My mother and I lived in seclusion.

We didn't have many friends, and no one ever came to visit, so I basically just wore my underwear around the house. My mom usually wore the same pajamas unless she went out shopping, and she often didn't wear a bra underneath, which we both found perfectly natural. My mom was much more open when bathing me; she touched my whole body countless times. If I wanted to ejaculate, she would help me masturbate, but she would strictly limit how often I could ejaculate.
Two months passed, and my hand was almost healed. The cast on one of my less injured hands had been removed, and the other was almost done. Being waited on hand and foot by my mom had made me gain at least six or seven pounds. Except for a slight pain in my hand, my body was perfectly healthy, and my desire for my mom grew stronger.
Once, when my mom was helping me masturbate, I boldly put my penis in her mouth. She just gave me a sidelong glance; although she didn't actually use her mouth, she wasn't angry. She even used her other hand to stroke my testicles, and the intense stimulation made me ejaculate immediately. As Mom cleaned me up, she muttered, "You little rascal!"
She glanced at me, and in that glance, I knew she was also suppressing her desire; I saw the urge in her eyes.
The day to remove the cast arrived. After the cast was removed and the doctor examined both my hands, he said I was healed. Mom smiled, a radiant smile that left the doctor speechless. I took Mom's hand and said, "Mom, let's go home."
Mom hugged me, "Okay, let's go home."
Her voice was filled with ease and happiness.
Back home, I said, "Mom, let's celebrate!" She
immediately agreed, "Okay!"
Mom was in a great mood; she even drank some wine at dinner. I wanted some, but Mom wouldn't give it to me, insisting I have a soft drink instead. Mom's smile after the wine was radiant, and I was mesmerized, overwhelmed by boundless happiness. I raised my drink and said emotionally, "Mom, I want to take care of you for the rest of my life. I will make you happy until you grow old."
Mom trembled, looked at me deeply, but didn't speak. However, I saw her eyes well up with tears. Tears welled up in my eyes. "Mom, thank you, thank you for giving birth to me, thank you for raising me, thank you for taking such good care of me, thank you for everything you've done..."
I sobbed, tears streaming down my face, unable to speak. Mom reached out and hugged me tightly. "No need to thank me, I'm your mother."
My back was soaked with her tears.
"I don't want to be your son, I want to be your husband, I want to give you a lifetime of happiness,"
I said desperately. Mom didn't say anything, just held me tightly. "Mom—" I urged. Mom paused for a long time, took a deep breath, and said, "How can this be? I'm your mother, what will others think if they find out?"
"Let's leave here, find a strange city. It'll just be the two of us."
I was incredibly anxious. "Okay, I'm going to clear the table, you go watch TV."
Mom gently pushed me away. I stared at her, motionless. Mom finished clearing the dishes and went into her room. I plopped down on the stool, speechless with frustration. How could Mom disagree? What should I do?
After a long while, Mom came out and calmly said, "Chengcheng, it's time for a bath, time for bed."
I didn't say a word. Mom sighed, came over, and pulled me towards the bathroom. I was stunned, like a wooden doll, doing whatever she did without saying a word.
Mom skillfully took off my clothes, pulled down my pants, and started to bathe me. After she finished, seeing that I was still in a daze, and even my penis wasn't hard while she was bathing me, which was rare, Mom did something that immediately brought me back to my senses and left me speechless. I saw her squat down, put my penis in her mouth, and gently lick it. "Mom..."
I couldn't believe it, and my penis immediately became hard.
Mom licked it carefully, occasionally making piston-like movements with her mouth, licking from the glans to the testicles. Although her movements were not very skilled, they were gentle and meticulous. I held my mother's head with both hands. It was the first time she had used her mouth to service me. The physical and psychological stimulation made me increasingly aroused. I thrust forward, penetrating deep into her mouth, ejaculating with each jerk. My mother choked and coughed. She pulled out my penis, turned away, and vomited, white semen flowing from her mouth. But I could see her throat moving; she must have swallowed a lot.
After a while, my mother raised her head, stood up, rinsed her mouth with water, cleaned me up, put on her underwear, and said, "Satisfied now?"
I chuckled, unsure how to answer. My mother rolled her eyes at me, pushed me into the room, and said, "Don't think nonsense, go to sleep. School starts in a few days; your task now is to study hard."
I then remembered that this injury had not only meant missing a month of school but also two months of summer vacation. School really was starting soon.
In bed, I lay awake, unable to sleep, still reliving the scene of my mother licking my penis.
What did Mom mean? Did she agree or disagree? It was past midnight, and I still couldn't sleep. Thinking about Mom, my penis was rock hard again. I decided I couldn't wait any longer; I had to have Mom!
I quietly got out of bed and walked towards Mom's room. Mom's room was usually unlocked. I pushed open the door, and through the dim light of the streetlamp outside, I saw Mom lying on her side on the bed, wearing a nightgown that revealed her fair thighs. I swallowed hard and slowly walked to the bedside. "Mom,"
I called softly. Mom didn't respond. I called again, still no response.
"Fine, if you don't respond, don't blame me for being impolite. I'm going to make you my woman, I'm going to fuck you!"
I shouted in my heart, gently sitting down next to Mom. My hand touched her thigh. I felt Mom tremble slightly, but she didn't move. I thought, Mom has touched my body countless times; now I'm going to touch her back. So I moved my hand upwards, touching Mom's buttocks, stroking her round buttocks back and forth.
I looked into my mother's eyes. The room was dark, but I could still see that her eyes were tightly closed. "Mom, aren't your eyes closed a little too tightly?" I chuckled inwardly. Since my mother didn't object, I grew bolder. I touched the crevice of her buttocks, moving my hand back and forth through her underwear. Soon, I felt her underwear getting wet, and it grew wetter and wetter. My mother's breathing became heavier, but she wouldn't open her eyes.
I didn't care anymore. I pulled her skirt up to her waist, one hand on her buttocks, the other on her breasts. "These are the places where Mom gave birth to me and raised me,"
I thought. Her breasts changed shape in my hands, and her juices were already flowing over her underwear. Her breathing became heavier and heavier, almost making her moan.
I clearly wasn't satisfied. I withdrew my hand from her breasts, lifted her buttocks with one hand, and pulled her underwear down with the other. My mother remained the same—neither agreeing nor objecting.
I took off her underwear, and my hand went back to her buttocks, finding a vast expanse of wetness. My mother's labia weren't large, and the vaginal fluid from between them had already flowed down her thighs and onto the bed. I touched my mother's anus, and she contracted slightly. I circled her anus twice, then moved forward, touching two soft labia. I knew that my destination was between those two labia (a technique I'd learned from secretly reading pornographic books). My fingers parted her labia and touched the place I'd longed for—my mother's vagina. I trembled with excitement, my hands shaking slightly.
I inserted one finger into her vagina, randomly thrusting and probing inside, wanting to see how long my mother would endure. I imitated the techniques I'd read in the book, in and out with my fingers. I knew my mother hadn't had a man in a long time, and her body must be very sensitive, so I used two fingers to thrust rapidly in and out, wanting to make my mother feel good first.
Mom started making "hmm...hmm..."
sounds, the sounds growing louder and louder, and her juices flowed more and more. My entire palm was soaked, and a large patch of the bed was wet too. Finally, Mom
let out an "oh..." and turned around, hugging me tightly, trembling all over, her face flushed, her body shaking. I felt like Mom was urinating, spraying a lot of fluid onto my hand.
After a while, Mom came to her senses and muttered, "You little devil."
I said to Mom, word by word, "Mom, I want to fuck you."
Mom opened her eyes, stroked my face, and sighed, "Son, fuck me, let's go to hell together!"
Hearing this, I quickly took off my underwear, lay down on Mom's stomach, and just wanted to do it first. I was afraid Mom would change her mind; there has to be a first time before there can be a second, the first time is the most important. I lay on my mother's belly, my hard penis poking around, but I couldn't get it in. "Mom, help me!"
I cried out. My mother reached down, guided my penis, and aimed it at a warm spot. I thrust my hips forward, and along my mother's wet vagina, it went all the way in.
"Ah..."
I was so excited I wanted to shout. I had finally slept with my mother! My mother was finally my woman!
My eyes shone as I stared at her. My mother was embarrassed by my gaze and gently scolded, "You little rascal, did you get what you wanted?"
"Hehe...yes, yes, I'd die happy."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Didn't you say you'd be with me for life? You can't say the word 'die' anymore."
"Hehehe..."
I chuckled foolishly.
My mother slapped my bottom: "Silly boy, are you going to lie here like this for the rest of your life?"
"I'd love to,"
I said, but I still started thrusting in and out. My mother's vagina was moist and warm, tightly enveloping my penis. I felt like I was floating on air, thrusting faster and faster. My mother made "mmm...mmm..."
sounds, perhaps because she was letting go, as the sounds grew louder.
Perhaps because I had already ejaculated in the bathroom, this time it wasn't so easy for me to ejaculate. After hundreds of thrusts, my mother suddenly arched her back towards me, stretching her legs onto my buttocks, pulling me tightly until I was thrusting deep inside her. I felt waves of heat on my glans; this stimulation made me unable to hold back any longer, and I ejaculated instantly. Stimulated by my powerful ejaculation, my mother reached an even higher climax. I saw her eyes roll back in pleasure, her vaginal fluids gushing out like a flood, soaking my lower abdomen. She was truly a wonderful mother.
That night we barely slept. Having tasted the sweetness of sex for the first time, I endlessly savored my mother, and she lost count of how many orgasms she experienced. In the fleeting moments before dawn, I vaguely heard my mother say, "Son, husband, let's leave this place and go somewhere where no one knows us, to grow old together..."
[The End]

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