Fuck my loving mother's asshole

Chapter 1: The Hazy Days of My Youth
I was born in a place in Northeast China. I can't remember much of what happened when I was a child. I don't know when I learned to "forget," but I know that forgetting doesn't necessarily mean betrayal. However, happy memories of my family and my mother and father constantly surface in my mind, impossible to erase.
When I was very young, my father was a soldier. He was very upright, but also rather rugged and bold, with a touch of male chauvinism. He was stationed at the military base year-round, leading troops and rarely able to return home, only able to come back for a few days during holidays.
Because we were a military family, the local government allocated us a house—a one-and-a-half-room house.
(One room was the main room, and the other half served as a corridor and kitchen.) Housing was scarce then; the local government simply didn't have any extra houses to allocate. My father, being a very upright soldier, didn't know how to navigate the local social landscape, so the whole family had to squeeze into one room.
Later, when I grew up, our family built our own three-story house. My father was very happy and would tell everyone he met, "My son is really capable; we now live in our own little house!" But that's another story.
At night, the whole family slept on a single kang (heated brick bed). I was the only son and the youngest, and my mother doted on me, so I was naturally assigned to sleep at the head of the kang. In winter, the head of the kang was warmer than the other places—anyone who has lived in Northeast China knows this.
My mother would hold me close, and we would share a large quilt. My eldest sister slept next to my mother, and my second sister next to my eldest sister. I began to understand matters of the heart from a very young age. That was because my mother was my sex education teacher.
My mother wasn't considered a beauty; she was about 164 centimeters tall and weighed about 60 kilograms, with measurements of 35-28-36. She had a full bust and a curvy figure, quite voluptuous, but not overweight. Her long, flowing black hair accentuated her smooth, fair skin with a soft glow. Her lips were red and her cheeks round; her full, rounded lips were incredibly sexy. Her eyes weren't large, but they were dark, bright, and alluring. She was the kind of person who, while not immediately strikingly beautiful, would make you want to look again.
Her large, full breasts, rounded buttocks, and firm, firm, elastic thighs, combined to create a mature and undeniably seductive physique.
When my father came home to stay, I often woke up in the middle of the night needing to pee. I would always find my mother not beside me. By the moonlight, I could see my mother and father in bed together, and my father's blanket would constantly move.
I could also hear my parents' rapid breathing. Seeing this, I dared not get up to pee, afraid of disturbing them and getting scolded. Only when they stopped moving, and after a while, would my mother come back and lie down with me, embracing me.
My mother always slept naked at night, and influenced by her, I also slept naked (and I still like to sleep naked to this day). Because my father was stationed in the army most of the time, he rarely came home, and even when he did, he only stayed for a short time. So it seemed that my mother's sexual desire was often unsatisfied with him.
I think this might be because my father didn't have much contact with women while in the army, so whenever he came home and was intimate with my mother, she was never satisfied before he finished quickly. And he didn't care about my mother's feelings and would fall asleep quickly.
When my mother came back to lie down next to me, she always seemed to sigh. Because I didn't fully understand the relationship between men and women at the time, I couldn't fully understand my mother's feelings. When I came back from urinating, my mother would always hug me tightly, let me touch her full, large breasts, and suck on her nipples, which were like grapes.
Her hand reached down and touched my soft little penis. Because I was so young and didn't understand anything, being held in my mother's arms and having my soft penis touched only felt comfortable, but it only helped me fall asleep faster; I didn't think about anything else.
Perhaps because I was young, my mother didn't seem to hide anything from me. What I liked most was secretly watching my mother wash her round, plump buttocks in a basin at night.
Every night, after my mother had settled my sisters and me down to sleep, she would place a basin of hot water on the floor, then take off her underwear, revealing her white, round, plump buttocks, with thick, dark pubic hair between her legs, fully demonstrating her strong sexual desire.
When Mom squatted down, her legs spread wide, revealing her plump, light brown vulva and dark pubic hair. While she washed, I would always see her insert two fingers into her vulva, constantly twisting and probing. Perhaps because of her strong libido and frequent masturbation, her labia were quite large, and her vagina was wide open, exposing the tender red flesh inside. When
she stirred and prodded inside with her fingers, Mom always looked very ecstatic. I would often lie on the kang (heated brick bed) and secretly watch all of this.
Because we shared a room, whenever Mom changed her sanitary pads during her period, she would say to me, "Jun'er, turn around." Then she would start changing the pads. Whenever I secretly turned my head and saw Mom holding the used sanitary pad soaked with menstrual blood, I would feel my heart race, a strange excitement stimulating me.
If Dad was home, Mom would always lie in his bed for a while after washing, and after a while, I could hear their rapid breathing. At first, I didn't understand why, but as I grew older, out of curiosity, I started secretly watching what they were doing.
I remember one summer day, it was very hot. My father was passing through our area with his unit during a field training exercise and stopped by to visit us, staying for two days. That night, as usual, my mother settled us down to sleep, then used a basin of water to wash her round, plump bottom. After washing, she lay down next to me and we shared a thin blanket. I pretended to be asleep without moving.
After a while, my mother saw that my sisters and I were all still and assumed we were fast asleep, so she lifted the blanket, crawled over to where my sisters were sleeping, and slipped into my father's blanket, naked. As soon as my mother left, I secretly opened my eyes and watched her, naked, crawl into my father's blanket. After she got in, she also buried her head in his blanket, and soon I heard my father's breathing become rapid.
Then Dad pulled back the covers, and I saw Mom sucking on his big, hard penis with one hand, while her other hand was on her own thick, fleshy vulva. The light shone on Mom's plump, round buttocks, and the dark pubic hair on her thick vulva glistened. Glistening liquid flowed from her buttocks, and her entire plump vulva was wet with the flowing juices.
At this moment, Dad pulled his penis out of Mom's mouth, rolled over, and straddled her, pushing her large breasts to one side. At the same time, Mom raised her smooth, round legs high. I saw Dad's buttocks suddenly sink down, and with a soft "plop," his big, hard penis was thrust into Mom's wet, fleshy vulva.
Mom let out a soft "ah," and then Dad stuck out his buttocks and started thrusting his penis rapidly. After a while, we heard a "gurgling" sound, like the sound we usually make when we lick and suck an ice pop.
Because the lights weren't off yet, I saw my eldest sister seemingly watching them secretly, and her hand seemed to be moving back and forth inside, because the blanket covering her was moving slightly. My second sister, however, was sleeping soundly and didn't move at all. I heard my father whisper, "My slutty wife, you're so horny, don't you want me to fuck you?" My mother also said, "Fuck me... I am... fuck me hard..." "Ah... ah... um... um... my good husband... my dear husband... you're making me... ouch... oh... I'm coming..." After about three or four minutes, I heard my mother say, "Oh... don't come out, don't come out, I haven't had my fill yet!" I saw my father thrust twice on top of my mother, and then lay still on top of her. I heard my mother whisper, "Why did you come out? I haven't had my fill yet, it's over so quickly! Sigh!" At this point, my father didn't say anything, seemed very tired, got off my mother, lay down to the side, and quickly started snoring! Mom sighed softly, reached out and turned off the light, climbed over my sister's blanket, and lay down next to me.
After lying down, she ran a hand over me, tightening the blanket around my side. Once the blanket was tidied, her hand naturally pulled me close, and then her entire body pressed against mine. This action caused her high, full breasts to rub against my naked body several times before pressing tightly against me. Mom
had repeated this action countless times. Before, I hadn't felt anything at all. Maybe my penis hadn't grown back then, or maybe I was already very sleepy before falling asleep, and being held in Mom's arms only helped me fall asleep faster; I didn't think about anything else.
But tonight I was unusually energetic, not sleepy at all. I'd just watched them having sex, and I was already very aroused, my penis hard and erect. Now, with my mother's full breasts rubbing against me, I felt a strange, pleasurable sensation, like ants crawling inside me, an itchy, slightly uncomfortable feeling.
I shifted my hips uncomfortably, and perhaps my movement changed my position, because my mother shifted her body, pressing her ample lower body tightly against mine. I felt the soft pubic hair under my mother's body gently tickling my thighs as I moved, a ticklish sensation.
Then, my mother took my hand and placed it on her full breasts, gently pressing it, while her other hand slowly moved across my stomach. But I felt it moving lower and lower, towards my penis.
Perhaps people from Northeast China are generally tall; I was already over 1.5 meters tall by the time I was 19, and a few short, curved hairs had grown on my penis! Whenever my classmates and I went to pee, I secretly peeked at their penises. Their penises didn't have any hair! And mine was actually much bigger than theirs!
During PE class, when we ran, I could feel it rubbing against my thighs inside my pants. Whenever I climbed trees with my classmates, because we were straddling the trunk, my penis was always squeezed. Even through my pants, I could still feel a strange sensation—a feeling that was both uncomfortable and somewhat anticipated.
When my mother touched my penis, I suddenly felt it become even bigger and painfully swollen.
My mother's hand stopped abruptly. I was terrified by this reaction. I was afraid my mother would scold me. In my fear, my penis slowly softened and shrank, and the swollen feeling disappeared.
I had just breathed a sigh of relief when Mom suddenly grabbed my penis and gently stroked it up and down. She pulled me closer to her, murmuring softly, "You little rascal, how did this thing grow so big? Almost bigger than Dad's!" This time, Mom was the one moving; her wet, full lower body pressed against my thigh, rubbing slowly.
My penis, made even larger by Mom's warm hand, which had been limp and crooked before, was now erect and pointing high.
My penis swelled even more under Mom's caresses, and then Mom leaned close to my ear, gently biting my earlobe, making me even more aroused. Then, while one hand gently stroked my penis, the other hand grasped my hand and slid it from my full breasts down to my stomach, until it touched her soft pubic hair.
Those were soft, very thick pubic hairs growing between my mother's legs on her lower abdomen. Because of the vaginal fluid flowing from her large, soft vagina after we had sex, the pubic hairs were sticky and wet. My mother pressed my hand onto her sticky, wet, plump vagina and rubbed it vigorously, softly saying, "It's so itchy, my good son, my sweet son, if only you could relieve my itch." My mother's hand gripped my penis and stroked it continuously. Each stroke brought me a wave of pleasure, a feeling that left my mind blank. My penis was hard and swollen, and I felt like I needed to urinate. Lots of sticky fluid flowed from my mother's thick, plump vagina onto my hand, making it sticky and slippery.
I couldn't bear it any longer, so I gently turned over to face my mother. As soon as she saw me turn over, she stopped moving and pretended to be fast asleep. Seeing her like this, I knew she was actually in great pain. So I whispered in my mother's ear, "Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" My mother immediately looked guilty, her expression stiffening, and she said dismissively, "Nothing. My dear son, why aren't you asleep yet? Go to sleep!" I added, "I wasn't asleep just now. I saw you and Dad doing *that*!" Hearing this, my mother hugged me tightly and whispered, "What did you see?" I touched my mother's plump vulva and said, "I saw Dad's pissing penis inside you! It got so wet from Dad's penetration, and when he came out, you said, 'So fast, I haven't even had my fill yet!'" Hearing this, my mother's body jolted, and she paused for a long time. Then she clamped her round, soft legs tightly around my hand touching her vulva and said, "Silly child, don't...don't..." "Tell others, Mom and Dad are having sex!" I asked, "Does having sex mean the man is on top of the woman and puts his penis in her vagina? Why is that? You seem unhappy. If you're unhappy, why do it?" Mom said, "Well, silly child, how should I put it? Having sex is what people call fucking, it's the man putting his penis in the woman's vagina. Both men and women are happy. Actually, Mom is happy too, it's just that your dad doesn't last long enough. Mom doesn't really feel how long the pleasure lasts before your dad finishes, so Mom is a little unhappy. If we don't do it for a long time, I'll miss it, but your dad is rarely home, and the time he spends with Mom is always very short. So..." After saying that, Mom covered her head with the blanket, feeling very embarrassed. I reached out and stroked my mother's body, innocently saying, "Mom, when I grow up, I'll make you feel good!" As I spoke, I opened my mouth and took her nipple into my mouth, gently sucking on her grape-like nipple. My mother hugged me tightly and said in a voice I could barely hear, "Son, this isn't right... I'm your mother, we're mother and son. If we do this, it's incest, and it's wrong for others to know... Oh!" "No one will know, I really love you, Mom! I don't want to see you in pain, I want you to be happy forever!" After a while, my mother whispered, "Doing that with Mom isn't okay, but you can touch Mom's private parts as you like, only touch. When you touch Mom, Mom feels so happy and joyful!" Hearing this, I used one hand to stroke my mother's full breasts, and the other hand gently kneaded her thick, soft vulva. As I gently stroked her, my mother's genitals involuntarily twitched, and her legs gradually parted, allowing my fingers to probe between them. My fingers blindly entered the plump cleft, and my mother's two thick labia were turned open to the sides under the influence of my fingers.
My mother also kneaded her other breast with one hand. I slowly inserted two fingers into her plump, fleshy cleft, probing and teasing at will. My mother felt an unbearable itch and swelling inside her large, fleshy vulva, her whole body weak and unable to move, her right hand still mechanically kneading her large breast. "Ah! Good boy! So comfortable! Don't stop! It's been so long since I've tasted this! Mommy is yours! My son! Ah!" my mother whispered in my ear. My two fingers entered a warm, sticky place, where there seemed to be a mysterious fleshy hole. Like a little boy playing with a new toy, my fingers curiously probing inside that "hole".
"Hmm...hmm..." My mother's breathing seemed to become more and more rapid under my probing. The hole seemed bottomless, the surrounding fleshy walls were sticky and slippery, and some places seemed to have slight protrusions. I unconsciously began to thrust my fingers in and out inside.
Suddenly, Mom's breathing became more and more rapid. I forcefully dug two fingers into a slightly protruding spot inside her vagina, probably the most sensitive part.
"Oh... um!..." A current surged from her vagina to her uterus; Mom had experienced an orgasm she hadn't felt in years. Her whole body convulsed, biting the corner of the blanket: "Ah! I'm coming! I'm coming!..." "Ah... ah... move! No! Don't... don't touch here! I can't take it... I can't take it... I beg you! Stop! Stop! Ah... ah... ah!" Instead of stopping, I sped up my movements, my two fingers digging and scratching inside Mom's vagina. This caused Mom's whole body to spasm, her legs suddenly closing together, tightly gripping my fingers inside her vagina. I felt the vaginal walls contract rhythmically more than ten times.
Mom seemed to have reached an unprecedented orgasm. The secretions inside her vagina kept gushing out, covering my entire palm with sticky fluid. My mother, panting heavily, rubbed my penis with one hand while kneading her breasts with the other. Her large buttocks swayed in rhythm with my hand touching her plump vulva, from which a constant flow of vaginal fluid seeped out, wetting my arm and the base of my thighs.
"Ah...ah...no more...son...no more...ah...Mom can't take it anymore...ah." My mother said, quickly pressing my hand down to stop me from moving. I didn't care about anything else anymore, and I thrust my hand in forcefully. I felt my hand slip into my mother's large vulva, my hand tightly enveloped by the warm, tender flesh, unable to move any further.
My mother's body seemed to be collapsing, her buttocks shaking violently, and streams of vaginal fluid gushed out, flowing down my hand. At this moment, my mother's hand gripping my penis began to move rapidly and tightly. Although my penis was still very immature, it was not too small, especially the glans, which was purplish-red. The color, as my mother's hand continued to stroke it, turned inside out.
Soon, my penis reached its limit, and I felt a tingling, electric-like sensation at the tip of my glans. An unprecedented pleasure surged from my penis into my brain. My mind went blank, and streams of uncontrollable fluid gushed from my urethra, all "peeing" onto my mother's hands and thighs… I don't remember much after that night, only vaguely recalling that after "peing," I quickly became sleepy. I felt my mother, seemingly exhausted, pull my hand out of her large, plump vagina, then tightly embrace me. In my
hazy state, I felt my mother softly say to me, "Don't let anyone know what happened just now, not even your sister. Understand?" Although I didn't understand why my sister couldn't know, deep down I still thought it was best not to let her know; it was a secret between my mother and me. So I nodded, finally falling asleep in my mother's arms. Before falling asleep, I felt my mother still holding my penis, which was slowly beginning to rest with its owner, and playing with it…
[The End]

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