Son and Mother (Full Story)

Son and Mother (Complete Story)
When I was in junior high school, due to historical reasons, the four of us had to squeeze into a small house of less than 40 square meters. My father slept in a small bed by himself, while my mother, brother, and I shared a large bed. My uncle had recently returned from military service and was working as a low-level official in the city's procuratorate.
My grades in elementary school weren't bad, but due to illness, I couldn't attend junior high and could only study at a third-rate school. At the beginning of junior high, influenced by the school environment, I spent all my time playing and reading martial arts novels during class.
The first year passed, and my grades couldn't keep up, so I was forced to repeat a grade. In the second year, although I still sometimes read martial arts novels, I paid much more attention in class. I only read one or two martial arts novels in my spare time, and my grades were worlds apart from the first year.
My father was a truck driver and was home at most one week a month. My mother took care of everything at home, but she worked as a waitress in a collective restaurant in the county. After work, she still had to do housework, so she had no free time at all. She would fall asleep as soon as she got into bed.
Despite their busy schedules, they were overjoyed by my transformation. Right after the first semester ended that year, I joined the Youth League and became the subject representative for both chemistry and physics—a position only achievable by top students. That was the rule at my middle school; I don't know about other schools.
My mother was constantly smiling with happiness. I got whatever I wanted, and although our family wasn't wealthy, she tried her best to satisfy me.
One Sunday, as usual, I went to the bookstore to see if there were any new martial arts novels. I planned to borrow one or two to pass the boring Sunday.
But back then, not many people used the internet to write novels; it was always the same few authors. Finding a new book was difficult. The owner said they didn't have any, so I planned to find one or two good old books to "review," but after looking around, I couldn't find anything I liked. In the end, I could only find those books that I had previously categorized as "trash" or "not good."
As I flipped through the pages, a particular scene suddenly caught my eye—it was like a modern-day erotic martial arts novel, though back then the descriptions weren't as detailed, but it was still captivating enough, since I'd never read anything like it before.
I blushed as I read a section and decided to borrow it.
That day, I flipped through the book several times, focusing only on the sex scenes, and even masturbated afterward. That night, after turning off the lights and going to sleep, I looked at my mother's breasts as she slept soundly beside me. The scenes described in the book kept replaying in my mind, and for the first time, I felt that women were incredibly attractive.
The next day at school, my eyes kept darting to my female classmates; I couldn't concentrate on the lessons at all.
From then on, I frequently went to rental bookstores to read novels of this kind, and I also masturbated often. Before long, my grades plummeted like a falling elevator. My teacher talked to me several times, but it had no effect. Finally, my mother visited my home. She was very angry and asked me why, but could I tell her?
One summer night, after my mother and brother fell asleep, I started masturbating again, fantasizing about the scenes in the book. But I had probably fantasized too many times, and the stimulation wasn't enough. Half an hour passed, and I still couldn't ejaculate. I didn't know what to do; I tossed and turned in anxiety.
Let me elaborate: my apartment is 40 square meters. My father, mother, brother, and I share a bedroom with two beds, one large and one small. My father sleeps alone on the small bed, while my mother, brother, and I sleep on the large one. My brother sleeps at one end of the bed… and my mother and I sleep at the other end.
I can hear my mother's deep breathing as she sleeps. Having slept with her on this side for so many years, I know that once she falls asleep, it's very difficult to wake her because she's so tired, having to work and do housework.
I decided to do what I did when I was a child: place my feet on top of my mother. The difference was, back then it was for comfort, and now it was for my little brother's comfort. I gently shook my mother twice; she didn't move, only letting out deep breaths.
I placed my left foot on top of her right, and my little brother against her left thigh. It felt so good! I closed my eyes and gently swayed and rubbed myself. It felt much better than using my hand. In less than ten minutes, I ejaculated, feeling incredibly good. I fell asleep on top of my mother like that.
The next morning, I looked at my shorts guiltily, afraid my mother would find out, but nothing seemed amiss. The heat and the fan had dried them long ago.
From then on, I stopped masturbating. I would only release my pent-up desire on top of my mother while she slept. My mother didn't know. Because I stopped masturbating, I slept very soundly after releasing my pent-up desire on my mother's legs every night, and I could concentrate better in class, so my studies improved.
My brother trains on the school basketball team and is exhausted every day, almost as tired as my mother. He falls asleep as soon as he gets into bed, which is a blessing for me, haha. My mother does complain a little about me lying on top of her every morning when I wake up, but what can I do? I'm the youngest in the family and a good student, so a little coaxing and she ignores me.
That night, I was on top of my mother again, my little brother rubbing against her thighs, my hands gently caressing her breasts.
Her breasts slowly hardened, and her breathing became rapid, but she still didn't wake up. After a long while, I felt a tingling sensation in my spine, and my little brother twitched violently—I ejaculated.
But I still felt unsatisfied. I lay on top of my mother again, but my crotch was wet and uncomfortable. I got up, took off my shorts, threw them on the bedside table, and, naked, wanted to lie on top of my mother again.
But suddenly, my mother bent her left leg. I was startled, thinking she had woken up, but she continued to breathe soundly as if in deep sleep. Upon closer inspection, I realized my shorts were lying near my mother's feet, the wet crotch pressed against her leg. She felt uncomfortable and had bent her knee.
But this made it impossible for me to continue pressing down on her. I tried to lower her leg, but I was afraid to do so too hard, lest I wake her. I couldn't lower it, and I was sweating profusely, staring at her knee, unsure what to do.
Suddenly, an idea struck me. I inserted my penis into her knee joint, supporting her calf with my left hand and her thigh with my right, gently lifting her leg and pressing it slightly inwards, thus clamping my penis between her thighs. I then gently began to thrust.
The tight grip of her beautiful legs on my penis felt so good! I thought to myself, this is what sex must feel like, much better than just pressing down on my mother's thighs to release my pent-up desire. Watching the flesh of her beautiful legs fold and ripple with my movements was incredibly stimulating!
After about a hundred thrusts, I couldn't hold back and ejaculated again, a rapid stream of milky white semen spraying out, most of it landing on the mosquito net, and a small portion on my mother's other snow-white leg.
A wave of drowsiness washed over me, and I gently released my mother's thighs. Perhaps because I had bent her legs for too long, she straightened them as soon as I released her. Without even putting on shorts, I lay on top of her and fell asleep as usual.
The next morning, I found myself wearing shorts, not the same ones from the night before. The mosquito net had been taken down, and my mother was looking at me with a slightly strange expression. My mother was always the first one up in our house every morning; she would make breakfast before waking us.
I was stunned. "Mom must have found out!" Of course she had
. There was a large yellowish substance on the mosquito net and on my legs when I woke up in the morning, and I was lying naked on top of her.
After breakfast, my brother went to school an hour earlier than me to practice basketball.
My mother sighed and said to me, "Your brother isn't cut out for studying, so your father and I sent him to train in basketball so he can go to a sports school in the future. Your physique isn't as good as your brother's, so you need to focus on your studies and not think about other things. Your task now is to study hard."
I bowed my head and responded with a soft "yes." My mother seemed to want to say something, but didn't. I quickly finished my breakfast and fled to school. I didn't dare think about anything today...
For several days, I didn't dare to sleep on top of my mother, let alone touch her legs. But after a week, I couldn't hold back any longer; a week of holding back was unbearable.
That night, I guessed my mother was asleep, and my brother was even more sound asleep. I gently touched my mother, but there was no response. I impatiently pressed myself against her, rubbing my penis against her.
This time, I dared not use her legs to penetrate her vagina like last time. After ejaculating three times, my crotch was completely soaked. After I finished, I fell asleep immediately. Now, I dared not sleep on top of my mother again. I had only
been asleep for a short while when I suddenly felt someone pulling down my pants. I groggily opened my eyes and saw it was my mother. I was immediately startled awake; my pants were now covered in semen!
I stammered, "Mom..."
Mom snorted, tossed a clean pair of underwear onto my bare penis, and said in a low voice, "Put it on yourself, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"
Then she took my wet, semen-stained underwear to the bathroom. So Mom wasn't asleep...
The next morning, I secretly glanced at my mother. She seemed the same as usual; it seemed she wasn't angry with me. That meant I could still...
Finally, after my brother fell asleep, I eagerly pressed myself against my mother again. This time, I didn't even bother to check if she was asleep. I had thought about it during the day. I was the most beloved son in the family, my studies made my mother happy, and my performance at school made her proud in front of relatives and friends. Even if she didn't like it, she wouldn't be too angry with me.
If she were, she would have given me a good scolding for the time I sprayed on her beautiful legs. Sure enough, when I pressed myself against her legs, she moved slightly, but then let me.
I pressed my penis tightly against my mother's thigh, nestled my head near her ear, inhaling her scent, and wrapped my left arm around her waist (I was sleeping on her left side). I began to move rhythmically.
Slowly, my hand moved up her waist, eventually reaching her breast. My mother tensed up immediately, and with a swift movement, she slapped my hand away
. I tried again, only to be slapped away again. I had no choice but to obediently hold her waist and move back and forth on her full thighs. My mother closed her eyes, remaining motionless and letting me do as I pleased.
And so, every night, my mother let me hold her, using her beautiful legs to release my pent-up desire.
(Since this is the first time I've written something this long, I forgot to describe what my mother looks like. I was 14 years old that year, and my mother was 34. My mother's face wasn't very pretty, just average, but her figure was very standard due to her frequent physical labor—perfectly proportioned, with large and small areas in all the right places. Giving birth to both of us didn't affect her figure.)
After that, my mother would get out of bed to get me a clean pair of underwear to change into. The dirty ones would be soaked and washed the next day. I had to use two pairs of underwear every day, which was really annoying.
At that time, our family wasn't very well-off. My brother and I only had three pairs of underwear to wash and change into. Moreover, I still liked the feeling of using my mother's legs to penetrate me, but I didn't dare to ask her. After all, I knew that this was already going too far, and if I made such a request again, my mother would definitely get angry.
Finally, the opportunity came. That morning, my mother received a notice from her workplace early and had to go to work early. She cooked breakfast and left, without even washing the underwear I had changed out of the night before. It started raining around noon, and all the clothes we had washed the day before got wet. That night, my brother and I had no underwear to change into when we took a shower.
After my brother fell asleep, I hugged my mother again, wanting to come over, but she wouldn't let me. She whispered, "No more tonight, you won't have any pants to change into if you get wet."
I panicked and hugged her, whispering, "Mom, but I feel uncomfortable, let me do it."
My mother firmly refused and pushed me away. I had no choice but to go to sleep, but I was used to relieving myself before going to sleep every night, so how could I sleep like this? I tossed and turned, and my little brother was almost bursting through my pants.
My mother saw me like this and thought I couldn't sleep without pressing on him, so she let me press on him as usual. But as soon as I pressed on him, she knew that wasn't the case. In the end, my mother had no choice but to let me relieve myself, but only after I took off my pants to avoid getting wet.
I was more than happy to do that, so I quickly took off my pants and pressed myself naked on my mother. But my mother wouldn't let me do it on her thighs, saying that she was afraid of getting her clothes wet, and that I could only do it on her calves. My mother even got up and adjusted her calves to fit me comfortably.
I whispered, "Mom, let me do it myself. I promise I won't get my clothes wet."
My mother thought for a moment and agreed. I excitedly sat up next to my mother, hugging her. "Mom, you're so good."
My mother chuckled and scolded softly, "You little devil! Hurry up, you have school tomorrow."
I knelt beside my mother's outstretched legs, gently stroking her smooth thighs. My little brother was already hard. My mother looked at me shyly and closed her eyes, scolding softly, "You little devil, hurry up and finish! What are you touching me for? I want to sleep."
My mother wanted to lie down and let me play by myself like before, but I stopped her. My mother looked at me in confusion. I told her to put her legs back and hug her knees. My mother did as I did. I knelt in the crook of her legs and pressed my little brother against her knee joint from the side.
Because my mother hugged me very tightly, her thighs and calves were almost one. I pressed against her vulva and tried to insert it the first time but couldn't. My mother realized what I meant and loosened her grip a little to make it easier for me to enter. But I stopped her. I tried to force it in myself, but failed several times. Finally, my mother loosened her grip, letting me in and then tighten my grip again.
I held my mother's legs tightly with both hands, thrusting my hips repeatedly. The feeling was so good, tight and smooth. My mother's legs were just amazing...
After thrusting hundreds of times, my mother felt her legs go numb. I finally ejaculated, a gush of semen shooting onto the inside of my mother's thighs. I groaned softly. It felt so good. My semen flowed down my mother's thighs into her underwear. My mother let out a soft sigh and quickly got out of bed to clean up the gift her son had left on her underwear for the first time.
Since then, I no longer needed to press down on my mother's thighs to release. Every time, I used this method, holding my mother's thighs tightly, and the feeling of my penis thrusting against my mother's knee joints was really great.

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