I'll fuck my proud mother into becoming my woman, again and again.

That day, my MP4 player, which I used for reading novels, ran out of battery, so I borrowed it from a classmate. It was already the second semester of my senior year of high school, and the studies were very intense, with teachers keeping a close eye on us during evening self-study sessions. I secretly read it carefully in my seat, and suddenly I noticed a novel on the MP4 player called "Snow-White Buttocks" (you all know what I mean; I was quite fortunate to have read such a classic incestuous story as my first novel). Seeing the title, I knew it was definitely a pornographic novel (who would use that name for a proper novel?). Excitedly, I clicked on it. After reading it, my heart was pounding, and my face was burning. First the teacher, then the mother—I suddenly felt very excited. From then on, I paid special attention to novels about teachers or incest.
After that, I read many incest novels, some good, some bad. The good ones were progressive, with the mother being conquered step by step. The bad ones were much more interesting; the mothers in those novels were all like sluts, seeing their sons as men and ready to be taken advantage of. I found it disgusting; it was unbelievable. Mothers are always seen as superior to their sons, and we live in a civilized society now. Everyone has received nine years of compulsory education and knows right from wrong. What kind of mothers are portrayed in those novels? Getting all horny just because their sons touch their breasts, or spreading their legs for them to ride on? I dare say, if you touched your mother's breasts in real life and then tried to pull her onto the bed, she'd probably kill you.
That's why I've always despised those kinds of novels. However, I've also read quite a few good novels. Just like I can't remember the names of bad novels, I don't remember many good ones either, only a few. One of them is Qin Shou's *The Mirror of Oedipus*. Although it's considered a masterpiece, I don't entirely agree with it. It always feels unrealistic, and reading it doesn't feel as immersive. But compared to those bad novels, this one captivated me for a long time. Another novel is called *The Sublimation of Motherly Love*, by an author known as "Incest Maniac." This novel impressed me the most because I felt it was the most realistic. In the novel, he and his mother were in a hotel while traveling. The author did a few rather inappropriate things while hugging his mother. Coincidentally, his mother was afraid that others would hear, so she indulged him. This was the moment when his relationship with his mother took a step forward. What I like most about this article is the author's perspective on incest. The author says, "(In my opinion, incest isn't a big deal. It happens accidentally, mostly driven by desire, and it's always consensual. Sometimes it lasts a long time and feels natural. My mother and I are like that. We're very normal at home, like nothing's happened, and we don't feel any psychological burden. When we're intimate, we're very passionate, going from the living room to the kitchen, from the bedroom to the bathroom, doing whatever's stimulating. The thrill of mother-son incest probably lies in the explicit sexual contact.)" This really resonated with me. I think incest happens gradually because a mother can't easily let go of her dignity in front of her son. Not every mother can accept going from a role of managing a teenager to one of sleeping with him. In my opinion, maybe only one in 100 mothers would accept this, because the education they receive from childhood already limits this possibility. And how can a young child possibly have the cunning to open a mother's heart? After that, I accidentally watched an incest anime, something like "The Lustful Mother," about a stepmother who appears very proper in front of her son, but is actually very promiscuous. The stepmother was a very dutiful wife, devoted to her husband and children, and never did anything out of line. However, her son's sudden appearance in the bathroom shattered this balance. First, he scrubbed her back, then suggested masturbation, then breast play, and finally demanded oral sex. The mother righteously refused, but the boy's pitiful act moved her, and she eventually gave him oral sex. While she was performing oral sex, a wicked smile appeared on the boy's lips. Seeing this smile, I suddenly became very interested. I felt that the boy was approaching his mother with an attitude of either humiliation or revenge. The second half of the anime confirmed this, with the boy gradually making his mother promiscuous, teasing her to actively seek sex, and ultimately having sex with her in a superior position. Seeing this, I felt a strong resemblance between myself and this boy; both mothers were equally dignified, equally superior, both had hot bodies, and were equally sexy.
I suddenly wondered if I could have sex with my mother? I was already 18 years old at the time, not a naive teenager anymore. I understood about relationships but had never experienced them, so I was very curious. The thought of riding my mother made my lower abdomen heat up and my heart start pounding. But when I looked up and saw my mother lecturing on the podium, her stern eyes made me realize how ridiculous and impossible that idea was. At least, my mother would never agree to it; she might even beat me to death the moment I entertained the thought. So, this idea was killed before it was even born.
And so, I lived my life as a student, studying diligently, sometimes relaxing with novels. My father remained indifferent, and my mother remained strict. Time passed day by day, and five months flew by. Three days before the college entrance exam, the school gave everyone a break to allow students to relax and prepare for the exam. My parents knew about this, so on the second day of the break, my mother prepared a rather elaborate dinner. The three of us happily ate around the table. During the meal, my father said he would be going to Shenzhen after my college entrance exam to help his company with its stock listing, which might take three or four months.
Suddenly, Mom said,
"How about this? After Hongjian (my real name is X Hongjian) finishes his exams, we'll go out for a trip. He's been studying so much these past few years, he hasn't had a proper chance to play. Let's take this opportunity to relax."
I was stunned. Why would Mom say something like that? She used to scold me for reading novels; she'd already torn up several copies of *Yilin* and *Reader's Digest*. I glanced at Mom, and she smiled and said, "You're 18 now, practically an adult. I've been controlling because you were still a student, and the college entrance exam is very important. After the exam, you'll be a university student. I can't control you like this anymore. Let's go on a trip, relax, and let you enjoy your university life." Dad agreed, and that's how it was decided that Mom and I would go on a trip after the college entrance exam. Putting aside unimportant things, after the college entrance exam, my results came out. I did quite well, and the university I applied to was the one I expected. The whole family was happy the day the acceptance letter arrived, and I was happy too—not because of the trip, but because of university. At the time, my impression of university was that it was a carefree pasture, a place where a bunch of puppies could run wild and do whatever they wanted, without family control or parental nagging. You can imagine how attractive that was to high school seniors.
The following week was very busy at home, especially for my mother. She had to pack for her business trip while also packing for us. Everything started normally. My mother boarded a plane to Shenzhen after we waved goodbye, while my mother and I took the train to Dalian. With transportation so convenient now, and since my mother and I were traveling independently, we went wherever we wanted, visiting many places. We went to Dalian first, then TS, then Beijing, and TY. In short, my mother and I traveled through a large part of China. At first, I wasn't very talkative and only spoke to my mother. She anticipated this and told me that this wouldn't work; only those with outgoing personalities and the ability to talk to others could integrate well into the group in university. She started to encourage me to talk and chat with strangers. Gradually, I became less shy and timid. Plus, I was polite, and while I wouldn't call myself handsome, I had a sunny disposition and always smiled at everyone. I was also tall, so I could chat with both elders and peers. My mother was happy to see this. We walked and played along the way for almost a month, and then my mother and I started heading back.
When we reached SY (presumably a university in Beijing), we lingered there for a long time, partly because it was close to home, and partly because my university was there. We spent three or four days there, visiting the university. The spacious campus and the beautiful young women made me even more eager for university life. I had my mother sit on a stone bench under the shade of a tree while I struck up conversations with the upperclassmen who seemed nice. Thanks to a month of conversation practice and the fact that there were quite a few graduating students at the university, I quickly struck up a conversation with them. Within half an hour, these upperclassmen assured me that they would keep in touch after the start of the semester and show me around. I was particularly attentive to the pretty upperclassmen, often making them laugh. When we realized it was late, it was already 5:30 PM. My mother and I hurriedly said goodbye to them and headed towards the hotel we had booked.
My mother was very quiet as we walked, but I didn't pay much attention. After all, I was tired after walking all day, and my mind was full of thoughts about university. Suddenly, my mother spoke.
"Hongjian, don't start dating girls so easily after you go to university. It'll affect your studies. Wait until your junior or senior year to talk about dating, understand?" My mother's tone was quite stern when she said "understand?" My good mood vanished instantly. I said "Oh," and ignored her, sauntering after her to the hotel, feeling very annoyed. What? I'm in university, why does she still need to tell me what to do? I thought to myself, I shouldn't take her words to heart; I should have fun in university and not let any suitable girls slip by. Even though I thought that, my good mood didn't return. When I arrived at the hotel with my mother, I felt even more annoyed.
The reason was that the hotel owner, seeing that my mother and I hadn't returned so late, had arbitrarily let us use both rooms we had booked. This made me very angry. You see, since the start of our trip, my mom and I have always stayed in separate rooms. My mom doesn't like sharing rooms, and she also wants me to develop my independence, so she lets me have a room by myself. Everyone knows it's not really necessary, but it's not a big deal, and I like being alone to avoid my mom's constant nagging. But today's situation really annoyed us. I argued with the owner, who knew he was in the wrong, but these kinds of small hotels aren't very reputable. My mom and I had only told the owner and left our luggage there; we hadn't gone through any proper procedures. So the owner, knowing this, said he could only offer me one room. I was furious and wanted to argue with him, but my mom stopped me. She told me to just make do for tonight, since we were going home tomorrow anyway. Reluctantly, we followed the smiling owner to the room. He apologized, but I didn't care. When we got to the room, we found that it was indeed empty, but instead of the two single beds we expected, there was a double bed. I started arguing with him again, but the owner couldn't do anything about it. He said that this was the only room available in the double room section, and there were no other rooms available. Finally, he relented and offered to lower the price further. My mother, seeing that it was getting late, almost eight o'clock, stopped my argument and reluctantly checked in.
After dinner, it was almost nine o'clock. Since my mother goes to bed early at home, she didn't let me watch TV and went to wash up and prepare for bed. I lay on the bed, feeling very unhappy. When I'm alone, I always watch TV until very late before going to bed. Sharing a room with my mother is really troublesome. Moreover, when we're together, my mother is always in charge, and I can only obey her. When she says to go to bed, I have to go to bed; when she says to do something, I have to do it. I wouldn't have thought much of this before, but after a month of this, my mind started to stir. I became quite resentful of my mother's domineering attitude. Why should I listen to her all the time? Suddenly, I remembered what my mother had said on the way back, and a surge of resentment welled up in my chest. "How long is she going to control me? Always so high and mighty."
After that, I felt particularly irritable and frustrated, so I started browsing pornographic websites on my phone to see if there were any new novels. After browsing through them, I found a few terrible novels. In these novels, the mother could just take off her pants and have sex. I would normally not even bother reading these kinds of novels, but today I really had no better way to kill time, and the descriptions of sex in them were quite detailed, so I gradually got aroused.
A while later, the bathroom door opened. The moment I saw my mother walk out of the bathroom, I involuntarily became erect. Although I felt ashamed, I was definitely hard, even though that woman was my mother. Today, my mother wasn't wearing the long nightgown she usually wore at home; instead, she had changed into a black, semi-transparent spaghetti strap nightgown with a wide, low neckline that reached all the way up to her chest. I could see her bra underneath, and her full breasts made her chest appear full, revealing a deep cleavage. She came out, her skirt was very short, only reaching her upper thighs on a young woman, but my mother's frame was larger than most young women's, the skirt barely covering her round, pert buttocks. Her underwear was also small, revealing most of her fair, tender bottom. My mother's face was slightly flushed, seemingly not quite used to this new dress. I watched as she slowly walked towards the bed. From her back, I could see that the lace nightgown had lace ties at the back, and the tight hem made her walk with a slightly large gait, her round, full buttocks swaying back and forth, making my heart flutter. I quickly moved further in, a fragrant breeze wafting towards me—the scent of my mother's shower gel. My mother's sexy outfit made me hot, and I quickly turned away to go to sleep. My mother nudged me, saying, "Go, take a shower before you sleep."
Sigh, I had no choice but to obediently go into the bathroom, which was good, at least I could avoid this awkward moment. After quickly showering and drying myself, I went back to bed and drifted off to sleep.
(I was lying on the bed with a voluptuous beauty in my arms. The room was dark, and I couldn't see her face clearly, but I knew she was my girlfriend. We had already taken the final step, and I was about to penetrate her. I don't even have a girlfriend yet, so how could someone be having sex with me?) Okay, I was dreaming then, a wet dream, which is fine, but when I woke up, I found a dark area in front of me. I looked closely and realized it was my mother's pajamas. Through the black lace pattern, I could see my mother's fleshy back. I remember sleeping a distance away from my mother, so how did we end up in this position? It must be because of the double bed. When two people are on the bed, the bed sags in the middle, causing both of us to slide towards the center, so now I'm so close to my mother. Just as I was about to turn over, I suddenly heard a sound, "slap, slap, slap, slap, slap,"
a series of slapping sounds, like the sound of slapping hands. I checked my phone, it was already 1 a.m., why would anyone be slapping hands at this hour? "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."
As I was thinking this, a soft moan reached my ears. I snapped awake, all my sleepiness vanished. It was the sound of fucking. Damn, I realized, this was the double bed area, all hourly rooms, rented to young couples for sex. Ugh, what bad luck, how am I supposed to sleep with all this moaning? It's been twenty minutes, and it hasn't stopped yet. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. My mother, tossing and turning, even stirred slightly. Afraid of waking her, I remained still, afraid to move. But the woman's moans were so seductive, my penis was completely erect. What to do? Usually, I could masturbate to release my pent-up desire, but what could I do now? I dared not move too much.
"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah^"
The moans from next door grew louder. I shifted uncomfortably, and as a result, I pressed my entire body against my mother's. Since her back was to me, my front half was pressed against her back half, so naturally, my entire penis was pressed against her buttocks. My penis started to grow even bigger due to the pressure, until it was hard and pressed against her buttocks. But my mother was still not awake. The pleasure of my penis pressing against her buttocks made me hard. This is a woman, isn't it? I subconsciously arched my penis, feeling the slight indentation of my mother's buttocks. Suddenly, I had the urge to release my pent-up desire with my mother's body.
I observed my mother for a moment, and seeing that she didn't react, my hands involuntarily reached out to touch her waist. I first placed my hands on her waist, feeling her warm and soft touch, and then gently rubbed it a couple of times before stopping. Finding she still didn't react, I moved my hands down to the hem of her pajamas, slipped inside, and slid them back down to her waist. Her waist felt so comfortable to touch, and there wasn't much excess fat; it felt even softer and smoother than through her pajamas. My hands moved uncontrollably up and down, gradually expanding the area. I moved my hands to her lower abdomen and began to gently knead the tender flesh of her abdomen with my palms. It was so soft! As I touched her, my lower body started to wiggle and rub against her buttocks. But my mother was fast asleep and didn't react. Gradually, I became dissatisfied with just my mother's abdomen. My hand began to move upwards, gliding over her ribs until I touched her bra. I first placed my hand on her breasts to experience them. My nearly 20cm long hand barely covered them. My fingers rested on the upper part of her exposed breasts, and the soft touch was intoxicating. I gently rubbed them, feeling the size and softness of her breasts. I wondered if I should risk taking off her bra and touching her breasts, but I was afraid that if she suddenly woke up and found out, it would be difficult to explain. While I was hesitating, the moaning from next door pushed me. I hardened my heart and decided to have some fun, because my mother's breasts looked really fleshy, and the feel of rubbing them must be wonderful.
I tried to unhook her bra and was surprised to find that it was a front-clasp bra. I moved my hand to the center of her bra and started fumbling for the clasp. After I found it and gently unhooked it, I stopped because I noticed her twitch. I was startled, afraid she would wake up, so I held my breath and remained motionless. Luckily, she didn't move anything else, and her breathing was still steady. I breathed a sigh of relief; the movement must have been an unconscious action during her deep sleep. Now I began to enjoy my spoils. Her bra, half-open, had fallen onto the bed, exposing her breasts. I covered them with my hands as if I had found a treasure, gently kneading her breasts. As I kneaded, I could clearly feel the elasticity and jiggling of her breasts. I moved my hand, feeling the softness and smoothness of my mother's breasts. My palm also touched her nipples; the soft yet firm texture was so wonderful. Those tiny fleshy bumps, supported by her breasts, pressed against my palm. When I pinched them with my thumb and forefinger, they were so soft. I gently tugged at them a couple of times and found that my mother only slightly twitched. I felt more at ease and began to knead her breasts with my whole hand, the movements becoming more and more vigorous. I was immersed in the softness of my mother's breasts. Her breasts were so soft! When I pressed, my fingers could sink slightly into them; when I released them, they returned to their original shape, gently swaying with the movement of my hand, creating soft, fleshy ripples.
My penis was already incredibly hard. Pressing against my mother's buttocks wasn't as stimulating as it had been at the beginning. Looking at the small panties on my mother's big buttocks, I had a sudden idea. I grabbed one side of her panties and slowly pulled them down, gradually revealing the cleft of her buttocks. After fully exposing my penis, I held the glans and pressed it against my mother's buttocks. I felt the temperature inside the crevice was even higher, and her buttocks were tightly clenched. I quietly enjoyed the pleasure of my mother's buttocks. My hand continued to move down my mother's lower abdomen, and soon I touched my mother's panties. I lifted the panties with my middle finger and slowly slid my palm inside. As my mother's pubic hair increased, the temperature also increased. I could even feel a warm, wet sensation, but I didn't pay attention. I continued to rub downwards. Finally, after passing the area of pubic hair, I felt a protrusion. I knew what it was. At this moment, I became excited. My fingers passed the clitoris and continued to explore backwards. Suddenly, I felt a wetness. I knew my fingers had reached my mother's vaginal opening. My palm was completely covering her genitals. I rubbed her clitoris, flicking it with my index finger, feeling it grow larger. The wetness at the vaginal opening became more and more obvious. While rubbing my mother's genitals, my middle finger reached the entrance of her vagina, and my penis was buried in her buttocks. I felt like I was pressing against her anus. I was extremely excited. I kneaded my mother's genitals and gently moved her buttocks. Pleasure kept rising up my spine. Suddenly, I lost control, and my middle finger entered a slippery, warm place. I was startled. I was afraid that I would wake my mother up, but the wonderful sensation in Nana's vagina stimulated me to ejaculate. I ejaculated six times, all of it inside my mother's buttocks.
At that moment, what chilled me to the bone was feeling my mother's hand on mine. She removed it and didn't move again. My mother was awake. When did she wake up? Why didn't she stop me? Why didn't she turn around? What was I going to do tomorrow? My mind was filled with questions, but the ejaculation had left me exhausted. My eyelids were heavy, and I tried to open them, but gradually I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up the next day, my mother was already up, and everything seemed normal. I lay in bed as usual, and touched my penis. I found it lying there quietly, without any trace of semen. Was last night a dream within a dream? Was what I did to my mother also a dream? Great, then what my mother discovered was also a dream. I got up to wash up and found my mother washing clothes in the bathroom. She was calm, glanced at me, urged me to brush my teeth and wash my face, and then continued washing clothes. I glanced at her and realized she was washing the underwear from last night. As my mother and I sat in the car, she suddenly took my hand and gently said, "Don't masturbate so often, it's bad for your health."
I was stunned. So, what happened last night wasn't a dream? Oh my god, why did my mother just remove my hand last night without saying anything? I looked at my mother with a questioning gaze. She noticed my gaze, her face slightly flushed, and she turned her head away. Why was my mother blushing? Could it be...? I remembered the wetness when I touched my mother's vagina last night. Could it be that my mother didn't make any noises like the neighbors...? I didn't dare to think any further, nor did I dare to look at my mother. I just quietly went home.
Chapter Two—My Mother's Soft, White Hands
After returning home, we tacitly didn't mention the incident again. My mother seemed calm, as if she was about to forget it, but I didn't want to forget it because that night was so amazing.
The woman I had my first time with was my own mother. I felt like I was in a novel, gradually approaching my ideal world. Some thoughts that had been dormant in my mind resurfaced. Could I really have those things happen with my mother? I looked at my mother's body, and unconsciously recalled that night at the hotel—the wonderful feel of her breasts, the warmth of her lower body, the slipperiness of her vagina, the tightness of her buttocks. A surge of heat rose in my abdomen, and my penis began to harden. But I couldn't show any of this. Back home, my mother reverted to that proud woman, controlling me forcefully in everything, as if she had paved the way for me. I could only hide my desires. I didn't even know if that night could happen again, nor did I know my mother's true attitude towards such things, because she wasn't as resolute as I had imagined. It seemed like she hadn't finished saying what she had said in the car. What did my mother mean?
Days passed, and about four days later, around 10 pm, after my parents had fallen asleep, I quietly went into the bathroom and rummaged through my mother's clothes. The novels I'd read said that masturbating with my mother's underwear felt amazing. Having been tormented by my own wild thoughts these past few days, I decided to release my pent-up emotions. I decided to masturbate with my mother's underwear.
So I went to the bathroom and started searching. I found the underwear, but it was all washed. However, among them, I found the little panties my mother had worn that night at the hotel. My heart instantly burned. I picked up the panties and unfolded them. They were a pure light pink, about the size of a palm when fully unfolded. I thought, no wonder so much flesh was showing on my mother's plump, white buttocks. I remembered the feeling of inserting my penis into my mother's buttocks that night. By this time, my penis was completely hard. I wrapped the panties around my penis, imagining it was my mother's genitals, imagining that I had penetrated her, and started masturbating. The
soft fabric of the panties was very comfortable, and since it was the first time I had used my mother's panties, I quickly reached orgasm. Just as I was about to ejaculate, the bathroom door facing me was suddenly pushed open, and my mother came in. I was startled, and my mother also looked surprised. This must be a coincidence, an awkward coincidence. My mother glanced at me, noticed the panties in my hand and my exposed penis, and she immediately understood everything. My mother glared at me angrily. I quickly took off my underwear and pulled up my pants, awkwardly holding the underwear, unsure what to do.
I quietly put the underwear back in the laundry basket, but then my mother picked it up again. Just as I was wondering what was going on, I saw her throw the underwear into the trash can. She glanced back at me and said in a low voice,
"Disgusting! What did I tell you on the bus? You little brat, how dare you do something so shameless!"
I blushed and lowered my head. Hearing this, I stubbornly looked at her. Seeing my gaze, my mother became even angrier and slapped me hard. My eyes instantly reddened; I had been hit on the nose. My nose stung, and tears streamed down my face. My mother was stunned, probably surprised by my reaction. She had hit me before, but I had never cried. She didn't understand why this time, even though I had done something wrong, she seemed to have some unspeakable secret, as if she had suffered some injustice. While my mother was still in a daze, I turned and quickly went back to my room and lay down.
Lying in bed, I listened to the sounds from the bathroom, and it seemed like my mother stood there for a while before quietly returning to her room. My heart was filled with anxiety as I thought about how I would face my mother in the future, lying there with my eyes closed, my mind wandering.
Suddenly, I felt someone sitting next to me. I woke up abruptly and opened my eyes to see it was my mother. I didn't know why she was sitting by my bed. She was wearing pajamas, her long, black hair cascading down her snow-white nape. Her high, alluring breasts rose and fell gently with her breath, her beautiful curves hidden beneath the black pajamas. Her glossy calves were exposed, appearing even smoother and softer. Black slippers with delicate straps outlined her two perfect, snow-white feet. Her smooth ankles and glistening toes kept me staring.
It shouldn't be 11 o'clock yet. Why was my mother back in my room instead of sleeping? Had she recovered from what happened earlier? Was she going to settle scores with me? I didn't dare to say a word, just quietly watching her. Then my mother spoke, "Jian, didn't I tell you in the car not to masturbate anymore? It's bad for your health."
Her tone was gentle, not like she was there to interrogate me. Just as I was wondering how to answer, her words cleared my mind.
"Are you feeling particularly upset but too embarrassed to say it? It's okay, you're about the same age now. Me too, I shouldn't have suddenly hit you, I'm sorry. I usually pay attention to your studies but I didn't teach you this kind of thing, it was my oversight. But you shouldn't have used Mom's… and what you did to me that night… that was wrong, you know? Don't do it again."
Oh my god, Mom's words made me understand some things. Everything in the bathroom just now was misunderstood by Mom. She thought I just wanted to release my desires but couldn't find a way, so I did those things. In Mom's heart, I'm still that obedient little brat in her eyes. Although I usually really resent Mom's thinking, today I'm grateful for it. Because it saved me a lot of trouble, I don't have to worry about how to explain this to Mom anymore.
I whispered, "Yes, Mom, I know I was wrong. I'll never do it again."
Mom was pleased with my attitude and said, "Alright, alright, don't do this again. If anything happens, tell Mom, okay?"
I nodded, thinking it was over, but Mom's next words made me think again, "Were you feeling unwell tonight? How are you feeling?"
I mustered my courage and whispered, "Yes, Mom, I'm still feeling unwell." As I spoke, I tried to get my penis hard. I turned on the nightlight and glanced at Mom's heaving breasts and her smooth, white legs. My penis was already erect, making a bulge in the blanket. At that moment, Mom glanced at my lower body and saw the bulge. Her fair face flushed slightly, making her look very feminine. Paired with her black lace nightgown and long, flowing hair, the bulge in the blanket rose even higher under Mom's gaze. Mom was clearly taken aback and paused for a moment. I yanked the blanket off, revealing my body clad only in boxer shorts, the high bulge of my underwear making them stick up.
Mom obviously hadn't expected me to pull back the blanket, but she didn't say anything. However, I wasn't going to let her off the hook. I said, "Mom, look what's wrong with me. I feel so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that I can't sleep. And it's hard, I don't even dare to turn over. You don't believe me? Look." Before my mother could say anything, I pulled down my underwear. "No..." My mother's words were useless. After I took off my underwear, my erect penis was completely exposed in front of my mother. When my penis is fully erect, it is about 18 or 19 centimeters long and about two fingers wide in diameter. Because I often masturbate, my glans is completely exposed. The red glans is trembling slightly, and the fleshy ridge below is very prominent. The edges of the fleshy ridge are slightly aroused. The whole penis is slightly upturned. If I stand upright, my penis can be up to 60 degrees horizontally when it is fully erect. Two testicles the size of ping-pong balls are tucked at the base of my penis, and thick black hair extends all the way to below my navel. This scene is really amazing.
My mother blushed as she looked at my penis, then turned her head away, saying, "Quick, put your pants on. Don't worry about Mom's things." She reached out to pull up my underwear, but my erect penis was stuck. She pressed down on my penis, trying to smooth the underwear up, but when she touched it, I excitedly pulled it up again. My hard, hot penis twitched in her hand, startling her. I quickly grabbed her hand, preventing her from moving it away. Her small, white hand gently grasped my penis, only holding it halfway. When Mom was stunned and didn't know what to do, I spoke up, "Don't move, Mom, it hurts. It hurts when you move. Don't move."
Mom didn't know what to do, so I asked, "Mom, what's wrong? This has happened several times already. It's always so uncomfortable, and it takes a long time before I can fall asleep." Mom's face was red, and she was restless. I continued with my plan. I don't know how I became so bold. I don't even know if this plan will work. I just vaguely wanted to do it. Seeing that Mom wasn't speaking, I continued, "It's been like this for a long time tonight, so I used your underwear in the bathroom... It was just as uncomfortable during that time I masturbated, that time I..." I was about to finish when Mom stopped me, "Don't... don't say anymore, I know." Not wanting Mom to dominate the conversation, I continued, "Mom, what's wrong? Usually at this time, I have to masturbate for a long time to get it to go down, and afterwards it's sticky. Mom, do you know any other way? This is so uncomfortable."
My current thought was to have Mom put her hand on my penis for a longer time, because Mom's soft palm felt so good, soft and warm.
Mom blushed and mumbled for a while before finally saying, "Okay, no need to say anymore, I understand."
Seeing that Mom still wasn't going to bring it up, I took the initiative. I slightly moved my right hand, which was resting on Mom's hand, causing her hand to gently rub against my penis. The soft touch and friction stimulated my penis, making it tremble. Mom didn't react, just sat there blankly. I asked, "Mom, besides touching it yourself, are there any other good ways? Once I touched it and it hurt so much."
Mom reacted at this point. She withdrew her hand and didn't pull up my underwear again, but turned her face away and said, "Hmm... well... there aren't any good ways. You don't..." "You can't keep touching it, touching it too much is bad for your health, and this area is very precious. Don't touch it anymore, what if you hurt it? Listen to Mom, don't touch it anymore." Saying this, she stood up to leave, but of course I couldn't let her go. So I mustered up my courage and grabbed her hand again, pulling it towards my penis as I said, "What can I do? I can't just touch it myself, Mom, it's uncomfortable. Look, it's so hard and warm, I can't sleep. Mom, please think of something. What can I do if I don't touch it?"
Perhaps my urgent tone awakened her sense of responsibility, because she didn't get up again, sitting there quietly, unsure of what to do.
Looking at my silent mother, I was getting anxious. Should I speak first? Fine, I'll speak then. So I looked at my mother's face and said, "Mom, how about... how about you help me?"
My mother was startled, "How can I do that?"
"What should I do? Otherwise I'll be too uncomfortable to sleep. It hurts if I do it myself, and you won't let me. You just said I can't move around, and I'm scared too."
Surprisingly, my mother didn't argue with me. Her face was red, and she didn't say anything. She sat on the edge of my bed, fidgeting. Anyone could see that my mother was very confused because she kept fidgeting, and her high breasts heaved more frequently. The alluring sight made my penis move up and down. My mother's face turned even redder when she saw this. I urged her, "Mom~"
At this moment, my mother bit her lip, looked at my expectant eyes, as if she had made a decision, and said, "How about this, you, you go wash up, and then, and then, and then," I stared at my mother with passionate eyes, waiting for her to continue, "and then, I'll help you, I'll help you."
For a moment, I thought I had misheard, because I hadn't expected my mother to agree to help me masturbate so easily. I thought that as a teacher, my mother would never easily accept such a seemingly outrageous suggestion. I was so surprised! I eagerly asked, "Really, Mom?" Perhaps I was too excited, because my mother almost bowed her head to her chest and nodded slightly in response.
Overjoyed, I straightened up and hugged my mother. She gasped and tried to push me away. I hugged her tightly and said, "Thank you, Mom." I did it on purpose; I imagined thrusting my erect penis towards my mother's waist, feeling the softness of her body, but I only took a small taste before letting go, because I was afraid my mother would be angry, afraid that if I went too far, she wouldn't help me masturbate anymore. After hugging my mother briefly, I ran towards the bathroom, turning back to say to her as I ran, "Mom, wait for me, I'll be right there."
In the bathroom, I excitedly washed my body, especially my penis, afraid that my mother would refuse me because of the mess. After washing myself carefully, I suddenly realized that this opportunity wasn't something you could just come across easily, and I should seize it. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to handle my first time and would ejaculate after just a few touches from my mother, which would be a waste. So, I started masturbating, thinking that this would help me last longer and allow me to carry out my plan. Thinking that my mother would help me masturbate soon, I excitedly rubbed myself. After ejaculating once, I was worried it wasn't enough, so I ejaculated again. Luckily, I could still stand up. I quickly dried myself off and ran back to the bedroom. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that my mother hadn't left. She seemed very nervous, avoiding my gaze. I lay down on the bed and moved slightly to the side, gesturing for her to sit closer. I stared at her, signaling her to start, but she couldn't see my gaze because her head was down. I gently rubbed my leg against her, and she trembled, but still didn't move. In a panic, I grabbed her hand and called out, "Mom." In her nervousness, Mom grabbed my penis, but she gripped it too tightly, and I cried out. Mom quickly stopped me, afraid of waking Dad. After letting go, she saw my burning gaze and sighed softly. She said, "You, close your eyes. Don't peek."
I obeyed and closed my eyes, then pulled down my underwear. My erect, hard penis angrily rose up, greedily staring at my shy and charming mother. Although my eyes were closed, I secretly opened them a crack to peek. I saw Mom sitting on the edge of the bed, her face flushed. She reached out and pulled back her hand several times before timidly grasping my penis. Mom turned her head to the side, her slender fingers encircling and stroking my penis. Mom was tall and voluptuous, with small, fair hands, but her palms were very soft, and her nails were neatly trimmed, the calluses on her fingers worn away, making them crystal clear. Her warm, jade-like hand grasped my penis, her fair fingers gently gliding over the glans. The sensation was incredibly pleasurable, causing my whole body to tremble. My penis swelled even larger, throbbing excitedly in my mother's soft palm. My mother, surprised by its size, turned her head, her face full of confusion. She seemed quite aroused; her face flushed, her eyes fixed on my restless penis, clumsily stroking it. I could clearly feel her body trembling slightly. When she realized one hand could only hold half, she hesitated slightly, then joined in with her other hand, alternating between them. Soon, my penis was throbbing with erections in her warm hands. My previous attempts hadn't been in vain; despite her efforts, I showed no signs of ejaculating.
She seemed somewhat bewildered, or perhaps her hands were tired, muttering to herself, "Why is it taking so long… and still not coming?" I opened my eyes and our eyes met. She blushed and quickly looked away. I said casually, "Mom, of course it's not easy to get it out. I heard people say that you can use your mouth too, not just your hands."
"How is that possible? How can you put that in your mouth? It's so dirty."
"It's not dirty, I washed it."
No matter what I said, Mom wouldn't agree. I said it twice and then didn't dare bring it up again. I was afraid that if I pushed Mom too far, she wouldn't help me anymore. So I changed my approach, "Actually... Mom, I heard that other moms do it naked." Mom was incredulous. She said suspiciously, "Don't talk nonsense! Who does it naked?" I had already planned how to trick her, so I said, "Wang Qiang and Cai Yan's mothers both did it for them naked, so when they saw their mothers' naked bodies, they immediately got aroused... Xu Haoran's mother is even better; not only did she do it naked, but she also allowed Xu Haoran to touch her..."
My mother knew all the classmates I mentioned, but of course, I made all of this up to deceive her; there was no such thing at all. My mother listened in silence, but after a while, she suddenly stood up, sighed, and lifted her hands to take off her nightgown. At this moment, I saw that my mother was wearing a pink cotton thong, which tightly hugged her firm, plump buttocks, making her buttocks tremble, making one want to bite them. Holy crap, Mom's pajamas tonight actually had built-in bra supports! As soon as she took them off, her round, high breasts were completely exposed. I stared excitedly at her breasts, my breathing becoming heavy. She looked as if she was about to cry, and whispered, "Hey... I'm your mother... Hey... You can look, but you can't touch me... and you can't think of anything..."
I hurriedly agreed, but my eyes were fixed on Mom's naked body. Mom was only wearing pink panties, her large, full, white breasts hanging in front of her chest, showing no signs of sagging; her purplish-red nipples, about the size of peanuts, were slowly swelling and becoming erect. I thought: Mom is probably a little excited too, so I paid special attention to the crotch of her panties.
I lay on the bed, and Mom sat on the edge of the bed facing me, but she kept her head down, not daring to look at me, so I could freely scan any part of her body with my eyes. Her fair, shapely legs were right before me, her mysterious crotch almost within reach. Beneath her tightly wrapped white panties, her full mons pubis peeked out, revealing a hint of darkness.
To conserve energy, Mom leaned slightly forward, her face drawing ever closer to my penis. Her left hand manipulated it, while her right hand lightly scratched my scrotum to enhance my pleasure. The tickling sent shivers down my spine, making my glans tremble and swell. The pleasure intensified, and my lust reached its peak.
I noticed subtle changes in Mom's body. Her breasts tightened and became larger, her nipples slightly upturned; her snow-white skin flushed, and her palms grew hot; and in her mons pubis area, which I was most focused on, a patch of moisture slowly seeped out and spread, soaking her white panties. All these signs indicated that while Mom was masturbating me, she herself was experiencing some physiological response from the contact with my young body. Perhaps she wasn't actually aroused, but her body had at least faithfully shown the basic signs of arousal!
As my mother's technique became more skilled, my pleasure intensified. When I fantasized about my penis penetrating her wet vagina, I suddenly shuddered and ejaculated violently. This intense pleasure caused my semen to shoot very high, about 20cm. My mother's face was covered in semen; she froze, her mouth slightly agape in surprise. The cloudy semen trickled down her pale cheeks, past her nose, and into her mouth. This lewd scene gave me a powerful stimulation. So, looking at my mother's face and aiming at her slightly open mouth, I ejaculated twice more. I instinctively hoped to ejaculate inside her mouth, but this time she dodged. She continued to stroke me while frowning and wiping the semen from her face. My penis, trembling, gradually shrank and finally went limp. Mom breathed a sigh of relief, saying with a half-smile, "Finally out." She then grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and wiped the semen off her face. I watched with regret as a drop of semen almost slipped into her mouth. After wiping her face, Mom started wiping my penis. She gently peeled back the foreskin, revealing the much smaller glans, and began to carefully clean it, not missing the urethral opening or the area under the ridge of flesh. This gentle caress felt incredibly good. A wave of intense fatigue washed over me after ejaculation; I felt like I couldn't even keep my eyes open. But I still had something to ask Mom.
After Mom finished cleaning up, she picked up the tissues and got up to leave. I grabbed her hand and asked, "Mom, can you help me again next time?"
Mom forcefully shook off my hand and strode towards the door. I was extremely disappointed, but when Mom reached the door, I heard her softly say, "We'll see..."
Having received the answer that satisfied me, I couldn't hold on any longer and fell into a deep sleep, because I had already opened that door and stood before the person inside.
Chapter Three—Mom's Little Mouth and Tender Breasts
When I woke up the next day, I decided that this was the best sleep I'd had in days since I came back from masturbation. The wonderful feeling from last night kept replaying in my mind. This must have been my most pleasurable ejaculation ever; I'd never felt so good before. And Mom's parting words, "We'll see," gave me endless fantasies. Mom hadn't ruled out the possibility, turning it into reality. Mom probably hoped this was the first and last time, but having tasted such a delicious feeling, how could I possibly let go of this married woman? Especially Mom's shy face last night; just her hands could give me such intense pleasure. What would it feel like if Mom used her mouth...? What would it feel like if…if…I could ejaculate in Mom’s mouth? Just imagining my semen filling her slightly parted mouth…what would that be like? Oral sex…I need a plan.
For the next few days, I didn’t do anything out of line, partly to lower Mom’s guard so I could carry out my plan, and partly because Mom had returned to her usual haughty demeanor. But that’s alright; this is a woman’s, a mother’s, inner reserve, their last line of defense. I can’t rush this. My only task now is to slowly, gradually eroding Mom’s proud facade. If getting Mom to masturbate me was opening that door, then my current challenge is how to get her clothes off in the house.
But this peace didn’t last long. Soon after, I had Mom masturbate me again. Having learned from the first time, Mom seemed much less hesitant this time. Although she was still shy, she wasn’t as hesitant as before, and her technique was better. This time, I ejaculated twice myself before asking my mother for help, which led her to believe that it was difficult for me to ejaculate. I took the opportunity to tell her that it was because using my hand wasn't stimulating enough. My mother asked me how to make it more stimulating, and I suggested that she use her mouth. She firmly refused, saying to me very seriously,
"You need to know that I'm your mother, and we're mother and son. I'm helping you like this because I'm afraid you won't understand and might do something bad to your health. If you keep thinking about other things, then don't even think about it anymore. Do you believe I'll tell your father?"
This warning from my mother made me behave for a while, but when she helped me masturbate for the third time, she couldn't take it anymore after more than 40 minutes. My mother couldn't help me masturbate for that long every time. First, her hand would get tired; second, she was afraid that my father would suddenly find out; and third, she was embarrassed to keep holding my penis because it was too stimulating. I noticed that my mom's skin was always very red after she helped me masturbate, especially her cheeks, which looked adorably red.
After that, she brought up the topic again. This time, instead of asking her to use her mouth, I hesitantly said I wanted to touch her breasts. She glared at me but ignored me, finishing her chores as usual and leaving. However, I could tell from her attitude that she had taken my words to heart. It seems my mom is still the passive type; I should try to stir things up a bit more.
One day, I went into the kitchen and found my mom changing a lightbulb on a stool. I went over and offered to help, but she said no.
Although Mom is 170cm tall, changing a lightbulb is a struggle for her. She stretched her arms upwards, her small feet curled up, and pulled her clothes up to her waist, revealing her fair, fleshy waist. She had a slight tummy, but it added to her allure, making her waist appear very voluptuous. I remembered her fair waist when she helped me masturbate the night before, and a surge of heat rose in my heart. I said, "Mom, that's too dangerous, let me help you." Without waiting for her reply, I stepped forward and placed my hands on her soft waist. My hot hands pressed against her flesh, feeling her warmth and softness, and I gently pinched it.
Mom was clearly taken aback by my sudden action, and she swayed unsteadily. When I touched her waist, she began to twist, trying to shake off my hands. The violent shaking made Mom even more unsteady on her feet. She stumbled and fell to the ground. I quickly caught her to prevent her from falling, but I tripped over the stool she was standing on. We both tumbled to the ground. When I came to my senses, I realized we were both on the floor.
I found my arms around Mom, one arm around her back, and the other hand, which had been caressing her soft waist, had slipped inside her clothes. My hand moved slightly, and I began to knead her waist.
At this moment, Mom also came to her senses and realized we were embracing so intimately. She instinctively tried to pull away.
I quickly pretended to be concerned and asked, "Mom, did you get hurt? It's all my fault, I didn't hold you properly." I looked steadily at her. Perhaps Mom was stunned by my words; she stared at me blankly, speechless. Looking at her slightly parted lips, I instinctively kissed her.
My mother resisted with her lips tightly closed, and I just kept kissing her lips. I didn't know what a real kiss was like; I was just imitating, so apart from the softness and slight fragrance, I didn't feel anything special. I kept trying to pry her lips open with my tongue. As my right finger moved in and out, my mother's juices flowed out, and her lips relaxed. Just then, my mother's mouth opened slightly, and I took the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth. Who knew that once it was inside, I would know how good it was. My mother's mouth was wet and slippery. When my tongue touched my mother's tongue, I felt a slight electric shock from the tip of my tongue. Naturally, I wouldn't let such enjoyment pass me by, and my tongue kept entwining with my mother's tongue. My mother tried to dodge at first, but there was nowhere to hide. She was tightly wrapped and sucked by my tongue.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm...sizzle...sizzle...mmm..."
My mother almost gave up resisting, letting my tongue swirl in her mouth, and even involuntarily sucking on my tongue. I kissed my mother passionately, one hand kneading her breasts, the other stimulating her vagina inside her panties.
For a long, long time, my mother pushed me away, panting heavily. Having tasted the sweetness, I pleaded, "Mom, again!" I kissed her again. This time I improved; I sucked her tongue into my mouth, slowly savoring it. My mother was also intoxicated by my gentle kiss. We kissed for who knows how long; my tongue felt a little numb, but I lingered on the feeling of her tongue, not wanting to pull away.
A moment later, my mother suddenly pulled my hand away from her lips.
[The End]

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