[The Rise of a Sex Demon: My Story with My Mother] (Part 1)

The first and most frequent woman everyone encounters is their mother, and I'm no exception. My mother
has an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and double eyelids; she's very beautiful. Despite being over forty, she looks only thirty-two or thirty-three.
Whenever my mother and father walk together, people don't believe she's my father's first wife. You can
tell from that how beautiful and youthful my mother was.
My mother 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 father used to buy a lot of breast enhancement bras. (PS:
I accidentally found a photo of my father 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 the result of later breast enhancement bras.) During the Cultural Revolution, our family was poor, so my mother'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 were large enough that
you couldn't tell she had ever given birth.
Sometimes, when Mom is home, she wears loose underwear and a dress, especially when she's just sitting up in bed . Her left leg is slightly to the left, while her right leg is upright and supporting her weight. At these times, I occasionally 　　glimpse her thick, fleshy labia
through the loose fabric of her underwear . They're so big, so plump, so fleshy! Just one look makes 　　my heart race. I don't dare look too long, but I occasionally pretend to glance over casually, and Mom doesn't notice. 　　Sometimes I also peek at Mom showering through the window, but that's not enough. I can 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 mom 　　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 mom 　　, grabbing her breasts and squeezing my other leg between her legs, pressing against her vulva. At first, my mom 　　wouldn't let me, 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 coming home during winter and summer vacations. I always 　　fantasized about having the opportunity to enjoy my wonderful mother. When I was little, I asked my mom where I came from, and 　　I really didn't know. My mom answered that I came from her belly. When I grew up, I learned that I 　　came from my mother's womb, from her narrow vagina. Knowing this, I always had this thought: since I came from there, I 　　must go back and see. I always looked forward to that opportunity. 　　The year I graduated from high school, it was the end of the stress of the college entrance exam and three years of hard work, a time of sudden relaxation for 　　two or three months. My parents usually lived on the construction site, while I lived in the residential area several kilometers away. 　　My parents would drive back and forth between the construction site and the residential area. 　　One evening, I decided to walk to my mother's construction site to play. When I arrived, it was already seven or eight o'clock, 　　almost dark. My parents were surprised and happy to see me. They asked me why I had come, and I said that 　　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 construction site, it was difficult to arrange a bed. Later, my mother, 　　worried that I wouldn't sleep well, arranged for me to sleep in the same bed as her, while my father shared a bed with the other workers. The room 　　, about ten square meters, contained only one bed. It wasn't a communal room; it was a makeshift shelter I'd built myself on the construction site. 　　I was overjoyed. I was 18! Didn't she know 　　how inappropriate it was for her to sleep with a son like that? Back then, I was a horny, impulsive young man. I'd seen a lot 　　of porn, but I'd never lost my virginity, and I really wanted that kind of thing. This made me both surprised and delighted, a strange 　　emotion welling up inside me. I couldn't help but think that tonight would be 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 depressed; it had nothing to do with the kind of "vacuum dress" I'd fantasized about. The daytime work at the construction site was 　　exhausting, so Mom fell asleep as soon as she got into bed. I lay next to her, my mind racing, unable to 　　sleep. I wanted to secretly touch her body, but I was afraid she'd wake up suddenly, and I was terrified of the consequences. 　　I secretly peeked at my mother. Although she was over forty, her skin was still incredibly fair, and her two large 　　, beautiful breasts, in particular, made my blood boil. Just as I was thinking about how to make my move, my mother's snoring 　　gave me a standard for judging 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 hard 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 much to my vigorous caresses 　　, 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 and fell 　　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 put them back on 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 touched the first spot—
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 gone 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, again
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, the clitoris actually hardened 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 by 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
go further in. I knew that was my target—the vagina. At that moment, the vagina wasn't lubricated, and
inserting it directly would be too difficult; I was worried it would wake Mom.
So I used my middle finger to repeatedly slide up and down the crevice, stimulating the vagina. After about a minute,
I felt some moisture coming out. Haha, I slowly inserted my middle finger into that seemingly bottomless hole, about one
knuckle in, and then 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, and I inserted my entire middle finger all the way in. At that moment, I felt my entire middle finger
surrounded by warm flesh; it was so warm, slightly warmer than body temperature. It was very slippery, very wet, and very tight.
Is this the place I've always dreamed of? Is this where I was born? I finally got one finger back
, and it felt so good. My underwear was soaked. My middle finger was completely inside
, but I hadn't even touched the cervix yet. 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 frequency and pressure until I could hear a splashing sound
. Mom still didn't react. I guess she must have been reacting in her sleep.
After playing with different techniques for half an hour, I increased the pressure and frequency. 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 being 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 a deep sleep would
be slow to react to external stimuli that could wake them. If the external force suddenly disappeared, she probably wouldn't notice
the change in her environment, wouldn't notice her pants were loose, wouldn't notice my hand was still inside her vagina. So,
feeling guilty, I stopped what I was doing and made myself appear asleep. I didn't move.
Mom woke up, shifted slightly, and didn't snore. This lasted for about a minute.
My heart was pounding for that entire minute. I was terrified Mom would find out what I'd done. I guess my fear worked
; without any external force, Mom 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, didn't notice her pants were loose, and didn't realize my middle and index fingers were already inside her,
completely still.
A minute later, she was fast asleep again, snoring. I was sweating with anxiety. After Mom fell asleep, I figured
it was impossible for me to have completely pulled down my pants and done that without her noticing, given how she was wearing those jeans.
So I cleaned up all the marks, zipped up my zipper, and buttoned up my pants. Then I happily fell asleep too. The next day, everything was fine
.
Mom really didn't know anything, and of course, I didn't tell her.

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