[The Mother Training Plan] Chapter Two

As mentioned before, my mother, now middle-aged, has gained a bit of weight. While acceptable, it's

not quite what I consider ideal. Therefore, my second step was to improve her figure: firstly, to shape

her body, and secondly, to increase physical intimacy with her. However, I

knew directly suggesting she work out would be abrupt, so I resorted to my "diary" again.

First, I praised her stunning appearance in her new clothes, then hinted that

she would be even more perfect if her figure improved. Sure enough, the next day, she asked me to go to the gym with her.

We have a gym at home, though we rarely use it; it doesn't have many machines or a large space,

but it's sufficient. Beforehand, I deliberately decorated it,

with posters of sexy fitness women and strong men everywhere, and even music equipment. On her first day at the gym, my mother seemed satisfied with my

setup , simply smiling without saying anything. So I had her change into her workout clothes. I

specifically chose the workout clothes: enough to expose as much skin as possible for my mother without being too revealing or

sexy . It took me quite a bit of effort to select them. Even so, my mother

seemed a little uncomfortable when she first put them on, her face flushed with shyness. Looking at her fair skin and her slimmer

figure encased in the workout clothes, I felt even more convinced of the wisdom of this body-shaping plan,

and it strengthened my resolve to win her heart.

I quickly took a deep breath, suppressing my inner impulse. Because I knew: now was not the time, the timing

wasn't right.

So I composed myself and began helping my mother with her workout. My mother chose yoga because she

felt it could not only shape her body but also increase her flexibility. I naturally agreed, knowing that

many yoga poses were beyond my mother's ability to do alone as a beginner, and I would

naturally be her helper—a good opportunity for me to get closer to her!

Sure enough, one day, during the leg stretch, to complete the movement quickly, my mother had

me lie on her back. At that moment, my chest was pressed tightly against my mother's warm back, while my lower body was pressed

against her firm, rounded buttocks! Feeling her tight, plump buttocks, I naturally became aroused. At

first, my mother was focused on the movements and didn't notice, but later she realized something was wrong when she noticed my breathing was a little rapid,

so she quickly tried to get up. Of course, I wouldn't let her get up. I told her that training shouldn't

be stopped , and I remained pressed against her. My mother had no choice but to continue, blushing. During the session, I used

the excuse of adjusting my position to rub my lower body against her buttocks a few times, and my mother just remained silent. From then on,

I often took the opportunity to grope her, and my mother gradually got used to my occasional little actions. Apart from occasionally

scolding , she would sometimes joke with me and grope me in return. I realized that my relationship with my mother was getting better and better

. Of course, it wasn't just the love between mother and son, but also the love between a man and a woman. Because I felt that many of

the little actions weren't like jokes anymore, but more like the playful banter between lovers.

I was naturally thrilled by this discovery, and my heart yearned for even greater intimacy.

An unexpected event made this expectation a reality, and even

accelerated the completion of my entire plan.

After a period of simple exercise training, my mother's figure gradually improved. While she didn't achieve

a slender waist and hips, the excess fat around her waist had significantly decreased. Seeing such results, my mother naturally began

trying more difficult exercises to achieve even better results. However, being middle-aged, her body wasn't as

flexible as a young girl's, so when attempting a challenging exercise, she unfortunately strained her back, and quite

badly at that. It was this misfortune that paved the way for our future happiness.

Since the injury was in her lower back, my mother couldn't apply the ointment herself, so that task naturally fell to me.

Watching my mother lying on the bed with her pajamas rolled up above her waist, I was incredibly excited.

Although I had often been able to take advantage of my mother in the past, I had always been hesitant and only briefly touched her, never truly experiencing

the feeling. Now, I could finally openly and properly experience it. My mother seemed quite nervous,

her body tense. When I touched her body under the pretense of finding a painful spot, she flinched and

let out a soft groan, as if unable to bear the pain. I asked her if it hurt anywhere, and she nodded, blushing,

without saying anything. So I began to massage her, while also feeling her body: after

this period of exercise, although her waist was still fleshy, it had gained some elasticity, and

compared to my previous girlfriends, I felt it was more comfortable and had a better feel to it. My movements were more like caressing

than massaging. As I caressed her, her face grew increasingly red, and her legs occasionally crossed;

it was clear she was a little aroused. But she just bit her lower lip and remained silent. I knew when to stop,

so after a while of caressing, I began to massage her seriously. After a while, she felt much better and

asked me to stop, saying that was enough for today. I asked her how she felt. She said she felt much better and thanked me for my

help. I seized the opportunity and said, "It's just a thank you, isn't there a reward?" My mother clearly sensed

my ulterior motive, but she bit her lower lip, glanced at me, and said, "What kind of reward do you want?"

Naturally, wouldn't make an unreasonable request, so I thought for a moment and said, "Mother, you

haven't kissed me in a long time, except when I was little, so please reward me with a kiss." I thought my mother would be embarrassed and consider it for a while. Unexpectedly,

my mother just smiled, then kissed me on the cheek and told me to leave. I was stunned by my mother's straightforwardness and

didn't come to my senses until I was out of her sight: my mother couldn't possibly not know what I

was thinking, nor could she not know the meaning behind my request for that kiss. But at that moment, my mother's straightforwardness and expression...

for a moment, my feelings suddenly became conflicted. On the one hand, I realized that my plan was close to success

, and I was naturally happy; but on the other hand, I started to feel a little scared because I didn't know

what the consequences would be. Furthermore, I am someone who pursues emotional intimacy and doesn't want to

have sex simply for the sake of desire (which is why I don't like to go to prostitutes). So I had to re-examine my feelings for my mother and

whether my desire for her outweighed my affection.

Although conflicted, I continued with the plan. Since things couldn't be rushed,

I still had time to resolve my doubts.

After several days of massages, my mother's back had healed. On the last day, after massaging her, she

told me her injury was cured and kissed me as a thank you. Naturally, I wouldn't let

this me by. In the past few days, I had already devised a way to take things further with my mother. So, I deliberately said, "Is that

all the reward?" My mother was clearly taken aback, paused for a moment, and then asked me what else she wanted. I

told my mother what I had planned to say: "Mom, I haven't slept with you in a long time. I miss the feeling of being a child.

I want to sleep with you tonight." My mother looked at me for a while and said, "Why would you suddenly have such

an idea ?" I naturally acted fearlessly and said frankly, "Nothing, I just miss the feeling of lying in your arms,

so I want to relive it." My mother looked at me for a while after hearing this, then suddenly blushed and said, "Okay, then for

one night." Then, she added, as if trying to hide something, "Don't do anything else."

Perhaps my mother also felt that the last sentence was too ambiguous, her face turned even redder, but she didn't say anything more and let me leave.

I had no mood to laugh at my mother's lapse in composure, because my heart was already overwhelmed with excitement. I knew

that next it was just a matter of time before things naturally fell into place. After that day, I was in a daze, not knowing what I was doing, until

after dinner and a shower. When I came to my senses, I was already standing at the door of my mother's room. Looking at

the doorknob , the inner conflict suddenly flashed through my mind again. I quickly shook my head, trying to

banish : It's done now, let's deal with everything later. So I opened the door, and the first thing I saw was

my mother's back, already bathed and wearing a white bathrobe, lying on the bed. Only the bedside lamp was on, its gentle light illuminating

her back, making it look like a picture of Sleeping Beauty. Looking at this scene, somehow,

my heart calmed down. I gently closed the door, then slowly climbed into bed behind my mother

and turned off the light.

I knew she wasn't asleep. Because the moment I got into bed, her body visibly

trembled . So I slowly leaned closer to her, stopping only when I was almost touching her back. "Mom,

can I hold you while we sleep?" I asked directly. But my mother didn't answer, which I knew was her

consent. So I placed my left hand on her abdomen and hugged her, pressing my body against

her back. My mother's body stiffened slightly, then relaxed after a moment. I didn't make any moves at first

, wanting my mother to adjust gradually. Once she relaxed, I began to gently

stroke her abdomen, sometimes lightly, sometimes firmly. Her abdomen felt softer and more comfortable than her waist. Her

breathing quickened with my movements, but she didn't stop me. So I slowly moved upwards, and finally, I

touched her breasts! They weren't large, just big enough to be held in one hand; they weren't as firm as a young girl's,

but they didn't feel saggy either, and actually felt even better to the touch. Her breathing became increasingly rapid, and as I

stroked her breasts, my erection naturally hardened, pressing against her buttocks. Just as I was about to take further

action, my mother suddenly grabbed my hand that was stroking her breasts, turned around, and before I could react,

pressed my head against her breasts. Then she hugged me, stroking my head, and said, "Sleep." With

my head buried between her breasts, the instant I smelled her scent, my desire inexplicably

vanished. Hearing her words, I hummed in response and slowly drifted off to sleep.

I woke up at nine in the morning, sunlight streaming into the room through the curtains. Still half-asleep, I

wondered if last night's events were a dream. But when I looked down, I realized it was all real.

Somehow, last night I was lying in my mother's arms, and now she was peacefully lying in mine

. I looked at this woman in the sunlight: long, flowing hair, a smooth forehead,

features that weren't conventionally beautiful but were delicate, and fair skin that looked so soft in the sunlight. Although time

had etched fine lines around her eyes, everything seemed so harmonious. I never imagined that

one day, my mother, who I used to see as ordinary, would appear so dignified and beautiful. I

understood; it was because I had truly fallen in love with this woman. Thinking this, I breathed a sigh of relief,

because the problem that had been troubling me for so long had disappeared. Although it was a little regrettable that I hadn't truly been with my mother last night,

I didn't regret it, because I knew there would be plenty of opportunities in the future.

Thinking of this, I felt an urge to kiss my mother. So I leaned down and gently

kissed my mother's forehead.

She probably felt my touch; her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Just as I had been at first, she was also confused about the situation. When she realized she was in my arms

, she jumped out of my embrace like a startled rabbit. Her face flushed

, she looked at her feet and said, "I'll go make breakfast, you get up quickly," before running off. I lay in

bed watching this scene, feeling both amused and deeply touched.

All day, my mother didn't dare face me and didn't say much. I understood she was just

shy . After last night, I knew she was mentally prepared; she just needed to break

the ice. But now I was troubled about how to find an opportunity to do so. I kept thinking about

this until after dinner, when my mother suddenly said, "Can you come and sleep with me again tonight?"

Hearing this, I was momentarily stunned, then quickly nodded with a silly grin. Seeing my state, my mother

gave me a reproachful look, her expression incredibly charming.

I quickly finished my shower and went to my mother's door. Opening it, the scene inside was the same as last night. But

this time, I didn't need to test her reaction. I didn't turn off the light; I went straight to her from behind and began

to caress her as I had last night. When her breathing became rapid, I turned her over so she lay on her back on the bed

and began to undress her. My mother's eyes were still tightly closed, but the movement of her eyes beneath her eyelids showed she was still

awake ; she understood what was happening. Just as I finished removing her top, my mother suddenly said, "

Can you turn off the light?" I said softly and affectionately, "No, I want to see every inch of your skin clearly."

My mother said nothing more. As her clothes were removed one by one, my excitement grew,

even surpassing my excitement when I first had my girlfriend. Finally, when I saw my mother's naked body

, even I, with all my experience, couldn't help but gasp: her fair breasts, like two inverted bowls, adorned

with two deep red cherries, looked so alluring under the soft light; then, further down, I could

see the place where I was born, where the grass grew lush and neatly symmetrical; her labia weren't

the dark color of a typical middle-aged woman's, but rather a reddish-brown, perhaps because my father was rarely home and she used them less

. Unlike the shyness of a typical young girl, my mother now felt like a peony in full bloom. I

quickly stripped off my own clothes. Holding my already incredibly erect penis, I went to my mother's

vulva, which was already dripping wet. Just as I was about to launch my attack to reclaim lost territory, my mother suddenly opened her eyes and looked

at me, saying, "Do you really understand what you're doing?"

I didn't answer her directly; I just looked at her with a determined gaze, then lowered my head and kissed her.

Then I went straight for the heart of the matter, returning to my hometown of over twenty years ago.

The moment I entered, I almost lost control. I couldn't believe how

tight , and the stimulation of making love with her was so intense that I almost couldn't control myself. I quickly took a deep breath,

suppressing the urge, and waited until I felt much better before preparing to thrust. But then I suddenly realized that my mother

's vagina was tightly gripping my penis; she had already orgasmed. It seemed that not only me, but my mother had also

felt the stimulation of mother-son intimacy and couldn't help but orgasm. After her orgasm, my mother appeared very languid, her face

flushed with the rosy glow of orgasm, making her even more radiant. Ignoring it all, I couldn't hold back any longer. So, disregarding

my mother's began to thrust forcefully, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. And so,

after 30 minutes of intense struggle, as I brought my mother to orgasm for the third time, I also

deeply ejaculated into her uterus.

That night, my mother and I remained sleepless.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/197763.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=197763&aspx=1

Previous Page : That year, my English teacher girlfriend and I

Next Page : [Double Hibiscus] Chapter Three: The Mute Girl Presents a Picture

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

[The Mother Training Plan] Chapter Two

comment Open a new window to view comments