Let me tell you about taking a bath with my mom last summer vacation (a true story).

First, let me state that this story comes from Baidu Tieba, authored by gujichuanab. I pay tribute to the author. This is my first post, so please forgive any inappropriate content. Let
me introduce myself: I'm 20 years old and 171cm tall, and my mother is 42 and 168cm tall. I won't mention where we live; let me start reminiscing about last year. First, I must say that I didn't get to sleep with my mother—she absolutely refused. There were some ambiguous and inappropriate actions. Just a
little hint: my hometown is one of China's three "furnace cities" (cooking stations known for their extreme heat). Last summer, my mother and I stayed at my maternal grandmother's house for over a month. I've been back to my grandmother's house countless times, but last summer was the most enjoyable and unforgettable one. I'm still incredibly excited about it!
My grandmother's house is very poor; they still live in brick houses, and they raise pigs in pens and ducks in fenced enclosures. Taking a bath in winter is the most painful experience, though summer is a little better. Because you have to use the toilet, which in rural areas doesn't have a septic tank; it's just a large pit dug in the ground with bricks built up to divide it into several squatting sections. While it's not like the floor is overflowing with excrement, it's incredibly smelly. My maternal grandmother is a true empty-nest elderly person. It was a little better when my cousins were in school, but during winter and summer vacations, their uncles would take them away.
Last year, when I came home from school, my mother took me to my grandmother's house, saying it was to escape the summer heat and spend time with her. I didn't object much, because I'm very close to my grandmother; she raised me until I was twelve before I returned to the city. My grandmother's house is a detached house with a small river in front, and large bamboo groves behind and on both sides. When I was little, I was most afraid of going out to the toilet at night—I was terrified of the dark. Even now, I'm still very afraid of walking alone on country roads at night, even though I'm a man. Coincidentally, my mother is also very afraid of the dark; she's been afraid since childhood, and now she's even more afraid than I am. This is the main reason why I still have the opportunity to shower with my mom even at my age.
I won't go into the trivial details of my trip back to my grandma's house, but I'd like to share with you, my friends who like mature women or your own relatives, about my experience of showering face-to-face with my mom. The first night back at my grandma's house, my mom and I showered in the toilet, separately, of course. It was a terrible experience. Even though we were clean, I still felt smelly because the stench from the toilet would constantly get into my nostrils, and the water splashing on the toilet floor would then fall back onto me, making me feel particularly nauseous. Even I, a grown man who isn't a germaphobe, couldn't stand it, let alone my mom. After showering, while watching TV in the main room, my mom complained that my grandma didn't ask my uncle to build a separate shower area.
The second night, my mom really didn't want to shower in the toilet. There was nowhere else to shower except a few stone slabs behind the house, which were next to a bamboo grove, beyond which was a large patch of thorns. It's safe to shower there at night without worrying about being seen by passersby, but Mom is afraid of the dark and doesn't dare to shower alone. Asking Grandma to go with her isn't practical either; she's over seventy and it's not safe
for her at night. In the end, I was the only one who could go with her, so it was just the three of us at home. In college, I often hid under the covers to read incest novels and Japanese mother-son AVs. I have a serious Oedipus complex, so normally I wouldn't dare cross any lines with my mom. At home, I've tried to peek at her showering or have sex with my dad, but I've never succeeded. I never expected to see my mom naked at my grandma's house for over a month, and we even had some minor flirtations and did many things we shouldn't have done, but we never went all the way. I'm usually a rather reserved and timid type, and since my mom absolutely forbade it, I never tried to force myself on her.
Anyway, enough of that, to get to the point, the next night, at my mom's request, I readily agreed to shower with her. And she even thoughtfully prepared hot water (my mom bathes with hot water no matter the season), then took a change of clothes and waited for her to go together. My mom, without any awkwardness, grabbed the clothes, lit a flashlight, and we went to the back of the house. I awkwardly turned around to take off my clothes (don't think I'm bold just because I fantasize about my mother in front of her). My mom, however, wasn't embarrassed at all and naturally stripped herself naked, even teasing me about how she'd seen me everywhere since I was little. A normal man would generally react to a woman's naked body, especially since I was so close to my mom and could smell her pleasant scent. So, naturally, my little brother got erect. My mom has a good figure; her breasts aren't particularly large, but they're not small either. She's the type with long legs and a slightly shorter torso. At her age, she has a bit of extra fat around her waist, but it's not very noticeable when she's standing. In layman's terms, she's about a 70/10.
During the shower, my mom noticed my embarrassment and started chatting with me, ignoring my already erect penis. Although I was a little embarrassed, my inner wickedness prevented me from looking directly at her, but I knew I would definitely steal glances at her breasts and genitals. I'd wanted to sleep with my mom for a long time, but now that it was real, I didn't know how to start, especially in this situation. Even though we were both naked, I still didn't dare to do anything. I could only chat with her, my penis still erect, pretending to be taking a shower, but I was anything but calm. Especially when she rubbed her breasts and genitals, I could almost feel my penis throbbing, my heart pounding. This was a strong signal of wanting to sleep with a woman, and my mom naturally noticed it. She probably thought it was normal for a boy to react this way, just giving my penis a teasing look and ignoring me—yes, teasing, I'm sure. I forgot to mention, the light wasn't strong; the flashlight was on the chair where the clothes were and wasn't pointed at us, but after my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could see clearly.
The dramatic thing is that after showering, I even helped my mom fasten the back clasp of her bra, since she has shoulder periarthritis. I don't know how she usually wears a bra at home; I guess it's my dad. My hands were shaking when I touched her smooth back skin while fastening the clasp. My first day showering with my mom ended tragically like that. Back in my room, I naturally masturbated a lot before falling asleep. I even swore that I would touch my mom anywhere the next night, which was truly what I was thinking at the time.
I'm back, let's continue. Everything I wrote is true, not a single word is false. Treat it however you want. After last summer, my mom and I became much closer than before. Now, I can hug her and take the opportunity to grope her breasts, intentionally or unintentionally touching her private parts.
The next night, I was still very attentive, preparing hot water, and just like the first night, we took off our clothes and chatted while showering. My situation wasn't much better; I still had an erection. You probably can't imagine how uncomfortable it is to be in the shower with a fairly pretty woman, constantly having an erection and being unable to do anything. Even though I made up my mind the night before, I still didn't dare to do anything when the time came. I could only steal glances at my mom's private parts. But nothing is set in stone. If nothing had happened this summer, just a shower with my mom, I wouldn't need to write this. "When you think you've reached the end of the road, a new path opens up." Haha, the ancients were right.
We were chatting while showering when my mom suddenly asked if I had a girlfriend at school. This question caught me off guard. I'm not stupid; I immediately stammered that I hadn't, that I'd never even held a girl's hand. My mom smiled and then asked if I'd ever seen a girl's body. At this point, I wasn't panicked, but rather secretly expectant. I've read so many novels where this scene seems to happen. What's going to happen next? My heart started pounding at an unusually high speed, and I quickly replied, "I've never even held hands, so I definitely haven't seen one." To my surprise, my mom said something that deeply disappointed me. She simply said "oh" and then calmly continued washing. I guess I've lost my mind. How could anything happen between my mom and me? She's my mom, not some other person.
Although a little disappointed, I pretended to be nonchalant while taking a shower. I chatted with my mother casually, stealing glances at the dark smudge on her lower body. I thought it would end like the first night, but my mother suddenly asked me to help her wash her back with soap. My mother has a history of shoulder periarthritis, so she can't bend her arms behind her back. The first night, I was too excited to notice how she washed her back, as I was busy watching her. It came a bit unexpectedly, but this was indeed the beginning of our ambiguous relationship. I didn't want this ambiguity to last forever, because I wanted to take it further. But given my mother's personality, I now know it's very difficult unless I use force or drugs. Sigh... it's so frustrating and painful! When my mother asked me to help her wash her back, I didn't hesitate at all, casually agreeing. Then I pretended to naturally apply soap to her back, deliberately slowing down my movements. After that, I started rubbing with a towel, but at this point, I already had the urge to touch her inappropriately. So while rubbing, I deliberately moved up and down towards my mom's buttocks, trying to get closer to her lower body. At first, I was afraid she would get angry or blame me, so I tried to be careful, pretending to slip onto her buttocks. Unexpectedly, she didn't say a word and continued talking to me. As the saying goes, lust knows no bounds, which probably means men lose their reason in the face of beauty.
Seeing that my mom didn't react, I naturally rubbed her vigorously up and down, focusing on her buttocks. I was completely captivated by her body, but of course, I didn't dare to openly touch her buttocks. Later, after showering with my mom more often, I wanted to have sex with her, but she sternly refused. I asked her why she let me touch her buttocks that night, and she said it was because she thought I was curious and wanted me to understand a woman's body; as a mother, she had a duty to educate her son. Looking into my mom's eyes, I realized that her letting me touch her wasn't for any other reason, but entirely out of love for her son and a desire to educate him.
This time, I couldn't resist and hugged my mom from behind. My erect penis pressed tightly against my mother's arm, and my hands gripped her breasts. It was agonizing; I felt like I was about to collapse. I didn't say a word, only thinking, "Whatever happens, happens!" My mother didn't move either, just held me quietly for about a minute. None of the worst things I expected happened; my wise mother didn't get angry or resist violently. Yes, my mother is wise. I have a mother complex, but I don't want her to retaliate or insult me in this situation. Instead, I received her understanding, and I'm so grateful to my mother! I hugged my mother, and instead of scolding me, she gently asked, "Son, what's wrong?"
This made me a little embarrassed, and I didn't make any further moves. My mother patted my hand and calmly said, "I understand how you feel. You can hug me again if you want. Now let go of me." Looking at my mother from behind, I noticed her face was very red, all the way to the roots of her neck! My mother's gentleness had neutralized all my aggression. I slowly released my mother. Had she resisted fiercely, I, blinded by lust, would never have let go, and might even have raped her. Looking back, I realize how wise my mother was. I
obediently buttoned her clothes, dressed her, and poured out the unused water, avoiding eye contact. My mother, however, acted as if nothing had happened, speaking to me naturally. Her behavior made me feel a little guilty, and for the next few days, I didn't make any further moves when bathing with her. But my thoughts remained. My mother seemed pleased with my behavior. She talked at length about her and my father's youth, recounting how many men pursued her after she graduated from vocational school and how my father eventually won her over.
Several nights passed peacefully, seemingly destined to continue like this. But tranquility doesn't mean the absence of storms; rather, it's brewing a more violent tempest. This phrase perfectly describes what happened next!
That day was exceptionally hot; even the fan felt hot. In the afternoon, dragonflies and swallows flew very low, clearly indicating that rain was coming! My mom and I were unbearably hot and hoped that the heavens would thoroughly wash away the sweltering, humid air. But the rain just wouldn't fall; by dusk, only a few raindrops were sprinkled as a token gesture. The oppressive heat didn't alleviate the suffocating situation at all. After showering that evening, I tossed and turned in my room, unable to sleep due to the heat. After a while, I got up to go sit in the main room. When I arrived, I saw the light was on and someone was already sitting at the table. My mom
was caught off guard. She clearly shuddered when she saw me and asked, "Still not asleep? Is it too hot to sleep?" Well, my mom wasn't wearing a top, only a bra, and a very thin, loose skirt. She wasn't wearing underwear either; the shadows were quite alluring. No wonder my mom was startled when she saw me. Although we had seen each other naked before, it was always in the dark, so we could be more open then. In such a brightly lit place, being seen dressed like this by her son made Mom a little embarrassed!
I pretended not to see him and sat down to talk to her, pretending, but my little brother was already standing at attention. I sat to the side of Mom, not knowing if she saw me. My eyes were fixed on Mom's private parts, and Mom blushed and closed her legs. We chatted casually again. One of Mom's great virtues is that when I do something wrong or inappropriate, she doesn't scold me but forgives me and then guides me. Knowing that I lust after her body, she didn't avoid me too much, and still chatted and laughed with me every night while showering. Her attitude towards me didn't change at all, only slightly avoiding my more inappropriate actions. Just like one of the netizens in this thread said, she is indeed a good woman, so even though she clearly saw me looking at her private parts without any restraint. Mom blushed, but still talked to me seriously, and I pretended to chat with her seriously as well. At the time, I didn't think much of it, but looking back, it seems incredibly strange. My mother wanted to instill correct values about life and sex in me, but I, her filthy son, dared not do anything too outrageous except to visually rape her countless times.
We sat like that for over an hour, then the wind picked up, and large raindrops began to patter against the tiled roof. Finally, the heavy rain poured down. The weather finally cooled down considerably, and my mother, seeing that it was cooler, told me to go to sleep, saying it was late. Then she stood up and walked towards her room. I was also planning to go back to sleep. I inadvertently turned my head to look at my mother, and in the lamplight, her crotch was faintly visible as she moved. This immediately made me abandon the idea of going back to my room. I quickly followed my mother to her bedroom door and hugged her from behind again.
My mother wasn't much shorter than me, and my little brother, unfortunately, pressed against the space between her legs. My blood was boiling, and I brazenly rubbed my mother's breasts. When Mom heard my footsteps, she definitely knew what I was going to do. She didn't say anything, just stood there quietly without trying to take my hands away from her, which had become extremely inappropriate. She simply said softly, "Hold Mom for a little while, then go to sleep. It's late!" I no longer felt the panic I had the first time I hugged Mom. Mom's words were a tacit approval, and I felt reassured. I pushed Mom into her room and closed the door behind me, then my hands began to roam freely, touching her breasts and buttocks all over. Although I'm timid, I naturally amplify what Mom has given me permission to do, a typical case of taking advantage of a little kindness.
I enjoyed touching her, and then I turned Mom around to kiss her. I didn't have high hopes, I just wanted to test it out, and sure enough, Mom turned her head to the side. She tapped my head and said, "That's too much!" She said it so calmly, without a trace of anger. I was stunned; she was still so composed. How strong must my mom's heart be? Even if I couldn't kiss her on the lips, I'd at least pull down her bra and kiss her breasts. At that point, I didn't care about anything else; all I could think about was... Actually, I was still a virgin then. I'd masturbated countless times but had never actually been with a woman. I had absolutely no experience with women. I tried to imitate what I saw in porn, gently biting my mother's nipples with my teeth. I even reached out and touched her genitals. My mother didn't resist or say a word. You get the idea, right? Besides penetrating her, my mother agreed to everything else...
Actually, I was a little guilty at that moment, a bit like someone who usually tries their best to act like a good person, a gentleman, but suddenly becomes hysterical when exposed in front of everyone. I was already hysterical towards my mother then, violently venting my anger by squeezing her breasts hard and rubbing her private parts through her skirt. Several times I tried to lift her skirt and reach inside, but my mother intentionally or unintentionally blocked me with her hand, preventing me from touching her. I had no choice but to touch her through her clothes. It's funny, I had no skill whatsoever, just instinctively touching her, but I never quite got it right. It seems that even the richest theoretical knowledge is no match for real-life experience. Practice makes perfect! Deng Xiaoping's saying, "Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth," is indeed true. My thinking at the time was very naive; I just wanted to learn from those porn stars, to "turn on" my mother's "switch" and go straight for the kill.
Thinking about it calmly, my mother, besides having deep maternal love for me, has no romantic feelings whatsoever, even now. The reason she tolerated and indulged me was because she was worried I wouldn't develop a proper understanding of sexuality and wanted to correct or alleviate my Oedipus complex. Even if my body reacted to her arousal, I would never accept having actual sexual relations with her. So even though I made her face flushed, her nipples erect, and her skirt soaked, when I tried to push her onto the bed and actually take her down, she showed extremely stern and strong resistance. She didn't yell or hit me, but her actions conveyed deep rejection. Naturally, I didn't dare to force her, so I just stared at her blankly. My mother formally called my name and then said that she was telling me to stop because she was doing it for my own good. She said I shouldn't make an irreparable mistake. She emphasized that we were still mother and son, a mother is a mother, and a son is a son. She said she loved and worried about me, which was why she made me do these things, and she hoped I understood her good intentions. I didn't know what to say. I had read novels that described long passages about how to persuade one's mother. But I knew it was useless; those superficial arguments and reasons for persuading one's mother were completely untenable! I also asked her why she let me touch her butt that night, and Mom explained her reasons! After she finished speaking, I felt hopeless. Mom and I were lying on the bed, and Mom was sitting on the edge of the bed. My pants were pulled down below my knees, and Mom's skirt was up to her waist. Her bra was almost torn and hanging down on Mom's stomach. The scene was very erotic, or rather, lewd, but only I knew that Mom would never let me enter her body.
Although I didn't enter Mom's body, I slept in Mom's room that night. Mom sternly rejected me, and I naturally acted very frustrated. My eyes were also very disappointed, but I wasn't actually that disappointed. However, I didn't know how to face Mom, so I put on a "pitiful" attitude. Mom still loved me, and seeing me like this, she didn't say anything more. She got up, found a shirt to put on, and straightened the clothes that I had taken off and messed up. Then she even took the initiative to pull up my pants, cupped my face in her hands, and kissed my forehead. She grinned and said, "Sleep with Mom tonight, it's been years since I slept with you." I forced a smile that looked more like a grimace and naturally agreed. It was all or nothing; at least I got the chance to sleep with my mom! Even though I've always fantasized about my mother and had inappropriate thoughts about her, last summer I still experienced firsthand the greatness of maternal love!
Around 3 AM, I suddenly woke up, unable to sleep soundly. Being rejected by Mom left me a little stifled. So I sat up, took out my phone to check the time, and then, still determined, shone my phone on Mom. She was fast asleep, her legs spread wide. Whether she forgot because of my antics or because Mom doesn't like wearing underwear, her lower body was completely bare; her skirt barely covered her dark bulge. How could I stand that? I quickly turned on the flashlight app on my phone. After some back and forth
, I let go of Mom and brought up the old topic again. I didn't force her; I just asked my mom to let me in. By then, she was already very wet from my licking, and her bottom was glistening with my saliva on the mat. But she still firmly refused, which almost made me cry. Seeing that she wouldn't agree, I continued to work on her private parts. She didn't resist; her legs were wide open, and she didn't resist when I touched her with my hands. However, as soon as I showed any sign of wanting to penetrate her, she would immediately sit up and push me away. (I still regret not forcing her that night. If I had forced myself on her, maybe she would have forgiven me? The next day, she was completely sober and never gave me that chance again.) More than a year later, recalling that night still feels like a dream. The next day, even when I was sober, I still couldn't quite believe that my mom had let me do that all night and made her so wet. But in my memory, that night is so real and clear.
We did it for several tens of minutes, and then I was tired, and so was my mom. I could tell my mom enjoyed me inserting my fingers into her vagina that night, but she absolutely refused to let me use my penis, which really bothered me. After all that, my mom and I relaxed a bit, and I told her I was having trouble ejaculating and made a rather outrageous request: I wanted her to give me a handjob. Surprisingly, she readily agreed. So, I lay down with her on top of me, and with some clumsy movements, I ejaculated in front of her for the first time. It's clear my mom knows what a handjob is. I don't know if she had an orgasm that night; I thought back carefully and there were no signs of one. I even asked her, but she just laughed and didn't answer. That's our relationship now. When it's just the two of us at home, she'll give me a handjob and let me touch her vagina, but she firmly holds onto that last line of defense and won't let go. My dad still doesn't know anything about it. My mom's actions prove she loves me very much and would do anything for me. The mother-son relationship can't be messed up; this last line can't be crossed! She told me all this too. At my grandma's house, my mom gave me handjobs many times, and I made her wet with my own touch many times too. After returning home, my mom became much more sober and only gave me oral sex when I begged her until she was annoyed or when she was in a particularly good mood… This is a true story that happened to me… I've basically given up on my mom's feelings for me… My current goal is to get her to give me oral sex, but I know it won't be easy. Please support me… Thank you all for your support and encouragement, allowing me to vent here. Thank you.

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