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Every time I see novels on those pornographic forums, I'm reminded of what happened to me, but I never dared to speak
of it. It wasn't until today, after reading so many novels about incest between mother and son, that I felt
the urge to write about it. By now, you probably know what I'm going to write about. If you're not interested, please
leave.
My name is Xiaomin, a pseudonym. A name is just a label, and I don't think you'll mind. Okay,
enough rambling, let's get down to business. I'm an only child, so my parents dote on me,
especially my grandparents who treat me like royalty. They give me whatever I want. Of course,
I'm also a very ambitious child. I excel in everything, especially academics, where I'm particularly
gifted. You might not believe it, but I consistently achieved perfect scores throughout elementary school, and even now in university, I'm
still at the top of my class. I've always been a good child until my grandparents passed away. Because
my parents had to work, no one was there to take care of me.
After entering junior high, I started hanging out with some of the class bullies. I skipped classes every day, played video games, watched videos, and
wandered around aimlessly. Perhaps because of my strong foundation or a genuine talent for studying, I never fell behind in my studies, and the teachers turned a
blind eye. My family was also unaware. It wasn't until one time, when I got into a fight while playing video games, that
I was reported to the school's neighborhood committee, and my family found out about my behavior at school. Needless to say,
although my father loved me very much, he was also incredibly violent when he hit me, and nothing my mother did could stop him.
From then on, I distanced myself from those bullies and started studying properly. But don't think the story
ends there; it's only just beginning. In the second year of junior high, writing love letters became popular
in my class. I received many love letters from girls. I remember being incredibly excited when I received the first letter from the girl I liked.
Later, we started dating. Perhaps because we were too ordinary, her parents found out about those cheesy love
letters. She complained to the school again, even demanding my expulsion. I was terrified.
My parents were called to the school and criticized for not raising their child properly. When I got home that day, I thought I was going to get a beating again
. But when I got home, my parents didn't say anything. They just told me not to do it again. I promised
them I would study hard, but I still thought it was impossible for me to completely forget her
. I didn't sleep much that night.
The next day, when I got up for breakfast, I noticed my parents' eyes were bloodshot. At school,
during break, the girl gave me a letter. In it, she said she was sorry, and how much she loved me, hoping we could
continue our friendship. I was moved for a moment, but remembering my promise to my parents, I hesitated.
I told her I would give her an answer the next day. That evening at dinner, my dad asked if I had cleared things up with the girl.
Of course, I couldn't tell him what happened that day, or he would kill me. I just told him I didn't have a chance to tell him.
Dad nodded and didn't say anything.
After dinner, I watched TV in their bedroom as usual, a really good romantic movie. I watched it until very late.
After it was over, I wanted to go back and masturbate. Oh, I forgot to tell you, I've been masturbating since the first year of junior high. My fantasies
are usually about movie and TV stars. Of course, masturbation isn't very frequent; it happens once or twice a week. I
was thinking of having sex with the female lead on TV. I was about to leave when suddenly, my dad said to me, "Xiaomin, don't go back to sleep tonight 　　. Sleep
here with us ." 　　My immediate reaction was, "Do my parents know about my masturbation habit and don't want me to sleep alone?" 　　So I said without hesitation, "Okay." Maybe I was feeling guilty, which is why I agreed 　　so quickly. Then I thought, "How can the three of us sleep in such a small bed?" "Dad, the bed is so 　　small, it'll be too crowded for three people," I said reluctantly. 　　"It's okay, I'll sleep at your place tonight. Your mother has a lot to tell you tonight," 　　my dad said very seriously. 　　"What is it? Can't you say it now?" I thought Mom was going to scold me tonight, so I didn't want 　　to sleep even more. 　　"I told you to sleep, so just sleep! Why are you saying so much?" 　　It seemed Dad was angry, so I didn't dare to argue anymore: "Okay." I thought I was in for trouble tonight. Dad 　　went out, and I stood there dumbfounded, bracing myself for a scolding. 　　"Xiaomin, what are you standing there thinking about? Come and get some sleep. You have school tomorrow!" 　　"Okay." I climbed into bed, took off my coat, and crawled under the covers, pretending to be asleep, afraid that Mom 　　would scold me. It seemed that Mom didn't intend to scold me; she even covered me with the blanket. We 　　slept like that for about ten minutes. I thought Mom was asleep, and I was overjoyed. I wouldn't be scolded today, but 　　then I realized something was wrong. Dad said Mom had a lot to say to me, but it didn't seem like that was true. 　　"Xiaomin, are you asleep?" 　　I was startled. Why wasn't Mom asleep yet? It seemed I couldn't escape this scolding. "Not yet." 　　Mom lay down on her side, propped her head up with her hand, looked at me, and smiled slightly. "Do you 　　miss that girl a lot?" 　　"No, no, Mom, I won't be silly like that anymore. I'll study hard. Please don't 　　scold me anymore, okay?" 　　Mom smiled again. "Silly child, do you think Mom is going to scold you? Are you so scared? Do you think I'd eat you 　　? I was young once too. I know what you're thinking right now. It's only natural for you to have these thoughts. 　　I'm with you, so I'm not going to scold you this time." 　　I thought Mom was just testing me to see if I would still date that girl. So I said, "Mom, I won't 　　date that girl anymore. I'll study hard. Don't worry." 　　"Heh, can you? At your age, self-control is at its worst." 　　Mom started stroking my hair and looked at me with a strange look. I felt a surge of excitement 　　because I realized that the look in his eyes was similar to how the girls in my class looked at me—a kind of 　　romantic feeling, the kind you see a lot on TV. But then I thought, how could that be? I was really letting my imagination run wild.

Mom continued to stroke my hair, occasionally caressing my face. Her face drew closer and closer,
her breath almost touching my skin. She still looked at me with that same gaze, and although I knew
what I was thinking was unlikely, I couldn't help but imagine it.
Suddenly, Mom kissed me, looking at me with a deep, affectionate gaze—I couldn't tell if it was maternal love or
the kind between a man and a woman, maybe both. I was startled, wondering if it was real, when Mom
kissed my lips, lingering for a few seconds. The feeling was wonderful. My heart was pounding in
my throat; the excitement and joy were indescribable. I looked at my mother. Although
she wasn't exceptionally beautiful, she had a certain charm, and her mature womanly allure was unmatched by my female classmates.
Mom was only 38 years old then, with a rather full figure. Mom looked at me, smiled, lifted the blanket, and began
to unbutton my pajamas.
I could hardly breathe, my heart pounding. Was the sex I'd been longing for about to happen, and
with my beloved mother no less? I couldn't believe it was real, but it was happening. I didn't even
know what a woman's genitals looked like; I desperately wanted to see. I wanted my mother to show me, but I was afraid that
if I asked, she would be unhappy, and everything would be over, so I remained silent. My mother
finished unbuttoning my shirt and started unbuttoning her own. I didn't dare move or say anything; I was terrified that she would change her mind
.
As I watched my mother expose her slightly sagging breasts, my excitement reached its peak.
My mother leaned down and began kissing my lips. My mind went blank; I only remember her tongue entering
my mouth and licking it repeatedly. Next, Mom asked me to touch her breasts. My hands trembled as I reached
out and touched them. They were smooth and elastic. Mom started making "Mmm...Mmm"
sounds. It felt like an eternity, probably because I was so eager to know what intercourse felt like. Even those
less than ten minutes felt like forever. Mom finally started pulling down my underwear, and then she
took off hers too.
I felt like I was ascending to heaven, completely drained of strength, my penis already throbbing as if it were about to burst. I saw
Mom's genitals. Her pubic hair was much thicker than mine; mine was just starting to grow. I never
knew women had pubic hair before; it was truly an eye-opener. Because I was lying down, with Mom straddling my waist,
I couldn't see her genitals at all. When Mom's hand touched my penis, I felt like I was being electrocuted
.
Excessive nervousness made my whole body tremble. My mother held my penis and pulled back my foreskin
. It hurt a little, but the feeling was wonderful. My penis was already very wet and not
dry at all. My mother held my penis and rubbed it against her vulva. The feeling was amazing, especially when I touched
the sticky, warm fluid from her genitals. My whole body felt like it was going to melt. I felt a surge of pleasure
and knew I was about to ejaculate. I tried desperately to hold it in, but I couldn't. So, my semen flowed out
, and my penis started to throb. The glans felt numb, like an electric shock. My mother sensed that I had ejaculated. "Baby,
it's okay. It's like this the first time."
She went to the bathroom and came out already wearing underwear, with a wad of toilet paper in her hand. She
wiped the semen off my body. I hated myself for being so useless. That feeling of loss made
me want to cry. So we lay down to sleep, but I couldn't fall asleep at all. I kept thinking about what had just happened.
Mom seemed to be asleep; she was even snoring. I was unwilling to give up. I hadn't experienced what intercourse felt like.
I thought if I missed this opportunity tonight, I would never have another chance.
I couldn't sleep at all. I used my gloved hand to stroke my penis a few times, and to my surprise, it got hard again. I was overjoyed, knowing I had another chance. But Mom was already asleep
, and I was afraid she wouldn't like it if I woke her up.
But I was still unwilling to give up, so I gently
lifted the blanket, afraid of waking her. I slowly and gently tried to pull down her panties, only managing to pull down the top part, exposing her pubic hair. The bottom part was pressed down and I couldn't pull it off.
I slowly turned Mom over, and that's how I woke her up. I thought she would punish me. "Mom,
I want to—"
But instead, she smiled and said, "You want to do it again, right? Xiaomin, you have school tomorrow. Take care of yourself
."
At that moment, my heart ached, and I actually started to cry. "No, baby, Mom promises you, okay
?"
Mom said anxiously. I felt my pride was hurt, and I cried even harder. Mom sat up,
patted my head, and started kissing my lips and unbuttoning my clothes. I felt like I was going from hell to heaven.
This time, I also put my tongue into Mom's mouth, and we intertwined. Soon we were naked in front of each other
. Mom was on top of me. "Let Mom lubricate you, and you lubricate Mom too."
We ended up in 69. I didn't know what lubrication was, but I didn't dare ask, afraid that if I made a
mistake, Mom would stop.
Suddenly, I felt my penis was wet and warm. I didn't expect Mom to lick my penis with her mouth. I suddenly
understood what lubrication was. Not only that, Mom's genitals were finally fully exposed in front of me. Even
in the dim light of the lamp, I could clearly see two pure petals with small,
red, fleshy bumps covered by skin, like a penis. The scent emanating from there was so exciting
! My heart was pounding. I lifted my head and began licking my mother's vulva with my tongue. It felt slightly astringent
. I licked everywhere—the petals, the peach pit.
Soon after, my mother got up, turned around, straddled my waist, grasped my penis, lifted her
buttocks, and began guiding it towards her vaginal opening. She paused there for a moment, then slowly sat down. Because
my penis wasn't fully developed and was a bit small, it went in easily. The instant it entered
, I finally understood what intercourse was like. The feeling was absolutely wonderful. I felt like I was in heaven, like
my heart was filled with honey—it was indescribable.
My mother was on top of me, moving up and down. She held my hand, gesturing for me to touch her breasts.
After I grasped them, she leaned forward, making soft "ah ah, mmm" sounds. Perhaps
due to the intensity or tension, we were both sweating and flushed. My mother's movements became more and more vigorous; sometimes she would lift her head and close her
eyes, sometimes she would lean down to kiss me. My mind was blank, and I let my mother do as she pleased. Perhaps because I had just ejaculated
, this time it lasted longer.
As our intercourse continued, I felt a tingling sensation in my glans, and I ejaculated again. My mother also let out
a long "Ah!" and I felt her vagina contracting, her whole body trembling. At the time, I didn't know what was happening
, but now I know—my mother had reached orgasm. That's how my mother and I completed our first sexual intercourse,
which was also my first time. I felt incredibly happy at the time.
The next day, I wrote a letter rejecting that girl, telling her that we were still students and our studies should be our
priority, and that we could discuss feelings later. From then on, I often slept with my mother, and my father didn't object. He used my mother to satisfy
me, to keep me from going astray—that was his idea. Actually, I knew that maybe my father's sexual ability was poor
, which was why he came up with such an absurd idea. I learned a lot of sexual techniques from my mother. Now I can
last for hours without ejaculating. My mother used to beg for mercy every time, but now she's always the one initiating, and
I can often bring her to orgasm several times.
[The End
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