in a good mood. She even had some wine at dinner.

I wanted some, but Mom wouldn't let me, insisting I have a soft drink. Mom's smile after the wine was radiant, and I was mesmerized. Overwhelmed

with happiness, I raised my drink and said emotionally, "Mom, I want to take care of you for the rest of my life. I will

make you happy until you grow old." Mom trembled, looked at me deeply, but didn't speak. I saw her

eyes welling up with tears, and I couldn't help but cry. "Mom, thank you, thank you for giving birth to me, thank you for raising me,

thank you for taking such good care of me, thank you for everything you've done..." As I spoke, tears

streamed down my face, and I couldn't speak anymore, sobbing. Mom reached out and hugged me tightly. "No need to thank me, I'm your mother."

My back was also soaked with her tears.

"I don't want to be your son, I want to be your husband, I want to give you a lifetime of happiness," I said desperately

. Mom didn't say anything, just held me tightly. "Mom," I urged. Mom paused for a long time,

took a deep breath, and said, "How can this be? I'm your mother. What will people think if they find out?" "

Let's leave here and find a strange city. It'll just be the two of us anyway." I was incredibly anxious. "

Okay, I'm going to clear the table. You go watch TV." Mom gently pushed me away. I glared at her, not moving.

Mom finished clearing the dishes and went into her room. I plopped down on the stool, speechless with frustration.

Why wouldn't Mom agree? What am I going to do?

After a long while, Mom came out and calmly said, "Chengcheng, it's time for a bath and bedtime." I

didn't a word. Mom sighed, came over, took my hand, and led me to the bathroom. I was stunned, like a wooden doll,

doing whatever she did without saying a word. Mom skillfully took off my clothes and pulled down my pants, then

helped me take a bath. When she finished, seeing that I was still in a daze, even my penis

wasn't hard while she was bathing me, which was rare, Mom did something that immediately brought me back to my senses and left me speechless. I saw her squat down and put

my penis in her mouth, gently licking it. "Mom!" I said in disbelief. My penis immediately became hard.

Mom licked it carefully, occasionally making piston-like movements with her mouth, licking from the glans to the testicles. Her movements were clumsy, but

gentle and meticulous.

I held my mother's head with my hand. It was the first time she had used her mouth on me. The physical and emotional stimulation

made me increasingly aroused. I thrust forward, penetrating deep into her mouth, and ejaculated into

her mouth with a throbbing motion. My mother choked and coughed. She pulled out my penis, turned around, and vomited, white semen

flowing . But I could see it moving in her throat; she must have swallowed a lot. After a while,

my mother raised her head, stood up, rinsed her mouth with water, cleaned me up, put on her underwear, and said, "

Satisfied now?" I chuckled, unsure what to say. My mother glared at me, pushed me into the room, and said,

"Don't think nonsense. Go to sleep. School starts in a few days. Your task now is to study hard." I

then remembered that this injury had cost me not only a month of school but also two months of summer vacation.

School really was starting soon.

Lying in bed, I lay awake, unable to sleep, still reliving the scene of my mother licking my penis.

What did my mother mean by that? Should I agree or disagree? It was past midnight, and I still couldn't sleep. Thinking of

my mother, my penis was rock hard again. I decided I couldn't wait any longer; I wanted to have my mother. I quietly got out of bed and

walked towards my mother's room. She never locked her door. I pushed it open, and through the dim light of the streetlamp outside

, I saw my mother lying on her side on the bed, wearing a nightgown that revealed her fair thighs. I swallowed hard

and slowly walked to the bedside. "Mom," I called softly.

She didn't respond. I called again, still no response. Fine, if you don't respond, don't blame me for being impolite. I'm going to make you my

woman , I'm going to fuck you. I shouted in my heart, gently sitting down beside my mother, my hand touching her thigh.

I felt her tremble slightly, but she didn't move. I thought, my mother has touched my body countless times

; now I'm going to touch her back.

I moved my hand upwards and touched my mother's buttocks, stroking her round bottom. I

looked into her eyes; the room was dark, but I could still see they were tightly closed. "Mom, aren't your

eyes closed a little too tightly?" I chuckled inwardly. My mother didn't object.

My courage grew. I touched the crevice of her buttocks, moving my hand

back and forth . Soon, I felt her underwear getting wet, and it grew wetter. My mother's breathing became heavier, but

she wouldn't open her eyes. I ignored her, pulling her skirt up to her waist. One hand touched her buttocks, the other

her breasts—the places where she gave birth to me. I imagined her breasts

changing shape in my hands, her juices already flowing over her underwear. Her breathing grew heavier,

almost moaning. I clearly wasn't satisfied. I withdrew my hand from her breasts, lifted her

buttocks , and pulled her underwear down with the other. My mother remained the same, neither agreeing nor objecting.

I pulled down my mother's panties, and my hand reached down to her buttocks. My hand found a sea of moisture; her

labia weren't large, and the vaginal fluid had already flowed down her thighs and onto the bed. I touched her anus,

and she flinched slightly. I circled around a couple of times, then moved forward, touching two soft labia. I knew

my destination was between them (I'd learned this from secretly reading pornographic books). I parted her labia with my fingers and touched

the place I'd longed for—my mother's vagina. I trembled with excitement, my hands shaking slightly. I inserted one finger into

her opening, fiddling around inside, wanting to see how long she could hold out. I imitated the techniques I'd read about,

thrusting my finger in and out. I knew my mother hadn't had a man in a long time, and her body was definitely sensitive. I

used two fingers, thrusting rapidly, wanting to make her feel good first. My mother made moaning sounds,

growing louder and louder, and her fluids increased. My entire palm was soaked, and a

large patch .

Finally, Mom let out an "Oh..." and turned around, hugging me tightly, her whole body trembling, her face

flushed, her body shaking. I felt her urinate, like she was peeing, a large amount sprayed out. After

a while, Mom came to her senses and muttered, "You little devil." I looked at Mom and said,

word by word , "Mom, I want to fuck you." Mom opened her eyes, stroked my face, and sighed,

"Son, fuck me, let's go to hell together." Hearing this, I quickly took off my underwear, lay

on Mom's stomach, and just wanted to do it first. I was afraid Mom would change her mind; there has to be a first time before there can be a second, the first

time is the most important. I lay on my mother's belly, my hard penis poking around, but I couldn't get in. "

Mom , help me." My mother reached down, guided my penis, and aimed it at a warm spot. I

thrust my hips forward, and along my mother's wet vagina, it went all the way in. "Ah..." I was so excited I wanted to shout. I

had finally slept with my mother; she was finally my woman. My eyes shone as I stared at her. My mother,

embarrassed by my gaze, gently scolded, "You little rascal, did you get what you wanted?"

"Hehe, yes. Yes. I'd die happy." "What nonsense are you talking about? Didn't you say you'd be with me for life?

You can't say the word 'die' anymore." "Hehehe," I chuckled foolishly. My mother slapped my bottom. "Silly boy,

are you going to lie here like this for the rest of your life?" "I'd love to," I said, but I still started moving in and out

. My mother's vagina was wet and warm. Yet, she tightly enveloped my penis, and I felt

an ecstasy , thrusting faster and faster. My mother let out moans, perhaps she was letting go,

her voice growing louder. Perhaps because I had already ejaculated in the bathroom, it wasn't so easy for me to ejaculate. After several hundred thrusts,

my mother arched her back against me, stretching her legs onto my buttocks, pulling me tightly until I was deep inside her. I

felt waves of heat on my glans; this stimulation made me unable to hold back any longer, and I ejaculated instantly.

Stimulated by my powerful ejaculation, my mother reached an even higher climax. I saw her eyes roll back, and her

juices gushed out like a flood, soaking my lower abdomen. She was truly a wonderful mother.

That night, we barely slept. Having just tasted her, I endlessly savored her, and she

lost count of . As I drifted off to sleep at dawn, I vaguely heard my mother say, "Son,

husband, let's leave here, let's go somewhere no one knows us and grow old together..."

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