【Mom's River of Love】(01)

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The image of full, round
breasts, thick pubic hair, and two wet, pink labia lingered in my mind, and my grades
plummeted from then on.
My life became a rollercoaster ride. As I mentioned before, I'm a spontaneous person. Since
my grades were falling due to special circumstances, I figured I might as well accept it. I thought everything
gets boring eventually, and these pornographic magazines would eventually become just a memory, and my studies would improve again.
Unfortunately, I underestimated the sacred, innate nature of sex. Throughout junior high, I was obsessed
with everything related to sex. I even secretly studied the *Su Nu Jing* and *Jin Ping Mei*, to the point that I
memorized all 72 positions and 36 types of sexual acts. Not to mention, I
went from reading pornographic books to watching pornographic videos. A seed of obscenity was deeply planted in my heart.
Mature women, lolis, stockings, SM, incest… all sorts of Japanese culture flooded my brain, and I was completely
obsessed.
It's actually quite funny, really. During my adolescence, I didn't know anything about sex, let alone masturbation. Every time
I had an erection, I was terrified and afraid of being seen. I think
it's the same as a girl getting her first period—people are always afraid of the unknown and new things.
Things took a turn for the better later on, and it changed my life. I clearly remember it was
Friday. Since the next day was Sunday, I didn't go to bed early. I watched TV until after 11 pm and still wasn't sleepy
. Because my mother was a night owl and couldn't sleep, I had to turn off the lights and go to bed.
But even after lying down, I couldn't fall asleep. A teenager like me has a lot of energy, especially since I had made plans with my friends
to play CrossFire the next day. I was quite excited, since CrossFire was a wildly popular game from many years ago.
So, while trying to fall asleep, I was also thinking about which internet cafe to go to.
I had been asleep for a while when I vaguely heard voices around me. As an aside, back then my family hadn't
moved into an apartment building yet, and I wasn't sleeping in a separate room from my parents, so I usually slept on the kang (heated brick bed). Therefore, I
could hear any noise around me clearly.
I wasn't sleeping soundly, so I didn't pay much attention. "Son
, are you asleep?" It was my mother's voice. "Yes, yes, don't worry, honey," was my father's voice, followed by the sound of him pushing and shoving the covers.
Curious, I instantly became fully awake, but I didn't move, pretending to be fast asleep. I even snored a few times
to indicate I was asleep and that they could do whatever they wanted.
While they were talking, I quietly turned to the side and twisted my head to try and see what they were doing. My father pulled
back the covers and climbed onto my mother, pinching and rubbing her breasts. Since the light was off, I
couldn't see what my father was doing, but I heard smacking sounds and I seemed to understand what was going on.
There was no foreplay like kissing in adult films. After fumbling around for a while, Dad seemed to be looking for a condom
before turning on the light. Incandescent bulbs aren't as glaring as energy-saving bulbs these days.
The moment the light came on, I thought they'd discovered me, so I didn't dare breathe and nervously closed my eyes tightly,
listening intently. I guess my parents hadn't really noticed me at the time. After a while, Dad, wearing a condom, started getting down
to business with Mom.
The man's heavy breathing mixed with the woman's muffled moans made me feel relieved, and I slowly opened
my eyes. The heated kang beds in northern China are quite large, so the two of them, with their backs to me, leaned against each other comfortably. The
moment I opened my eyes, my heart was beating even faster than before.
Dad's penis wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. It wasn't as big as a European's, but it was much better than a Japanese's. His condom-covered
penis was moving in and out of Mom's vagina at a fairly fast pace.
The sounds of "plop" and "plop" echoed repeatedly. I could clearly see a trickle of
moisture from my mother's genitals, her wet pubic hair tangled and clumped together, even staining the sheets.
From my line of sight, I could see my mother's upper body; her slightly purplish nipples glistened
under the light as my father occasionally sucked on them, and her full breasts and erect nipples, combined with her slightly
flushed, half-closed face, drove me wild.
So this is what sex is like! Seeing is believing, the ancients were right; no matter how lavishly videos and books describe it,
nothing beats the thrill of reality.
My father placed his hands on either side of my mother's pillow, thrusting his hips hard every now and then, and my mother responded with moans and groans
, her deliberately suppressed sounds to avoid waking me, which made me blush.
There weren't many fancy sexual positions, nor any elaborate "old tree with intertwined roots" or "Guanyin sitting on a lotus," just the most traditional missionary position.
With a few rapid, angry roars from my father, everything returned to calm.
The moment he pulled out, I forgot my predicament, straining my eyes to stare intently at
the point where my parents' bodies met. With a soft "pop," like pulling a cork, my father's penis slid limply out
of her vagina, revealing my mother's bright red vulva, like a cherry blossom.
That was the first time I made a shocking decision. If my father could penetrate that wet, half-open
hole, why couldn't I? One day, I would straddle my mother and fuck her hard—no,
not just once. I would bring my mother unprecedented pleasure, fucking my good mother every day.
After finishing, Dad tied a knot in the condom and wrapped it in toilet paper. He then used Mom
's blue underwear to wipe her genitals, crumpled it up, threw it in a corner, turned off the light, and went to sleep
. Soon, his familiar snoring began.
Finally able to turn over, I almost cried out. Partly because maintaining that sleeping position for so long had restricted blood flow and
made me stiff and uncomfortable, and partly because my underwear was wet, like I'd peed—a feeling I
'd never experienced in my entire teenage years.
What I'd witnessed that night left my mind a jumbled mess. I knew I was born because of what my parents had done
, but the incestuous nature of Japanese culture, coupled with the urge to speak of it, made me incredibly embarrassed. Thinking about
the decision I'd made that night, I, a middle school student, was truly confused.
The next morning, I didn't even leave the house, let alone play games. After my parents went to work, I
picked up Mom's underwear from the corner. It was still wet and sticky inside, the blue and white striped underwear wrinkled and
slightly yellowed in the center. A gurgling sound came from my throat as I pressed my mother's panties tightly against my face. They smelled wonderful, so fragrant! Especially after
I licked the center of the panties repeatedly with my tongue, the sweat and vaginal secretions from her genitals
mingled with the love fluid and urine left from my time with my father yesterday. That smell is still
unforgettable. If even what comes out of my body smells so good, how much better must my mother's vagina smell?
The fishy and pungent smells stimulated my nose and taste buds. Finally, I put the entire panty in my mouth and
sucked hard on the panties soaked with my mother's fluids.
This was the first time I had ever masturbated using a woman's underwear. In my mind, one moment I was my father, vigorously working on my mother
, the next I was a man in an AV licking a woman's genitals, only the protagonists were my mother and me.
A wave of pleasure washed over me as I rubbed my glans hard against my mother's blue panties, and streams of semen shot
onto the panties, completing my first time.
As I stuffed the underwear back in its place, I forgot that Dad had brought a condom yesterday. Therefore,
what happened when Mom came home that evening remains vivid in my memory.
Dad had gone to work overtime, and Mom, who works at a kindergarten, got off work at five o'clock
. When she got home, she cooked dinner and did laundry, then took out the underwear she had left in the corner the night before. While watching TV after dinner, I accidentally turned around and saw
Mom standing there, not doing laundry, silently staring at the white liquid on the unfolded underwear, motionless.
That's it, that was my first thought. Dad wasn't home all day, and he couldn't possibly have used Mom's underwear to masturbate
, so the only one left must be me, her pampered only child.
Mom froze, her mind completely blank. What should she say? Where did she even begin? For a moment, besides
the sounds from the TV, I nervously awaited my fate.
My mother isn't tall, so she was immediately drawn to my father, who was 1.8 meters tall. With her long, flowing hair,
she gave off a gentle and delicate first impression. She had a cheerful personality and rarely got angry. Even when wronged, she usually kept quiet
. Plus, having gone to university, she was a true intellectual beauty. Incidentally, she was the most beautiful girl
in her history department—her looks were undeniable.
Yet, this short woman, only 1.6 meters tall, could unleash a fury that even my father couldn't handle, let alone me.
The calm before the storm is the most comforting, but also the most nerve-wracking and challenging. So, after being slapped by my mother, I naturally
relaxed.
I thought I was about to be scolded, but instead, my mother, regretting her actions immediately, hugged me tightly, tears
streaming down her face. For a moment, I was stunned.
Instinctively, I reached out and hugged my mother back, but suddenly a wave of self-loathing washed over me. How could I treat
the mother who gave me life and raised me like this? Wasn't I worse than an animal?
Burying my head in my mother's chest, I didn't harbor any sinful thoughts. Mother and I cried together for a long time, and
my mother didn't mention the underwear incident at all. The matter was temporarily put aside. Little
did I know that this was only the beginning of the whole affair, and the consequences were something I never expected.

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