On my birthday night, I am no longer innocent.

It was November 11th, 2008, my 10th birthday. It was a double celebration: my father, after years of hard work, had opened his own auto repair shop, officially opening for business on November 11th; and it was my birthday. That evening, my father treated his employees to a celebration at a hotel, which also included my birthday celebration.
The atmosphere was lively; the employees all came to toast my father, and he, being very generous, accepted everyone's toasts. My mother, dressed up carefully, looked incredibly beautiful, almost otherworldly. She has very fair skin, and as the saying goes, "fair skin covers a hundred flaws," and besides, my mother was already beautiful. Standing next to the several dark-skinned employees, she looked like a fairy descended from heaven, making them practically drool.
So, people kept coming up to toast her, making small talk. At first, my mother didn't drink, but later, unable to resist the urging, she had a glass of red wine. My mother doesn't usually drink; she's slightly allergic to alcohol, and her face turns red and her body itches after drinking. Sure enough, after a glass of red wine, Mom's face quickly flushed, which only added to her beauty.
Looking at Mom's rosy complexion, I was even a little tempted. The thought of sharing a bed with such a beauty that night made my heart pound!
After a few rounds of drinks and several dishes, two of the employees had already passed out, and Dad was swaying unsteadily, insisting on drinking without being persuaded. When it was time to leave, the employees helped each other away, and Mom and I struggled to get this big guy out of bed.
Back home, Mom and I were exhausted and breathless. We tossed Dad onto the bed, and he fell fast asleep.
Mom, however, couldn't hold her liquor and felt dizzy. She managed to go to the bathroom to remove her makeup and wash her face before returning to the bedroom. "I'm going to lie down too," Mom said, getting into bed.
I quickly stepped forward to support her. "No, Mom, you have to sleep with me tonight. Come on, let's go to my bed." "Oh right, I almost forgot my precious son! Come on, since it's your birthday today, Mom will treat you properly!"
I was so happy that I danced around, taking my mother's hand and leading the way. My mother followed me unsteadily to my room.
"Niannian, help Mom take off her clothes." My mother's gentle voice was incredibly sexy at that moment. As she spoke, she spread her hands, her body swaying slightly, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Before I started, I thoughtfully turned on the air conditioner. Here I have to complain about the weather in Wuhan again. Summers are unbearably hot, and winters are unbearably cold. Summers are humid and hot, and winters are damp and cold. Moreover, Wuhan doesn't have central heating. The outdoor temperature is 8 degrees Celsius, and the indoor temperature is also 8 degrees Celsius, which is unbearable. Back then, underfloor heating wasn't as common as it is now, so if you were afraid of the cold, you had to turn on the air conditioner.
After turning on the air conditioner, I immediately turned around to take off my mother's clothes. I was incredibly excited throughout the whole process because it was the first time in my life I'd ever helped my mother undress. Although I don't remember some of the details clearly, the wonderful feeling is unforgettable, and I instantly fell in love with it. After breaking the taboo with my mother, I had to undress her every night before bed, which was incredibly arousing.
First, I took off her light green floral scarf, then a beige cashmere coat, and underneath that, a slim-fitting light purple cashmere sweater. During this time, my mother cooperated by bending her arms, turning around, and raising her hands. After taking off her flesh-colored undershirt, I was in trouble. I couldn't undo her bra! It seemed so easy to watch my mother simply reach behind her back and undo it. But I was completely baffled—I couldn't figure it out no matter what I did. My mother chuckled, "If you can't even undo a beautiful woman's bra, how can you expect to succeed?" Then, with lightning speed, she undoed it, but I still hadn't learned how. Later, I practiced with the bra cups that were drying in the sun many times, but it was several years later before I actually put them into practice.
After Mom took off her bra, her face became even rosier, after all, she was exposing her upper body to her son, whose height was already up to her mouth.
I stared at the two big, red-topped white breasts with fascination, occasionally weighing them in my hands, as if trying to feel their precise weight. "So beautiful!" I exclaimed, about to take a bite.
"It's a bit cold, Niannian, help me take off my pants first, I want to get under the covers." Indeed, I was still wearing thick clothes, while Mom was exposing her breasts. I quickly unbuckled Mom's belt, and with my two thumbs pressed against the tender flesh on both sides of Mom's waist,
I reached into her pants and pulled down the clothes on both sides of Mom's lower body. Pants, thermal underwear, and underwear were all pulled down to the top of Mom's pubic bone, revealing a patch of pubic hair and the cleft of her buttocks. Fortunately, Mom's big buttocks blocked my movements, otherwise Mom would have been completely naked.
A short distance above her pubic hair, there was a horizontal scar about ten centimeters long, which instantly caught my eye.
"You little pervert, what are you trying to do, pulling down your mother's panties? You deserve a beating!" My mother's face turned even redder!
"I'm eager to eat you, Mom."
"What's the rush? Tonight, Mom is yours. Come on, take your clothes off."
"Mom, is this scar from when you gave birth to me?"
"Of course! I suffered so much to give birth to you. You have to take good care of me from now on!" My mother said emotionally, touching the scar.
"I'll take good care of you later! Come on, you hold my waistband, I'll take off the rest." "You little rascal... take them off..." My mother's eyes were misty.
My mother held the front of her waistband, and I forcefully pulled off her lower garment. Because my mother only held the front of her waistband, she didn't hold the back of her buttocks, so her big white buttocks were immediately exposed. I quickly moved behind my mother, squatted down, and feasted my eyes on her trembling white buttocks!
Time was of the essence, and I immediately reached out with my two lecherous hands and covered her. "So soft..." My expression must have been incredibly lewd.
Mom quickly slapped my hands away, "Don't touch me, let go!" she said, leaning forward and reaching back to pull up her underwear. At that moment, her pants were still around her ankles, and she lost her balance, falling forward and sprawling onto the bed, her hands instinctively reaching forward as well. In my haste, I tried to grab her hips to pull her back, but I managed to slip my hands, and I even managed to pull her underwear down a bit more.
Looking at Mom sprawled on the bed, her pants hanging at her feet, her underwear pulled down to her thighs, her entire large buttocks exposed, like a huge, ripe peach, making one want to take a bite.
Looking at Mom's hourglass figure, I almost had a nosebleed. Then, pretending that she had pulled me down, I quickly lay down beside her, pressed my hands against her large buttocks, and pressed my face against them.
"Smells so good!" I took a deep breath. "So soft!"
I used both hands to push my mother's buttocks apart, exposing my face which was nestled in the cleft. I lifted my head and took a deep breath.
Looking down again, I saw my mother's anus! This was too obvious, let's just call it an chrysanthemum. Yes, that's right, an chrysanthemum!
Because my hands were pushing apart, I accidentally spread my mother's buttocks apart, revealing her chrysanthemum, which was usually hidden from view.
My mother's chrysanthemum was brownish-yellow, with many wrinkles, and a ring of pubic hair grew around it. Yes, pubic hair, pubic hair actually grew around her chrysanthemum!
Looking at the opening of the excrement, I didn't feel it was dirty, but rather I thought it was beautiful, and I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and lick it!
"Ah...no!"
Stimulated, my mother's chrysanthemum and buttocks tightened, and my tongue was almost trapped. Then my mother knelt up forcefully, her buttocks thrusting back sharply. It happened so suddenly that I was thrown backward and landed on the floor, my head hitting the wardrobe next to the bed with a thud.
In the instant I was thrown, my face felt like it had been pricked by some fuzzy hair—a ticklish, itchy sensation. As I fell backward, I seemed to see the base of a giant peach—a black mass—but I didn't have time to look closely before I fell backward.
Afterwards, I often recalled that patch of blackness, trying to see it more clearly, but I could never quite make it out; that moment was too fleeting! The more you desire something, the more you crave it. I had to find a chance to see it clearly! Also, my fondness for my mother's buttocks became deeply ingrained in my mind. Using the rear-entry position, rubbing my mother's big, white buttocks while thrusting, became a must-do action every time we made love!
Now, let me continue describing the scene.
I cried out "Ah!" and quickly covered the back of my head with my hand. Looking in front of me, my mother had already put on her light pink thong, taken off her pants hanging on her feet, and was glaring at me with a red face. It seemed my mother was angry, really angry. To be honest, I'm still very afraid of my mother getting angry. Knowing my mother's personality, the consequences of her anger are always severe.
That's why they say "a loss may turn out to be a blessing in disguise"—the blow to my head really hurt, and it made a loud noise.
I knew this was a good opportunity to defuse my mother's anger. Looking pitifully at my mother, I said, "Mom, it hurts so much..."
Seeing this, my mother's anger was indeed suppressed. Mom shut her lips, which were about to lecture me, sighed, leaned over and touched the back of my head. After confirming I was alright, she pinched my lip hard. "You eat everything, don't you mind getting dirty?"
What? Wasn't she going to scold me for being indecent? She was actually upset that I licked her dirty anus!
"I don't mind, I don't mind, it smells so good, I like it! There's no dirty part of Mom's body!" I quickly flattered her.
"Get lost, you pervert, you lecher! Remember, I'm your mother. From now on, you're not allowed to look or touch this area! Otherwise, Mom won't play with you anymore!" Mom said angrily, gesturing to her lower body.
"Yes, Your Majesty!" I quickly admitted my mistake, "It was an accident, please forgive me!" "Alright, hurry up and get under the covers, I'm freezing." Mom's mood improved, and she realized she was only wearing a pair of underwear on the cold floor.
In summer, if you see a woman showing off her bare legs, you won't think anything of it, but in winter, only intimate people can be naked together. Watching my sexy, beautiful, almost naked mother slip into bed, I felt an unbearable heat. This heat was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. From that moment on, I was no longer that innocent little boy. In my eyes, my mother was no longer just my mother; she was also a beautiful and alluring woman, a woman who could be a perfect match for a man.
I can't remember how I undressed and got into bed; I only remember stripping myself completely naked—yes, completely naked—and then crawling into bed.
Perhaps subconsciously, I wanted to be naked with my mother, without reservation. This desire finally manifested on my tenth birthday, like a sprouting seedling, still small, but growing bigger and bigger without me even realizing it…
[The End]

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