Stop squeezing me and my mom!

[Stop crowding me and my mom!]

Yulin! Are you done yet? We're leaving... I remember one summer after graduation when I was sixteen, I'd played video games until late
last night , and this morning I was going shopping with my mom. My mom was thirty-nine that year,
with the figure of an average working woman; any man would want to take a second look at her. "

Coming, coming, we're going shopping again..." I replied, my eyes stinging.

Growing up in a single-parent family, I've always been my mom's best shopping assistant. I can help her carry things and
give her advice, so she often buys me toys or things I like. Therefore, I quite enjoy shopping with
my mom .

Today, like usual, my mom was wearing a light short skirt... I was browsing around like usual, buying
whatever . For some reason, we passed a Triumph counter, and my mom stopped and went inside. I, too, just stood
there, looking rather silly. These days, lingerie counters aren't like they used to be; they boldly display sexy lingerie. Maybe
I didn't notice at first, but right in front of me was a sheer thong set that looked
incredibly revealing. As I looked at it, maybe because I'd just woken up, I started to get an erection. I was too scared to move. Suddenly,
my mom moved away from me, her back to me, towards the thong. Her beautiful buttocks
brushed firmly against my penis. I panicked and quickly took a small step back. My mom didn't seem to care and
continued said, "Let's go to the train station, let's go to the next place.
" That concluded our visit to this area, and we headed to our next shopping destination.

Once on the train, being an electric train, it was usually quite crowded during the summer holidays. My mom and I
were standing near the door, one in front of the other. For some reason, the crowd kept increasing
, and my penis, which had just recovered from swelling while walking, got even harder and harder from the jostling. It bumped into my mom's
buttocks, becoming incredibly erect again. Since our clothes were so thin, could I say I couldn't feel it
?

But I was worried about bumping into her if I moved behind, making the atmosphere very awkward. My mom sensed my
unease and fidgeting, so she pretended to be calm to avoid making me even more anxious. So I remained pressed against her back,
unable to move, swaying with the train. There was a mix of guilt and pleasure in this. And my mom
? She just closed her eyes. Was she trying to escape?

Or was she, like me, somewhat intoxicated? After about twenty minutes, we finally arrived at the station. We got off
the train one after another, and my mom, pretending to be nonchalant, smiled and said, "Phew…

we're finally here. Let's go to Sogo." I nodded and followed her. When we arrived in Sogo
, the first thing Mom did was look for the restroom. I went in too, took out my penis to pee, and
saw that the glans was covered in white, clear discharge. I quickly wiped it with toilet paper. After using
the restroom, I went outside and waited for Mom as usual. Standing there, I wondered if
she had the same discharge as me. After a long wait, Mom came out of the restroom. "Have you been waiting long?" "
Hmm…" I didn't reply. We continued shopping at the department store. As we walked, I don't know why,
or maybe it was because Mom was different from usual after getting off the bus—like a young girl, jumping around and
attracting men—I started paying attention to her body, looking at her hips, her breasts, her legs,
every part of her. I was completely captivated by her. Mom seemed to sense that someone was watching
her every move, so her movements were no longer the same as before; they became particularly graceful, as if afraid of giving a bad
impression.

Sometimes she'd walk up behind me, grab my shoulder, and ask if it looked good, or intentionally or unintentionally bump into me with her bottom and
body . Except for my younger brother, now, no matter what we do, like helping Mom carry money or bags,
there's an unspoken understanding between us that we'll touch each other's bodies. At mealtimes, Mom and I sit facing each other,
and she doesn't shy away from eating with her chest out, as if afraid I'm not looking at her. I reluctantly eat
my meal, resisting the temptation.

After dinner, Mom and I went shopping again. We went into a clothing store, and Mom picked out an outfit
to try on. When she came out, it was a top with an off-the-shoulder design on the right side and a short skirt with fringed lace on the left. "
Does it look good?" she exclaimed. The whole outfit accentuated her figure. "Hmm, so pretty!"

Mom bought it and continued shopping. "Oh! It's almost four o'clock. Okay, it's time to go home,
" Mom said. "Let's go back to the station." "Okay!" we said, and headed towards the station.

The train was still crowded, and Mom was leaning against the door, just like before. I stood behind her, thinking it wouldn't be
as crowded this time, and wouldn't be as awkward as last time. But to my surprise, Mom leaned back and pressed herself against my
younger brother. An immediate physical reaction occurred between us. Because of the long-suppressed feelings and the current
situation, I pretended it was crowded behind me and squeezed forward. The swaying of the train created
an indescribable feeling between Mom and me—perhaps it was animal instinct. Later, Mom moved her
right hip, which had been pressed against my brother, to the right, placing her cleft on him. At this point, my brother was in a position ready for sex. After
the next stop, even more people boarded, and Mom and I were even closer together. I don't know why, but I just wanted to put
my brother in the most comfortable position. So I reached into my pocket and spread my hard penis forward, pressing the head
against my mother's anus and vagina. Maybe it was because our clothes were thin, but the feeling was just like
making love. I just wanted to see if I could push the other's underwear to a hole and get each other. At this time, my mother
still kept her eyes tightly closed, her hands gripping the railing, afraid of losing her balance. We kept pressing like this until we got to
the train station to go home. After getting off the train, my mother came to her senses and walked forward. I followed closely behind her. After leaving the train station,
we got into a taxi, one on each side. Maybe the driver had been drinking, because he said, "Hey, are you two arguing? Why
are you sitting so far apart?" My mother's face turned even redder and she smiled.

When we got home, we did our own things as usual, nothing much changed, except that I...
We would pay attention to each other's movements and bodies. I had one more thing to do than usual: I had to go to the bathroom to masturbate.
And during our shopping trips afterwards, it was also a secret between our bodies, enjoying
each other.

One time, my mother asked me to go shopping again. I had just finished showering and didn't have time to find my underwear, so I just put on
my sweatpants and went out. I got on the train with my mother as usual, and we leaned comfortably against each other. At this time, my penis started to
swell up and pressed directly against my mother's vulva. But this time it was really different from before; it felt more real.
My mother was also different from before; her eyes were wide open, and her buttocks kept rubbing slightly against my penis.
She would also push against me a little. And this time, my mother even curiously touched her rear end,
and then quickly withdrew her hand. She turned her face and whispered to me, "Aren't you wearing underwear?"
Then I nodded. Mom closed her eyes again, her buttocks rubbing against me. This time, after rubbing
for a while, I ejaculated. I ejaculated through three layers of clothing outside Mom's genitals. I stood there, trying to suppress the pleasure,
and told Mom that my pants were wet, what should I do?

At that moment, Mom opened her eyes, turned her head, and took some tissues from her purse, saying, "Be careful
, take this to wipe yourself first. I'll give you the purse to cover yourself later. When you walk behind, stay close so no one can see
!" At that moment, I felt much more at ease, as if a huge weight had been lifted from my heart. After leaving the station, we went to the
Sogo restroom to freshen up. After everyone came out, Mom chuckled and asked if she could return my purse.

I nodded and said, "Yes, you can!" Mom was also happily strolling around, and I
happily followed behind her.

I wandered around and ate, having a great time. We talked more than before,
chatting as we walked and ate, about her career and my studies, just like a couple.

On the train home, since Mom hadn't bought anything this time, I could grab the same
railing as her with my other hand, my other hand on her shoulder, my penis against her vulva. Oh my god! I felt
like could go in, two or three centimeters in and out, it was such a different feeling. Mom's
eyes were wide open, as if she were watching my penis enter her vagina. My hand holding the railing instinctively reached for Mom's
buttocks, it felt strange, so real. It turned out Mom had already taken off her underwear. I put my hand back down, and
then we pressed against each other even harder, trying to go five or seven centimeters, also afraid of being seen
having sex. Then Mom turned around and said my skirt must be wet, and I should follow closely behind her when we got off the train
, otherwise someone would see us. Then we continued to sway with the train.

After that, perhaps Mom became smarter. She went and bought herself a super-thin, pure cotton sports skirt and pants,
and they were black, so no one would notice they were wet. Although Mom didn't say anything when she gave them to me,
we both tacitly wore them to the bus and shopping trip. Wearing the pants Mom bought this time, it was
definitely different; they felt like a pair of... [link to website] We set up the tent, then borrowed a purse from Mom to cover ourselves. Once on the train, as if we'd been waiting for this moment,
we tested the clothes. Sure enough, unlike last time, almost two-thirds of it could be inserted. Mom's
eyes were fixed on the door. We made love gently, forcefully, and swaying, especially
when changing tracks—that was the most pleasurable moment. The swaying and forceful thrusting of my hips felt so good.
As we continued, "Mom, I'm going to cum," I whispered carefully in Mom's ear. At that moment,
Mom
Mom kept touching her skirt, asking, "It's wet. Can you tell?" And I kept saying I absolutely couldn't
tell . In the days that followed, my mom and I acted as if nothing had happened and never brought it up. Whenever my mom said she was
going out to buy something, I would always wear the sweatpants she gave me. Then our actions became bolder and bolder.
Now we like to do it in the train car and the aisle near the car. When I'm about to ejaculate, we move to the back
so I can vigorously thrust my hips and ejaculate inside her vagina. Sometimes I would ask my mom, "
Doesn't that hurt?" My mom would always shake her head and say no. That's how we maintained
our mother-son relationship through two layers of clothing, and we maintained a good attitude at home. Until
one , usually around 7 pm when the news was on, I would go back to my room to do my own thing, like playing video games, reading comics, or
thinking about my mom masturbating. Maybe I found video games boring and wanted to see my mom more after finishing the comics, so I sat in
the living room and continued watching TV with my mom. But of all things to report,
the news had to be about a father raping his own daughter. For some reason, my mom and I were both blushing. My mom pretended nothing
was wrong picked up the remote, and said, "You're crazy." Then she switched to an entertainment gossip program. Unfortunately, the program was
discussing relationships, specifically the most exciting places to have sex. We were completely frozen on
the sofa, and my mom was even more embarrassed to switch to another program, afraid the TV would say something true. So my
mom and I just watched the program. The TV kept mentioning places like the countryside, in a car, in the kitchen,
on a balcony or rooftop, on a train…

"Wow! This is really bad. My mom and I were really scared. The thing we least wanted to hear had to come
out. At that moment, I lifted my foot and put it on the sofa. When my mom heard this, she also put her foot on the sofa to the side.
Maybe because she was embarrassed while watching TV, she didn't realize that her foot position was exactly the angle from which I could see her genitals
. 'Oh my god, Mom isn't wearing underwear!' I thought to myself after looking at it. Her swollen labia and those two
petals were something I had never seen before. The longer it went on, the more my penis couldn't stand it anymore. My mom was also more
focused on listening to the TV interview. There seemed to be a small light coming from her vagina. As my mom looked, she probably felt
something flowing out of her vagina, so she pretended to turn her head to look. When she saw me staring at her, she probably
didn't realize that her position allowed me to see. She immediately put her foot on the ground again. At this time, I immediately shifted
my gaze to the TV. My mom later went into the bathroom. I think she was probably too embarrassed to go in and clean herself up."
After a while, Mom returned to the sofa and, surprisingly, put her feet up at an angle, just
like . I caught a glimpse of this action out of the corner of my eye, and seeing her seemingly engrossed in the TV, I secretly glanced at her
. She hadn't put her underwear back on when she went to the bathroom, and her vagina was even more wet. "She must
have been masturbating," I thought. Looking at her vagina opening and closing, I knew Mom really wanted me to give it to her,
but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. On the train, we did it accidentally, but how could I be so
bold ? Twenty minutes passed, and I went into the bathroom to release all my pent-up desire. Three
minutes later, I came out of the living room, and Mom and I sat in front of the TV like nothing was wrong, watching TV until bedtime when we went to our
separate rooms to sleep. On Sundays, my mom and I take the train to go shopping, enjoying the thrill of lovemaking.
We also like to watch gossip TV or sex education channels together. We have an unspoken agreement that
neither wears underwear. My mom will occasionally let me glimpse her private parts, and I will stand up and pretend to drink water,
walking past her to let her see my erection. Our entertainment seems to be getting more and more interesting.

One time, Mom picked up the remote and, seemingly intentionally, started searching for channels. The TV
began searching from channel 0, and the first thing that popped up was a sex program. I
wondered when this channel appeared; it was a pay-TV channel! But I didn't think much of it.
Mom kept pressing the remote, but couldn't turn it off. Maybe she was too nervous. "Is there something wrong with the remote?"

I asked. "Maybe, it's weird, I can't press it. It's strange." So I
took and pretended to press it a few times, because I didn't want to turn it off, since I really hadn't seen it before. "
It seems really broken." Then Mom and I, as if resigned to our fate, watched the
sex program together. The sounds of the male and female protagonists touching and penetrating each other really resonated with Mom and me.
I watched for a short while and then rushed to the bathroom and ejaculated everywhere. Mom also went to the bathroom shortly after I came out of the living room
; I guess she did the same. After venting my frustrations inside, Mom returned to the living room with her feet on
the sofa . I glanced at her; her vagina was slightly open and wet. I thought Mom must really want it.
The next day, as soon as Mom came back, she said she was going to buy something. I knew what she wanted to do. In the car, unlike before, when she
would properly in front, this time she grabbed my buttocks and pulled them forcefully towards hers. I think Mom
really wanted to tear our clothes. After returning home, we showered separately and watched TV together.
Although Mom knew the sex channel number, she was too embarrassed to press search and switched to our favorite
program . This time, Mom wore a larger t-shirt that covered her underwear. Because she had been sitting for a long time, Mom got up to
exercise. She straightened her legs and stretched her arms, immediately revealing her genitals. Then she knelt on the sofa, holding onto the back of the chair and straightening her back with
her buttocks sticking up. It was truly mesmerizing. Later, Mom sat back on the sofa and continued
watching TV. We watched until we both went to the bathroom to masturbate before going back to our room to sleep.

This kind of life continued until my senior year of high school

when things took a major turn. One day, my mother came home from work, and I was watching cartoons in the living room
waiting for her. She'd probably been working overtime lately and was tired, so we hadn't watched TV together. I
was especially happy that day. Then I heard her... *sound of something* as she went into the bathroom to shower. I don't know if she'd secretly bought it on the way home
or when... When she came out of the bathroom, I almost got a nosebleed from excitement. She was wearing a thin-strapped, shiny silk
nightgown, and the imprint of her nipples was clearly visible on it. She was also wearing checkered
ripped stockings, looking just like a TV drama heroine. Then, my mother immediately switched the TV from cartoons to a sex program
and sat on the sofa. She didn't shy away from running her hand over her genitals. I couldn't take it anymore.
She became even bolder, directly inserting her fingers into her vagina. Seeing this, I slowly
pulled down my pants, and my penis sprang out. I was afraid my mother would notice, so I carefully
pressed it down with my fingers. Because my mother was engrossed in masturbating in front of the TV and me, she didn't notice... I noticed that I had
pulled down my pants and was carefully rubbing myself up and down with my fingers. At this point, Mom seemed to be really going for it, thrusting more and more intensely.
I switched to gripping her hand, rubbing faster and faster. I couldn't control my ejaculation anymore, so I cried out.
Mom stared intently at me, watching as I ejaculated onto my chest, and she kept
moaning and moaning. I think we both had orgasms. After that, we started watching porn every night; she
would masturbate while I masturbated, but we didn't physically violate each other. If we wanted to have sex, we could only wait for Sundays, our shopping days. As
the weekend approached, our shopping days increased. Maybe it's because I'm young and strong, but I
masturbate with Mom almost every day while watching TV. Recently, it's gotten even more extreme; we'll call out to each other while watching, as if we want to
be with each other. This really happened a few days ago. Before, Mom sat at the other end of the sofa next to me,
and I sat in the middle. Now, Mom sits at the end of the sofa next to me, and I sit at the end next to Mom
, almost a step apart. I don't know why we ended up sitting like this. Then we started watching TV,
and then we started masturbating. We were so close, our faces were like a veil between us, almost kissing. Finally,
my lips touched Mom's, and then I kissed her hard. Our tongues started to intertwine
, and my hand reached for Mom's full breasts. At the same time, Mom's hand reached for my penis. My
penis felt so hot and good! Mom held on and we continued kissing and tongue-fighting. Then Mom stopped
, looked at the TV, and then I listened to her and continued... While watching TV, Mom stood up and moved in
front of . Facing me was someone's buttocks, and I stood up, touching Mom's buttocks as well. We
were like we were on a train, pretending to be pushed and shoved by a lot of people. Then Mom said, "We
didn't have sex, we were just pushed around..." My penis was also pressed against Mom's vulva
, just like on the train, but it was different. It went in so smoothly, so easily, so pleasurably, and it was the whole thing! During the in-and-out motion,
I saw my penis covered in Mom's lubricant. So we went faster and faster,
swaying , the feeling was completely different. Mom kept calling my name, and I kept calling her name. And so, I
released all the love I had accumulated for Mom over the years into this one time. Mom felt my love for her, her hand still gripping the table.
I was terrified my son would fall. After that, my mom and I did this in the kitchen, on the rooftop balcony, in the suburbs, even in my schoolyard and
the park all with our backs to me. My mom kept telling me, "We, mother and son, are not... [illegible], but... [illegible]!"

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