[A Generation of Perverts Grows Up: My Story with My Mother] (Part 1) Author: hepeng5970

【The Rise of a Sex Demon: My Story with My Mother (Part 1)】 Author: hepeng5970
Published: 2013/08/28 on: sis
Word Count: 3707

The first woman everyone encounters and interacts with most often is their mother, and I am no exception. My
mother an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and double eyelids. She is very beautiful. Although she is over forty years old, she looks like she is only thirty-two or thirty-three.
Every time my mother and father walk together, people do not believe that my mother is my father's first wife. You can
tell from this that my mother is young and beautiful.

My mom has a small, cherry-like mouth and a very alluring figure. Although she's only about 1.65 meters tall, her breasts are a 38D
. This is probably because my dad used to buy a lot of breast enhancement bras. (PS: I accidentally found a photo of my dad when he was younger in a locked closet at home.
His skin was dark, and his breasts were very small, probably barely a B-cup, so
I think it's a result of later breast enhancement bras.) Back during the Cultural Revolution, our family was poor, so my mom's skin wasn't very fair, and
her breasts weren't large. After she started earning money, her skin became very fair, and her breasts are large enough
that you can't tell she's ever had children.

Sometimes, when my mom wears loose underwear and a dress at home, especially
when , with her left leg leaning to the left and her right leg upright on the bed, I occasionally
glimpse her thick labia majora through the loose part of her underwear. They're so big, so fleshy, and make
my heart race. I don't dare look too long, but I pretend to glance over casually every now and then, and my mom doesn't notice.

Sometimes I would peek at my mother taking a bath through the window, but that wasn't enough; I could only vaguely see her
beautiful body and her white breasts.

I remember when I was in elementary school, around eleven or twelve years old, in fifth or sixth grade, my mother would make me take a nap every day at
noon , but I could never fall asleep. Whenever I couldn't sleep, I liked to sleep with my mother
, grabbing her breasts and squeezing my other leg between her legs, pressing against her vulva. At first, my mother
wouldn't allow it, saying I was too old to do that, but I said I couldn't sleep if I didn't do it, so she had no
choice but to let me hold her like that. Every now and then, I would pretend to move my hand casually, and after a few times,
I would fall asleep immediately.

After junior high, I went to boarding school, and my parents went to work in another city to earn money. I
spent my junior high and high school years studying with friends and watching porn every weekend, only going home during winter and summer vacations. I've always
dreamed of having the chance to enjoy my wonderful mother's company. When I was little, I asked my mother where I came from,
and I honestly didn't know. My mother answered that I came from her belly. Later, I learned that I
came from my mother's uterus, from her narrow vagina. After knowing this, I always had this thought: since that's where I came from, I
must go back and see. I've always looked forward to that opportunity.

The year I graduated from high school, it was the end of the intense pressure of the college entrance exam and three years of hard work, a period of relaxation for just
two or three months. My parents usually lived at the construction site, while I lived in a residential area several kilometers away.
My parents would drive back and forth between the construction site and the residential area, busy with their work.

One evening, I decided to walk to my mom's construction site to play. It was already seven or eight o'clock when I arrived,
almost dark. My mom and dad were surprised and happy to see me. They asked why I was there, and I said
it wasn't fun at home, so I came to the construction site to have some fun. Since there was one more person at the site, it was difficult to arrange a bed. My mom,
worried I wouldn't sleep well, arranged for me to share a bed with her, while my dad shared a bed with the other workers. The room was
about ten square meters, with only one bed; it wasn't a communal room, but a makeshift bed they built themselves on the construction site.

I was overjoyed. I was already 18! Didn't she know
how inappropriate it was for her to sleep with a son like that? At that time, I was a virile, impulsive young man. I had seen many
pornographic films, but I hadn't lost my virginity yet, and I really wanted to have sex. This made me both surprised and delighted, and
strange . I couldn't help but think that this night was a perfect opportunity.

Mom knew it wasn't good for her to sleep like this, so she wore tight jeans and clothes, even a bra to bed.
This made me very upset, as it was nothing like the kind of dress I'd fantasized about that was completely bare. The work at the construction site was
exhausting during the day, so Mom fell asleep as soon as she got into bed. I slept next to her, but I couldn't calm down for a long time and
couldn't fall asleep. I wanted to secretly touch her body, but I was afraid she would suddenly wake up and I was afraid of the consequences.

I secretly sized up my mother. Although she was in her forties, her skin was still incredibly fair, and her two
large , beautiful breasts made my blood boil. Just as I was thinking about how to make my move, my mother's snoring
gave me a standard to judge whether she was sound asleep, and also gave me the signal to act. At least I could tell if she was awake by her
breathing rate and snoring. So, I mustered my courage and carefully moved my hand to her genitals.
After gently placing it down, I didn't move my hand, but focused on listening to my mother's snoring. After listening for a while, I
continued to touch down along the protruding bone of her genitals. I was very excited at that moment; my hands were trembling slightly, and my heart
was racing. I tried my best to control myself and slowly began to touch her.

I felt some clear fluid flow from my lower body. I slowly increased the pressure, observing whether her
snoring would weaken or stop. I found that my mother's lower body didn't
react , which gave me a thrill. So, I moved my hand to my mother's breasts.

Mom was wearing a bra, so I stroked her breasts through her clothes and bra. After a while, I
gradually increased the pressure of my touch. As soon as I increased the pressure, Mom reacted; her snoring
decreased or even stopped. I immediately withdrew my hand and pretended to sleep. Mom stopped snoring for a moment, then continued
snoring asleep again. This time, I waited motionless for a full five minutes.

Knowing the different reactions of different parts of Mom's body, I shifted my focus to her lower body, which was
also my target. Because Mom was wearing tight jeans, it was difficult to take them off. I thought
how much better it would be if she were wearing a skirt. To pull Mom's pants down to her knees, she would need to lift her buttocks completely,
which would definitely wake her, and it would be difficult to undo it if she noticed halfway through.

So, I slowly unzipped Mom's pants and unbuttoned the top button
. Then, in the dim moonlight, I saw that Mom was wearing white panties. I unbuttoned the waistband and...
After zipping it up, there was more space.

I slid my hand inside her underwear, trying to keep it parallel to my sleeping mother's body
to avoid constricting the pants and waking her. Excitedly, I reached inside. The first thing I touched was
a protruding bone, probably the one with the pubic hair. I could feel the dense hair through the underwear
. I slid it further in, but the pants were still too tight, making it difficult to reach further.

Since I'd already come this far, I simply pulled out my left hand and tucked the sides of her underwear towards
the center to create more space. Then I slipped my left hand inside
, maintaining a near-parallel angle to avoid constricting the underwear too much and waking her.

First, I touched Mom's vulva, this time not through her underwear, but directly against her flesh. It really
excited her. I pinched the raised area; it was very hairy. After a while, I observed Mom's snoring. After about a
minute or two, there was no change, so I reached towards my target. While reaching,
I used the back of my left middle finger to spread open the area tightly bound by her underwear, pushing it in a little further as I opened it a bit more.

Soon, I felt a small, slightly raised piece of flesh—that must be her clitoris. It
was soft and tender. After touching it for a while, I felt the clitoris harden a bit. Mom's snoring hadn't stopped, proving she
was in a deep sleep. I guess any reaction down there was probably in her dreams with Dad. Hehe. Then I pushed it down
about three or four centimeters. The sensation I felt was clearly a slit, a fleshy slit, smooth and tender.

So I inserted my left middle finger into the crevice, lowering it about two centimeters until I reached
a hollow opening. It felt like there was flesh all around, but that one spot was empty, and it seemed like I
could push it further in. I knew that was my target—the vagina. At that moment, the vagina wasn't lubricated;
inserting it directly would be too difficult and I was worried about waking Mom.

So I used my middle finger to stimulate the vagina by sliding it up and down in the crevice for about a minute. Then
I felt some moisture coming out. Haha, I slowly inserted my middle finger into that seemingly bottomless hole,
about one knuckle in, before it became dry.

So I repeatedly inserted my middle finger into Mom's vagina dozens of times, each time only reaching the first knuckle.
Soon, the vagina was very wet, so I inserted my entire middle finger all the way in. It felt like my entire middle finger was surrounded by
warm flesh, so warm, even warmer than body temperature. It was slippery, wet, and very tight inside.

Was this the place I had always dreamed of? Was this where I was born? I finally got one finger
back in , and it felt so good. My underwear was completely wet. My middle finger was fully inside
, but I still hadn't touched the cervix. I tried to push it in harder, but I couldn't reach it. So I thrust in and out
dozens of times, each time inserting my entire middle finger. Strangely, Mom didn't react at all. (PS: Mom wasn't pretending to
be asleep; the frequency and evenness of her snoring proved she was in a deep sleep.)

There was already a lot of fluid down there, and her vagina was somewhat stretched open. So I
inserted my index and middle fingers together, gradually increasing the speed and pressure until I could hear a soft, sputtering
sound . Mom still didn't react much; I guess she must have been reacting in her sleep.

After playing with different techniques for half an hour, I increased the pressure and speed. I felt like my hands were practicing
Iron Palm. Then Mom really reacted; her snoring stopped. I suddenly became very nervous. What should I do?
I immediately regretted it when I realized I was about to be discovered. I should have used less force. But regret was useless;
having a solution was the only thing that mattered.

Suddenly, I realized that someone in deep sleep would
be slow to react when an external force caused them to wake up. If the relative position changed or the external force suddenly disappeared, she probably wouldn't notice the change in
environment , wouldn't notice her pants were loose, and wouldn't notice my hand was still inside her vagina. So
, feeling guilty, I stopped what I was doing and pretended to be asleep. I didn't move, and
Mom woke up, shifted her body slightly, and didn't snore. This lasted for about a minute.

During that minute, my heart was pounding. I was terrified that Mom would discover what I had done. My fears seemed
to work Mom, without any external force, didn't notice the foreign object in her vagina. With our
relative positions unchanged, and in her dazed state after just waking up, she didn't notice
anything different from usual, didn't notice her pants were loose, and didn't notice that my middle and index fingers were already inside
her vagina completely still.

A minute later, she was fast asleep again, snoring. I was so anxious I was sweating. After Mom fell asleep, I figured
it was impossible for me to have completely taken my pants off and done *that* without her noticing, given that she was wearing those jeans.
So I cleaned up all the marks, zipped up the zipper, and buttoned up the waistband. Then I happily
fell asleep too.

The next day, everything was fine. Mom really didn't know anything, and of course, I didn't say a word.

Please look forward to my original work: The Beginning of a Perverted Child: My Story with My Mother (Part 2). I hope
you 'll give it a like; I'd be extremely grateful.

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