Once, twice, and once more

"Hey, Mom, what's up?" I said impatiently as I picked up the phone.
"Oh... are you busy, son?"
"No, just got off work. What's up?"
"I want to... come visit you, is that okay?" Mom hesitated.
"Oh, sure, when are you coming?"
"Right now, come pick me up at the station, the train station!"
"Have you arrived yet? Why didn't you tell me beforehand? Honestly. Come right now!" When I arrived at the train station, I saw Mom standing alone at the exit with a small bag. A light drizzle was falling, already wetting Mom's hair.
"Let's go, let's take a taxi back to my place." I hurriedly pulled Mom into a taxi and headed straight for my place (a single room I rented for 600 yuan a month, with a separate toilet and kitchen, the living room and bedroom were combined, a very old house).
We chatted on the way and I learned that Mom had argued with Dad, and since it was summer vacation after exams, the stubborn Mom had taken the last train to my city that day with her small bag. I left in such a hurry that I didn't even bring basic clothes or socks. A half-hour drive later, I arrived at my place.
"You live here? It's so old! It seems like nobody else lives here. Are you the only one living on this whole street?"
"Yeah, this is a commercial street. It's bustling during the day, but almost everything closes by 9 pm. Do you think renting a place is easy?"
"Do you want your mother to help her son out? Hehe..."
"No need, I can support myself. Don't look down on college students; I have a job now." "Oh dear, it's a two-story house! Oh, and there are rats! Why are your clothes scattered everywhere? A whole pile of them smells terrible!" My mother kept nagging.
"Well, you've known me for a while now. Hurry up and wash my clothes; I won't have anything to wear tomorrow. I've been wearing this outfit for two days now, and with the rain today, it definitely won't dry by tomorrow," I replied lazily, lying on the big iron bed in the living room.
"Alright, alright, I'll wash now. I'm really scared of you."
The July weather was unbearably hot and humid, and the air conditioner was broken, so I could only run a broken fan. Then, without any mercy, I took off everything except my underwear and threw it to my mother, who was washing clothes. My mother, who was bending over washing clothes, glanced back at me in my underwear, a hint of surprise in her eyes, but said, "Be careful not to catch a cold. You're not even wearing clothes, aren't you ashamed!"
"Sorry? Didn't you say I'm your flesh and blood? What's the big deal?" "Of course! What part of your body haven't I seen? Who do you think I am? You can take your pants off and I won't be afraid of you!" My mother remained stubborn and refused to back down.
"Yes, hurry up and wash. Mom, your clothes are soaked too. Go take a shower. Otherwise, I'll have to take you to the hospital tomorrow. You're not as healthy as me." I replied, looking at my soaking wet mother.
"That's right, it'll be late by the time I finish washing all this laundry, so I'll hurry up and take a shower." With that, she closed the bathroom door and went to shower.
I'm nineteen this year, about 1.72 meters tall, and not bad looking. My face looks a lot like my mother's. My mother gave birth to me when she was a little over eighteen. People in her generation married quite young, and since it was a rural area, no one gossiped. My mother often says she took me with her to school, which I guess is a joke. But it's true that she continued her studies even after becoming a mother, and thanks to her hard work, she's now a teacher, which is a very respectable job in the countryside.
As for her height, she's a little shorter than me, about the same height as my father, and at first glance, she looks even taller. She's of medium build, on the fuller side, but her waist doesn't have the typical "barrel waist" of a rural woman. She has a big bottom, and her breasts are certainly not small either (it seems like heroines in novels are all big-breasted, but my mother is genuinely full-figured, haha), perhaps because the female teachers at her school have been doing square dancing lately.
"Son, do you have a towel? Oh dear, I didn't bring any clothes. Can you go out and buy me some clothes?" A series of shouts came from the bathroom.
"What time is it? Buying clothes would be a long way. Let me see if I have any other clothes in the closet."
After rummaging through the closet, he finally found two items of clothing: a white shirt, but it was too small; and an old V-neck t-shirt, which had been thrown away at the bottom of the closet because it was too big and had some black mold on it.
"I have two shirts here, but no pants. See which one fits. I'll go buy some for you when it gets light." He handed the clothes to his mother in the bathroom, of course, through the door.
"Okay, I won't change my underwear. This shirt is too small, I can't even button it up, and it's so short.
The t-shirt will do."
After a while, the mother came out of the bathroom, her face slightly flushed. She grabbed the mop behind the bathroom door and started mopping the floor without saying a word.
Sitting in front of the computer, I glanced at my mother a few times. She was wearing my oversized t-shirt and a bra, but no pants, her long, white legs exposed. The loose-fitting shirt covered her buttocks, but the V-neck revealed most of her breasts, a deep cleavage. I couldn't help but get an erection. The atmosphere was awkward.
"Mom, does the shirt fit?"
"It's alright, it's big enough."
"You say it's alright with such a big shirt, which means Mom is quite fat, haha..." "Yes, Mom is old and fat, okay?" Mom said, a little annoyed.
"Don't be angry, I misspoke, it's beautiful and voluptuous, right!" I quickly explained.
"You little rascal, you're spouting nonsense!" Mom continued mopping the floor, her face flushing even more.
"If a son is a little rascal, then Mom is a mother... haha..." "Go away, go away, I told you you little rascal, you can't spout nonsense. Get up now, I'm going to drag you under the chair." Mom said, half-smiling, half-angry.
So I got up and moved the stool away. My mother came over, bent down, and mopped the floor with her back to me. Standing behind her, I was shocked. My mother wasn't wearing underwear, only a top. Bending over, the top wasn't big enough, so
her back was exposed—a clear slit of flesh was visible, the area around it clean, hairless, and not dark. Having read many mature women's novels, I only knew that women of this age should have darker genitals. This sight was overwhelming; my heart raced, my penis swelled rapidly, and the glans burst out of her underwear, wanting to see her face and peek into the mysterious world within.
"I'm going to take a shower, it's so hot," I said, turning and quickly going into the bathroom. I grabbed a bucket of cold water and poured it over myself, trying to calm my excitement. Over the years, I'd read many incestuous novels and watched many movies, always feeling that those things only happened in fantasies or dreams, absolutely impossible in real life.
But every fantasy excited me immensely. Since breaking up with my ex-girlfriend, I'd become increasingly obsessed with incest.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, my emotions finally calmed down, and my little brother lowered his head, my feelings were very complicated. Incest was exactly what I was looking forward to, but what if Mom didn't mean it that way? Based on my years of experience as a novel reader, I decided to test Mom. So I mustered my courage and walked out of the bathroom.
"Son, did you fall into the toilet? It took so long. Do you have any good movies on your computer?" Mom sat in front of the computer, clicking on some things.
"Yes, but I'm afraid Mom won't dare watch them, haha..." I teased deliberately.
"What don't you dare watch? I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice, I've seen all kinds of storms!"
"Okay, don't regret it!" I walked closer to the computer, removed Mom's hand from the mouse, and clicked on my familiar E drive—International Exchange Forum—China-Japan Exchange—Family category, and opened a file called "Mother and Child Pregnancy Education".
I let go of my trembling hands and sat down next to my mother, terrified she would get angry and beat me, slam the door and leave, or yell at me.
"Ha, it's just a pornographic film, why hide it so well? Educational stuff? All that Chinese teaching wasn't for nothing, haha..." Instead of scolding or getting angry, my mother displayed her cheerful nature, laughing at me. I could only chuckle, saying nothing. I didn't know what to say; everything had happened so suddenly.
And so, this scene unfolded: mother and son, disheveled, sitting on the bed, watching a Sino-Japanese incestuous pornographic film.
"Sigh, do you think this is real? How could a mother and son be doing this together, and she'd even teach her son 'that'?" my mother said.
"Why not? Teenagers and young men definitely have those desires. They can't find girlfriends and don't dare to go to prostitutes. Isn't it good for a mother and son to do this? Outsiders won't know, and it doesn't hurt anyone else. What if the boy can't control himself and goes out to rape someone? Wouldn't that be even worse? Besides, young people at this age are most interested in this, and so are women. Thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger. They need each other, it's called complementarity, right?"
My series of answers left my mother speechless. Sure enough, all those years of reading novels hadn't gone to waste.
"Really, it sounds like you make a lot of sense... Rest, I'm so tired, I drove for so long to get here." My mother seemed to be deliberately changing the subject.
"Okay, I'll sleep on the floor, Mom, you can sleep on the bed." I waited for my mother's reply.
"Come on, I just mopped the floor, how can I sleep? The bed is so big, what's there to be afraid of? Let's sleep together, what's there to be afraid of between mother and son!" My mother said generously.
"Okay." I was overjoyed, quickly made the bed, turned off the light, and lay down on the bed. The streetlights shone on the bedside, allowing me to see my mother sitting beside my pillow even with the lights off.
"Close your eyes, Mom's changing!" When I was little, sleeping with my mother, she always told me to turn my head or close my eyes when she undressed. Of course, I was very obedient and never peeked. But for some reason, she never actually took off her clothes; when I opened my eyes, she was still dressed.
"Okay!" I readily agreed, timing myself, preparing to do something I was too afraid to do as a child. About ten seconds later, I opened my eyes, turning my face towards my mother. I saw that she had just unhooked her bra, holding a large t-shirt in her hand. Her breasts were indeed quite large, slightly sagging, but her nipples weren't black or purple; they were slightly protruding, like small grapes. When my mother saw me turn to look at her, she wasn't angry. She shook the t-shirt in her hand, but didn't immediately cover her breasts. Instead, she slowly put it on.
"No wonder, Mom only took off her bra, not her clothes!" I said mischievously, mustering my courage.
"Little rascal! Of course you won't take off your clothes, just your underwear. Who sleeps in their underwear? It's too tiring," Mom said, trying to sound calm.
"But then again, Mom's still quite plump, I didn't realize." "Come on, aren't you old and fat?"
"No way. Mom, I have a question for you."
"Go ahead, what is it?" Mom said, still sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning against the pillows.
"I heard from Grandma and others that you went to school after I was born, so I didn't drink your milk and grew up drinking Aunt Wang's milk from the village, right?"
"I did drink it, just not much, because I was in school then," Mom exclaimed excitedly.
"I don't believe you, I can tell you didn't drink it," I said.
"How did you know?"
"First, nipples that have been breastfed are usually darker. Second, breastfed nipples tend to shrink or sag significantly. You don't have any of those."
"You little rascal, which eye of yours saw that mine wasn't sagging? My nipples aren't dark because I'm naturally beautiful, okay?" "I've forgotten whether I've breastfed or not. Everyone says I haven't. Can you let me have some now?" My voice trembled slightly.
"There's no milk now, it's been so long..." Mom answered softly.
"Mom..." I pleaded, shaking Mom's arm.
Mom didn't speak, just turned her face to the other side, no longer looking at me. Deeply influenced by the writings of various masters, I deeply understood the mystery. So I quickly lay down on the bed, bringing my head slightly closer to Mom's chest, and with my right hand lifted Mom's clothes, her large breasts appeared before my eyes. To prevent Mom from retreating, I quickly sucked on her nipple, while my other hand played with it. Mom didn't speak, but let out a sigh the moment I took her nipple into my mouth, her face still turned to the side.
"It hurts, don't bite..." Mom said softly.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" "
You still bite like you did when you were little."
I didn't answer, focusing on sucking on Mom's breast. My right hand released her breast and unconsciously reached for her genitals, her clothes falling down and covering my head. I supported Mom's back with my left hand, gesturing for her to lie down on the bed, which she did. My other hand touched a small tuft of hair, and Mom shuddered. I exclaimed in surprise, "So Mom wasn't wearing underwear!"
Mom suddenly pushed my head and hands away and turned her body away. She said, "Okay, you're tired, rest!"
I didn't dare to force her, and could only lie down silently, my heart pounding with excitement.
The July heat without air conditioning was unbearable, and even the fan blowing on Mom and me was useless. The earlier events only made it harder to calm down.
"Feng'er, are you asleep?" Mom suddenly turned around and asked.
"No, it's too hot, I can't sleep."
"It's not the heat, is it? You're thinking about something else?"
"Yeah, I'm thinking about Mom!" I retorted.
"What's there to think about? If you want something, go find your girlfriend!"
"No, she can't compare to Mom. By the way, how did you know I had a girlfriend before?" "I saw your social media posts, they were so sad, you must have broken up!" Mom covered her mouth and laughed:
"Did you not satisfy her, so she dumped you!"
"How could that be? I'm a little whirlwind in bed, don't underestimate your son!" I argued.
"Come on, a little whirlwind, you definitely couldn't satisfy her, haha..." "Want to try?" Saying that, I turned over and kissed Mom's lips, my tongue hitting her teeth, my hands roughly kneading her breasts.
"Son... um... what you said before... was it true?" "What do you mean true?" I didn't understand what Mom was talking about.
"It's... your views on... incest..." Mom managed to utter these words through her lips.
"Every word is from the heart!" I said in a low voice
. As soon as I finished speaking, Mom lifted her head and kissed me passionately. I held Mom's head with my left hand and explored her secret forest with my right. Mom didn't have much hair, but her pubic area was high and firm, with no hair around her labia, clean and tidy. The entrance was a little wet, but not too much.
I inserted my middle finger inside and discovered its hidden secrets. It was muddy and very wet inside. Later I learned that this kind of vagina was considered top-quality. The labia were like clams, usually tightly closed, but once inside, it was a vast ocean. I played with my finger inside Mom's vagina for a while, and when I pulled it out, it brought out a lot of vaginal fluid, which smeared around her labia, making it very slippery.
"Mom, I want it!" I said.
"Mmm..." Mom didn't open her mouth, but only made a nasal sound.
"I'll get the condoms!" I exclaimed excitedly, pulling out the condoms from under the bed sheet.
"Hmm..." It was the same, a nasal sound.
I took out the condom, my heart pounding, my hands trembling. When I pulled it off, I realized my penis, which had been rock hard, was now limp and hanging down in front of me. Never before had this happened to me; I was stunned.
My mother softly asked, "Son, what's wrong?"
I didn't answer. "Impotence, erectile dysfunction" flashed before my eyes. My eyes welled up; I was really crying, tears slowly falling onto the bed.
My mother took off her shirt, gesturing for me to lie down. She put her right hand around my neck, pulling my head to her chest, and patted my back with her left, saying, "Son, it's okay. Son, be good. Don't be afraid. Mom's here!" She gently patted my back as she spoke.
With my mother's soft comfort, I calmed down considerably. Now, my mother was naked, holding her naked son. In this scene, I felt my penis slowly regain its strength, swelling again. My mother also sensed the change. A smile appeared on her face. I quickly got up, ready to put on the condom again.
"No, I don't need this one," Mom said shyly.
I quickly pulled Mom to the middle of the bed, kneeling between her open legs, and hugged her. My penis rubbed against Mom's vulva, her already dry labia becoming wet again.
"Don't rush, son, take it slow," Mom whispered in my ear, guiding my penis with her right hand to find her private opening. This was something I'd never done with my girlfriends before; the tenderness and love were unparalleled. My mother loved me the most. "
Mom, I want to go home!"
"Hmm... Ah? Go home what?"
"Go home to this home!" I knew Mom didn't understand what I meant, so I thrust my hips forward, and my penis slid smoothly into Mom's vagina. Although I'd made love with my ex-girlfriends many times, it was completely different from with a mature woman. The pleasure of being enveloped by the wet, slippery walls, the softness with each thrust. Many people have a thing for mature women, and I'm one of them. The mature woman and the close mother-son relationship—the closest of family relationships—excited me even more.
My mother understood my meaning and responded willingly, her hips thrusting rhythmically to meet my thrusts. I held her breasts with both hands, my penis pounding into her vagina, the area between us very wet, the sounds of our bodies slapping echoing in the room. I was quite satisfied with the length and size of my penis; I didn't think mine was bad when watching AVs, even longer than most male actors, and I'd even measured it—about 16 centimeters. My ex-girlfriend thought so too.
"Mom, your son's home. Home is so nice, so warm!"
"Mmm…"
I rubbed my mother's breasts with both hands; her nipples were already erect from my stimulation. I moved my hands to her hips, thrusting my penis wildly into her vagina. My mother turned her head, looking at a photo on the bedside table of her embracing me when I received my university acceptance letter, her lips tightly closed, making soft "mmm" sounds through her nose. She had clearly been the one leading me in, but now she was shy again; men simply couldn't understand the world of women.
I thrust rapidly for over two minutes, watching my penis go in and out of my mother's vagina, thinking about my identity as the woman beneath me, and my penis grew even harder.
"Slow down, don't rush..." my mother whispered, her voice so soft I could barely hear her.
"Mom, I want to come from behind."
"Okay..."
My penis continued to slap against my mother's vulva. My mother obediently knelt on the bed, sticking out her large buttocks, facing me, her face buried in the blanket. I pulled out my penis; it was very wet, clearly visible under the streetlight, with some slippery white fluid on it. My mother's vulva was even wetter, her labia covered in white fluid.
My mother's buttocks were large, unlike my girlfriend's which had pimples; my mother's buttocks were clean and white. Because we were about the same height, I hugged my mother's buttocks from behind, supporting my penis, and easily inserted it. Although easy, it wasn't very loose, probably because my sex life with my father had decreased significantly in recent years.
The difference between big and small buttocks is that in doggy style, a larger buttock automatically responds to your impact, pushing outwards elastically, making thrusting easier and less tiring, giving a feeling of not being able to penetrate all the way in. A smaller
buttock will cause a painful bone-on-bone collision. Once you've experienced this feeling, you'll never forget it. I hugged my mother's buttocks, thrusting towards her with abandon, only to be ruthlessly pushed out again, effortlessly. My mother didn't make any moaning sounds, biting her lip, only letting out high-pitched "mmm" sounds from her nose. After only 5 minutes of thrusting, the taboo of incest made us both very excited and stimulated. My mother's moans grew faster and faster, and I felt my penis getting numb; I knew I was about to ejaculate. So I quickly had my mother lie back down on the bed, her legs spread in an M-shape. "How about I shoot inside? "
I held my mother's waist and thrust wildly. I always asked where to shoot before I ejaculated.
"Okay..." my mother gasped.
"Mommy, Mommy, ah..." With each thrust of my penis, my semen poured into my grandmother's womb. Then I slowly withdrew my penis from my mother's vagina, bringing with it a little semen. The intense intercourse left me exhausted after ejaculating, so I collapsed onto my mother. My mother ignored the semen that was about to flow out and opened her arms to hug me tightly.
"Mom, can I come again later?"
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) [The End]

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