Mothers who came to accompany their children to study

My mother came, and quite suddenly (thankfully, not when I was doing something wrong). Even more suddenly, she came with all her luggage, and she even moved her job at the hospital back home to this city. I realized then that this was the legendary "accompanying parent" arrangement, and I was incredibly depressed. For a short time afterward, I went back to being the good student I was in high school. My close friends started teasing me, saying, "Someone's good days are over." What I couldn't accept was that after my mother came, she started interfering with my extracurricular life. I didn't even have time to be alone with my girlfriend anymore. Eventually, I was forced to "break up" with all my past girlfriends!
I was incredibly frustrated during that time. I discovered that sex is addictive, and coincidentally, I was particularly addicted. During that period, I had to resort to secretly masturbating to relieve my pent-up frustration. So, I started watching porn to release my pent-up emotions again, and that's when I began to develop feelings for so-called mature women. I developed a sexual interest and downloaded a lot of Japanese adult films online during that time. The ones that impressed me the most were those starring mature actresses like Hojo Maki. I especially liked the mother roles she played in those films. Then I downloaded a lot of incestuous mother-son AVs. Before I knew it, I found that these mature women seemed to be more attractive than younger girls. They had a truly mature and charming quality. Actually, some of the films starring Hojo Maki as a nurse and doctor left a deep impression on me. I slowly started to associate her with my mother. I compared my mother with these mature actresses and suddenly realized that my mother's physical condition was in no way inferior to theirs. So from then on, I began to pay attention to my mother's daily life with ill intentions.
I began to observe my mother from a man's perspective. My mother was always very particular about her appearance and clothing, so compared to women her age, she always looked much younger, like a woman in her thirties. My mother liked to wear dresses, and I especially loved the white chiffon dress she often wore. Beneath the white hem were her full, fair legs. Although they looked a little fleshy, her shapely legs didn't detract from their beauty. Below her long, slender calves were her small, delicate feet. I particularly loved secretly observing the curves of her lower body when she walked around the house in slippers. My mother cleaned the house every day, and when she mopped the floor, the swaying of her skirt revealed the rounded flesh of her thighs, especially to me... When watching TV in the living room, Mom would sometimes pick up a rag to wipe the low TV cabinet. I have to say I liked the height of the TV cabinet because it forced Mom to bend down. Some of her skirts had tight hems, so when she bent over, her pert buttocks would pull the fabric up to her thighs, exposing her firm, round buttocks. That's when I developed a habit of secretly recording what color underwear Mom was wearing each day whenever I had the chance. Back then, there weren't any special styles; they were all white or beige boxer shorts. Sometimes Mom was also wearing safety shorts, so I couldn't see them at all. Sometimes when she bent over to wipe the coffee table, I could also see her breasts exposed inside her neckline. Although Mom's breasts weren't very big, they were quite well-shaped.
I secretly watched my mother for a while, and a thought I'd never had before arose within me. At first, I thought it was absurd, but as I gradually realized that without fantasizing about having sex with her, I lost all interest in masturbating. I have to admit, I started to become fascinated by mature women's bodies. However, I didn't know how to make a move. Forcing her was out of the question; I could easily ruin it. Then I remembered a scene from an adult film where someone violated my mother while she was asleep, and suddenly I felt very excited.
After my mother was transferred to this hospital, she became the head nurse, so sometimes her shifts meant she wouldn't get home until very late. I must mention that in the period before I made my move, I kept imagining whether I could succeed. Various possible scenarios flashed through my mind. On the day I finally decided to make my move, my mother called me on her way home from work as usual. The moment I hung up, I started to feel nervous, a mix of excitement and conflict. I kept checking the time on my phone, hoping my mother would get home soon. Around 10 p.m., I heard my mother unlock the door. "Xiaojun, why aren't you asleep yet?" Mom asked, probably because she saw the light was still on in my room. "I'm reading a novel," I replied casually, "How could I sleep? I was so excited."
"Remember to go to bed early," Mom said.
"Okay, I know. You've had a long day, so get some rest too," I said. "I'll watch TV for a bit and then take a shower. You go to bed
early." Immediately, the sound of the TV program came from the living room. I started to get anxious. I stared at the time on my phone. Half an hour later, I heard a noise outside. I tiptoed to my bedroom door and heard Mom open and close the wardrobe. Then she went into the bathroom, turned on the light, and then the door closed. A moment later, I heard the sound of the shower running. I thought, "It's time to make my move." I left my room, took the fresh milk I'd bought myself from the refrigerator, and drank a glass of it myself—I was so thirsty after waiting so long! Then I filled Mom's glass.
"Mom, I poured you a glass of milk and put it on the table," I said, my voice trembling with guilt.
"Okay, sure," Mom replied from the bathroom, oblivious to the change in my tone.
After a short wait, I turned off my bedroom light and pressed my ear against the door, listening for any sounds outside. A moment later, I heard the water being turned off, followed by the bathroom door opening and the light being switched off. I heard Mom walking in her slippers, guessing she went to the dining room. A while later, I heard a glass being placed on the table, assuming she had drunk her milk. My heart skipped a beat, and my palms unconsciously sweated.
Soon after, I heard Mom close her bedroom door and turn on the lamp. I couldn't help but stare at the time on my phone. Minute after minute passed, and my excitement grew. I waited for over forty minutes in a state of unprecedented tension. Then I opened the door, deliberately making a loud noise, and turned on the dining room light. This was all planned beforehand; if things changed and Mom wasn't asleep, I could use the excuse of being hungry to find something to eat for a late-night snack. However, I noticed that Mom hadn't moved for a while. Just to be sure, I boldly called out a few times, but there was still no response from Mom's room. It seemed she was fast asleep.
I went to Mom's room, carefully turned the doorknob, and gently pushed the door open, peering into the room. Under the dim light of the bedside lamp, I saw… My mother was lying on her side. It was early summer, and the weather was starting to get warm. She was wearing a thin nightgown with a towel draped over her body, and her legs were exposed. I stood at the door and called her softly a few times, but there was still no response. I tiptoed to her bedside and crouched down beside her. Suddenly, I noticed a white bra folded on the bedside table. This meant that my mother was not wearing anything under her nightgown, which made me even more excited.
The room was very quiet. I carefully observed my mother's sleeping posture, listening to her even breathing. It was the first time I had seen my mother's peaceful and serene face in her sleep. So alluring and captivating, my gaze moved from her face to her chest. Under her loose pajamas, most of her breasts were exposed, rising and falling gently with her breath. I reached out and gently lifted the collar of her pajamas, fully exposing her breasts to my view. I saw her reddish-brown nipples; her nipples were very small, and her areolas were beautiful, probably only slightly larger than a one-yuan coin. I've never liked breasts with large areolas; they look awkward to me. I couldn't help but purse my dry lips. Just then, my mother suddenly rolled over. I quickly lay down on the floor, and it took me a while to get up. My mother was lying flat, her breathing still even.
I mustered my courage again. I stood up and slowly lifted the towel draped over her upper body, which was in the way, and looked at my almost half-naked mother again. It was obvious that the large nightgown was not enough to cover her body. My mother was not wearing pajama bottoms; she was only wearing a pair of white, tight-fitting boxer shorts. The thin fabric hugged the beautiful curves of her buttocks, and through the fabric, I could clearly see her protruding private parts. I mustered my courage and got onto the bed, half-squatting beside my mother. I reached out with slightly trembling hands and began to unbutton the nightgown. I held my breath, afraid... Before I knew it, Mom woke up. After a short while, I managed to remove the last line of defense on her body. I quickly pulled her pajamas aside and gently kneaded her soft, full breasts with both hands, teasing her nipples with my fingers. I bent down and eagerly began licking her naked body, feeling her smooth, delicate skin with my tongue, sucking on her nipples. I felt her nipples gradually harden under my teasing. As her breathing became slightly rapid, my hands roamed over her body, caressing her.
My right hand stroked her slightly protruding lower abdomen, moving towards her private parts covered by a thin fabric. I quickly and skillfully slipped my hand inside her panties, only to be surprised to find no thick pubic hair. There was no dark pubic hair there! Was Mom a "white tiger" (a woman with a pubic area)? I found it increasingly unbelievable. I quickly got out of bed, turned on the room light, and then quickly climbed back onto the bed. I couldn't wait to start taking off my mother's underwear, slowly peeling the thin fabric away bit by bit. Only then did I realize that my mother's pubic hair wasn't what I had imagined. It was quite short, clearly shaved recently. I pulled the underwear down to my mother's right leg and examined her protruding vulva. It had the characteristic brownish-red color of a mature woman's body. The two labia majora perfectly covered the entrance to her vagina. I lifted my mother's rounded thighs, making her legs open in an M shape. I buried my head between her legs and gently parted the labia majora that were sealing her entrance with my hands. Finally, I saw my mother's delicate, protruding clitoris and her slightly moist, glistening vaginal opening, opening and closing slightly. I gently touched it with my fingers and then carefully inserted them, feeling the warm, soft flesh inside.
Although my mother's vagina had already secreted some fluid, it was still a little dry. I took my fingers out, moistened them with saliva, and then inserted them back into her vagina, probing and teasing. My tongue was also busy, constantly licking her clitoris. Even in her sleep, her body still felt these stimulations, and her beautiful body involuntarily twitched slightly. I inserted my middle and index fingers into her vagina, clearly feeling the temperature slowly rising inside. I kept probing and digging into the folds of her vaginal walls. My fingers felt the increasing wetness inside, and at the same time, I felt the changes in my mother's vagina. These changes came from the crisscrossing folds of flesh, which were also moving, actively rubbing against my fingers, and constantly wriggling, pushing my fingers deeper. Slowly, the fluid seeping from my mother's vagina became more and more frequent. I pulled out my fingers and greedily sucked on the flowing liquid.
Just then, my phone rang. It was the alarm I had set beforehand. I realized that I had been in my mother's room for almost an hour without realizing it. My penis was already erect. I quickly took off my underwear, but instead of inserting it into my mother's body, I started masturbating. This was something I had planned beforehand. I quickly stroked my penis, and after a wave of heat, I ejaculated my hot semen onto my mother's lower abdomen.
I decided to celebrate the success of this first experiment. I took out my phone and took a few pictures of my mother's naked body, still covered in my semen. Then I started cleaning up. I took a towel and wiped my semen off my mother's stomach and the fluid from her vaginal opening. I also carefully cleaned up the few drops of fluid that had dripped from her vagina onto the sheets. After that, I applied a cream that I had prepared beforehand to my mother's vagina. This cream was originally used by my former female friends to care for their vaginas. After that, I quickly dressed my mother in underwear and pajamas, and finally draped a towel over her. Then, I returned to my room with a satisfied joy.
The most crucial part of the whole thing was my mother's reaction the next day. I remember that early the next morning (I was so excited after my success that I didn't sleep all night), I went out to buy breakfast, casually threw away the things I'd used to clean up the night before, and when I came back, I found my mother had just gotten up. I saw her come out of the bathroom, and her expression was a little off, as if she was thinking about something. When she saw me come back, she seemed about to say something but then shook her head. I tentatively asked her if she wasn't feeling well, and she suddenly seemed a little embarrassed and said she was too tired. Obviously, she felt a little unwell after waking up, but she wasn't sure, or perhaps she thought she had a wet dream. It was something she couldn't easily tell me, her son. The first step of the matter proceeded smoothly as I had imagined. (
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