My Summer Vacation Story with My Mother

I still remember the first time I saw my mother's body; it was an unforgettable experience. It was summer vacation, and during the busy farming season, I naturally had to help with the work. I had to leave for the fields before dawn, and by noon, the temperature in the fields was very hot, so I would go back to escape the heat. I was always drenched in sweat when I came back, and taking a shower was a must after working. That day, my mother came back first, and I played with my friends outside for a while before going home. I was very thirsty, so I went straight to the kitchen to get water. Because I had to pass the shower area to get to the kitchen, I saw my mother squatting by the tap washing herself. Since her back was to me, I could only see her smooth back and large buttocks. Her whole body was white, and I had no idea my mother was so fair. I usually only saw her hands and face, areas that would be very tanned for farmers exposed to the sun. My mother usually dressed conservatively, even when it was very hot and she was working outside, she was always fully covered up. My heart was pounding, and I didn't dare to look any longer as I quickly walked to the kitchen. My mom found me, but instead of saying anything, she scolded me for going out and not taking a shower. I poured myself a glass of water and drank it with my back to her. I knew she was drying herself and getting dressed, and I felt inexplicably nervous, unsure whether I should peek. My mom must still treat me like a child, which is why she was so nonchalant. But I'm not a child anymore; I already had my own thoughts. I felt incredibly wicked at that moment. When I put the glass down after drinking the water, I glanced at my mom. She was getting dressed with her back to me. Her shorts were on, but they still couldn't cover her large buttocks, especially when she stood up, her private parts looked particularly soft. When she turned to the side, I could vaguely see her breasts; because I couldn't see them clearly, they seemed even more attractive. After a while, my mom finished dressing and went back to the main room. I knew she wanted me to take a shower. Perhaps because of my sexual desires, I started paying attention to my mom. Occasionally, I would see her changing clothes or squatting to urinate. Every time my mom saw me, she acted very casually, which made me feel more at ease. Then, when I was showering, I longed for my mom to come into the kitchen to do something. I don't know why I did it; I just wanted her to see me naked. After August, the nights were so hot I barely slept a wink. On the farm, during the peak summer electricity usage period, we often had our power cut off, which was really annoying—the power was on during the day but shut off at night. Sometimes, when it got unbearably hot, I would wash myself under the tap, several times a night. My mom knew I wasn't sleeping well because of the heat, so she asked me to sleep with her. The bed was big and had a bamboo mat, the cooler kind. At first, I felt embarrassed, but I couldn't resist and slept with her. At night, I wore shorts and was shirtless. She fanned me with a fan, and I kept a proper distance, chatting with her. She was also wearing shorts and a nightgown without a bra. Since there was no electricity at night, you couldn't see anything while sleeping; you could only see her full figure in the morning light. For the first few days, I didn't dare do anything, behaving like a good child. My mom still treated me like a child, busy with farm work and housework every day. Since my dad went back to our hometown to do business, my mom and I did most of the farm work. Actually, if I paid attention, I could see a lot of glimpses of my mom's skin. One morning, I woke up early because I needed to pee, and my mom was still asleep. She was sleeping on her side, and I saw two large, white breasts pressed against her chest. Looking through the loose neckline, I could see two grape-like nipples, dark red, on a faint areola. My penis immediately reacted, becoming painfully hard. When working, sometimes there were no toilets in the fields, so we usually relieved ourselves wherever we could. Several times I saw my mom squatting not far from me to urinate. Even through the crops, I could see her white buttocks, and sometimes I could see the glistening stream of water splashing onto the ground—I thought that sound was the most beautiful sound of water. It was too hot at noon and in the afternoon, so my mom usually did housework at home and would take a nap at noon. At that time, I, being young, didn't have the habit of taking naps. But ever since I started paying attention to my mom, I never missed an opportunity. I could see her breasts when she took her afternoon nap because she always turned to her side, making them easily visible. If the lighting was good, I could even see a dark patch through her underwear, but because her shorts were quite long, it was difficult to see her inner thighs. Seeing these things so often made my lust grow bolder. Just looking wasn't enough; I craved physical contact with my mom. Sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night, the urge to touch her becoming incredibly strong. Sometimes I'd deliberately reach out and touch her arm if she didn't react, then slowly move my hand towards her breasts. Thinking back on it now, the fear and trepidation feel like it happened just yesterday. Starting from the edge of her breasts, until my entire palm was on them, I don't know how much courage it took. Each little intrusion fueled a greater desire, and my fear intensified. In that state of both fear and love, I touched my mom's breasts and could even gently massage them. Of course, this process wasn't always smooth; even the smallest movement from my mom would terrify me. Touching my breasts naturally makes me want to touch my lower body, which is where I most long for it. But when I touch my mother's stomach, she moves, so I never get a chance. Sometimes I can only gently place my hand on her labia, and even through her clothes, I can still feel the softness there, which is very satisfying. But if I press too hard, my mother will turn over or scratch it with her hand. At those times, I feel anxious and helpless about her. Ever since I started secretly touching my mother at night, my interactions with her have become somewhat awkward, partly due to shyness and partly due to guilt. What a sinful thing to do at night becomes shameful during the day. On one hand, my sexual desire is incredibly strong, and on the other hand, I blame myself morally. People are always so contradictory, and I haven't been able to find a solution to this contradiction, which has always haunted me. It seems that some things are preordained. My breakthrough with my mother happened that night, on that stormy, thundery night. We had just finished dinner that day, and around 8 o'clock, it started raining heavily, and the power went out. My mom and I quickly washed up and went to bed. The thunder and lightning outside were fierce and terrifying. My mom is terrified of thunder; I remember her always warning me not to get wet in the rain or walk in the rain during thunderstorms. Influenced by her, I was also very scared that night. I remember my mom asking me if I was scared, and I said yes. My mom moved closer to me and hugged me, and I took the opportunity to snuggle into her arms, pressing myself tightly against her soft breasts, smelling her unique feminine scent. Soon, I got an erection; my penis hardened on its own. I was very nervous and didn't know what to do. I shifted my hips, trying to avoid touching my mom. But with my mom holding me, the cramped space couldn't stop my mischievous little brother, so I could only keep shifting to keep it from touching her. My mom asked if I was uncomfortable, and I said no. My mom said, "Turn to your side, and I'll hug you from behind." I obediently turned to my side, and my mom hugged me from behind. I can't remember what my mom and I were talking about, but the feeling of her breasts pressed against my back was really comfortable. We hugged for about half an hour, and I wasn't sleepy at all. My penis was still hard and erect, a little painful, and I felt like I needed to pee. I told my mom I needed to pee, so I got up, went to the chamber pot, and pulled out my rock-hard penis. I stood there for a long time, trying to pee but couldn't. Because it was raining heavily and there was lightning, I didn't dare stand there for too long and ran back to the main room. When I got back to the bed, I could vaguely see my mom curled up with her back to me. I don't know where I got the courage, but I got into bed and hugged my mom from behind. My mom asked if I was wet, and I said no. I also noticed that every time there was lightning, my mom would tremble. It seems my mom is really afraid of lightning. Because I was hugging my mom from behind, my hands were on my mom's breasts, and I could feel her softness. Every time there was lightning, I would hug her tighter, and my mom's buttocks and my penis would get closer and closer, my penis pressing against my mom's buttocks. I believe she could feel it. My mom shifted her hips, and I pressed myself against her, placing my penis right between her buttocks. It felt much more comfortable that way. After a few quick thrusts, my entire body was pressed tightly against my mom's back. She must have felt my restless body; her breathing became a little heavy. My heart was pounding wildly, and if it weren't for the sound of the rain and thunder outside, I think my heartbeat would have been incredibly loud. I tried to grab her breast, and she reached out and grabbed mine. I didn't move, and after a while, she let go. I continued to grab her breast, kneading it a few times. She grabbed my hand again, and then I stopped, waiting for her to release me before continuing to knead her breast. Her grip on my hand became slower and weaker. I felt happy and excited about my achievement, grabbing her breast with both hands. Since she only had one hand on me, my other hand could knead her breast without restraint. My mom has large breasts. When I slipped my hand inside her collar, it was incredibly soft. I gently rubbed them, occasionally pinching her nipples, which seemed to grow larger and harder. I don't know when...When my mom let go of my hand, I greedily rubbed, squeezed, and held it... I touched her breasts for about ten minutes, which was already quite satisfying. But I couldn't stop there. My hand moved down to my mom's lower body, past her breasts. I touched down her soft belly, past her shorts, and just as I touched her pubic hair, she grabbed my hand and pulled it back very forcefully. I tried to break free, but she held on tightly. Just as I was about to force my way in again, my mom suddenly said, "If you do that again, I'll tell your dad, and he'll beat you to death." Hearing this, I felt incredibly guilty. I asked myself, "What am I doing?" At that moment, I didn't know whether to hug her or not, and we were both stuck in an awkward silence. My body was still pressed tightly against my mom, but I didn't dare to move. My mom didn't push me away either, and we remained in this stalemate. After a long time, I couldn't sleep. I thought my mom probably wasn't asleep either, and my penis, uncooperatively, became hard again. I forgot about being splashed with cold water earlier, and desire took over again. Because I was so excited earlier, I kept touching her breasts with my hands, and only now did I remember wanting to suckle them. I pulled her clothes up, revealing her two breasts, touching one with my hand and kissing the other with my mouth. I sucked hard on her nipple. I noticed that when I sucked hard on her nipple, sometimes she would arch her chest to meet my thrusts, which gave me great encouragement. I pressed my whole body against her, and my mother pushed me away. I used my free hand to hold down her hand, but she still managed to break free. We were locked in a silent struggle like this. Finally, I discovered that when I sucked hard on her breast, her hand would go limp and she wouldn't be able to break free. I took this opportunity to climb on top of her, yes, I was completely on top of her, my legs pressing down on her legs, my penis against her genitals, and my hands also pressing down on her hands. At this moment, my mother was bearing the weight of my entire body. I was on top, and the feeling was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. I don't know how to describe it, but it was incredibly comfortable. No matter how I moved, her soft flesh pressed against me. I noticed my mother wasn't struggling much anymore; her breathing became heavier, sometimes her breath landing on my face. Smelling her scent, I felt fearless. I released one hand and touched my mother's stomach. I loved the flesh on her stomach, especially her lower abdomen, which was soft and delicate. I kept squeezing and intimately touching her skin there. My hand moved down a little further and touched her pubic hair. I slowly reached down and gently stroked her pubic hair. The most mysterious place a woman could reach was about to be reached. I was excited, and my heart was pounding faster. When I touched my mother's labia, I noticed her tremble slightly. I eagerly covered them with my whole hand. Her soft labia were in my palm, and my middle finger nestled perfectly in her cleft, soft and moist. I suddenly realized how wet my mother was; my finger was instantly soaked and easily sank into her vagina. Because it was my first time, I didn't know what to do and didn't dare put my fingers in too deep. I kept scraping along the cleft, sometimes sinking my fingers into the opening, feeling the shallow moisture and warmth of her vaginal walls. My mother grabbed my hand as I played with her vagina, not stopping me but not letting go either; I guess she was conflicted. I wanted to take off my mother's inconvenient shorts, but as soon as I pulled, she stopped me, asking what I was doing. At that moment, I couldn't listen to anything. I didn't answer her and kept trying. My mother said no, if you keep doing this, I'll really get angry. I ignored her and continued to pull off her shorts, only to find that they were very difficult to pull down. Although the top was already pulled up to her thighs, exposing her entire vulva, I couldn't pull them down at all if her buttocks didn't move. I had no choice but to touch her vagina and pinch the small protrusions on her cleft; I was just curious at the time, wanting to touch everything. I didn't expect my mom to stick her butt out. I took the opportunity to pull my pants down to my knees, making it easier to pull the rest down. But when I pulled her legs out, I was really worried she might kick me off the bed, thankfully she didn't. I quickly pulled off my shorts too, and with my hard penis, I lay down on my mom's upper body. Without clothes to block the view, my penis was pressing directly against my mom's vagina. I was so excited I was trembling, really trembling. My mom kept her legs together, letting me thrust and caress her. Because I didn't know how to do it, I struggled for a long time but still couldn't get in. Because it was dark on the bed, I could hardly see anything down there, so I had to rely entirely on feeling. I first used my hand to locate my mom's vagina, and then I slowly pressed down with my erect penis. At that time, I was quite clumsy and didn't know to use my hand to guide my penis, because in my memory at that time, you didn't use your hand to guide it during sex. After a few tries, my penis sank into the crevice of her flesh, the glans completely enveloped by the flesh. I moved slightly and it wouldn't slip out. With a forceful thrust, my entire penis easily slid in all the way. I heard my mother let out a sound I had never heard before, a sound that seemed both painful and pleasurable. Then I realized that my mother had opened her legs, allowing my penis to penetrate even deeper, completely inside her vagina. For the first time, I felt enveloped by flesh. I kept pressing towards the deepest part of her vagina, as if it had no end. Once inside, besides pushing in, I mostly just quietly enjoyed the sensation of my penis inside. At that time, I didn't know to thrust or make piston-like movements. The deeper I pushed, the more I felt like I was urinating. Although it felt good, I was also nervous, afraid that I would actually urinate inside my mother's vagina. When I was about to urinate, I tried to hold it in. At that moment, I really wanted to tell my mother that I needed to pee, but I was too embarrassed to say it. I don't know when, but my mother's legs bent and tightly gripped my waist. My knees pressed against the mat, my penis pressed tightly against her vagina. My penis couldn't go any further, but I still couldn't feel the end. My mother stroked my head and said, "Don't move, just stay like this." I lay there, not moving anymore. I sucked on my mother's breast, taking it in and letting it out, then taking it in again. After a while, I got bored, so I lay on her breast, closed my eyes, and listened to the rain. I wanted to rest, but I fell asleep. When I woke up again in the middle of the night, I was sleeping on the other side of my mother's body. I was still thinking about when I got off my mother, but I couldn't remember. This was my first time, completely real. [The End]The video, titled "Domestic Comprehensive Zone 1, 2, 3 Video Zone 1," was surprisingly easy to manipulate; she didn't object. I lifted her clothes, revealing her breasts, and touched one with my hand while kissing the other. I took her nipple directly into my mouth and sucked hard. I noticed that sometimes when I sucked her nipple hard, she would arch her chest to meet my thrusts, which gave me immense encouragement. I pressed my entire body against hers, and my mother pushed me away. I used my free hand to hold down her hand, but she still managed to break free. We were locked in a silent struggle like this. Finally, I realized that sucking hard... When I touched her breasts, her hands would go limp and she wouldn't be able to break free. Taking advantage of this, I climbed on top of her—yes, I was completely on top of her, my legs pressed against hers, my penis against her genitals, and my hands pinning down hers. My mother was bearing the full weight of my body. Being on top of her, the feeling was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. I don't know how to describe it, but it was incredibly comfortable. No matter how I moved, her soft flesh pressed against me. I noticed my mother wasn't struggling much anymore; her breathing became heavier, and sometimes her breath would hit my face. Up there, smelling her scent, I felt fearless. I let go of one hand and touched my mother's belly. I loved the flesh on her stomach, especially her lower abdomen, which was soft and delicate. I kept squeezing and intimately touching her skin there. My hand moved down a little further and touched her pubic hair. I slowly reached over and stroked her pubic hair. I was about to reach the most mysterious place a woman could visit. I was excited, and my heart was beating faster. When I touched my mother's labia, I noticed her tremble slightly. I couldn't wait to cover them with my whole hand. Two soft... Her labia were in my palm, my middle finger nestled perfectly in her cleft, soft and moist. I suddenly realized how wet my mother was; my finger was instantly soaked and easily sank into her vagina. Because it was my first time, I didn't know what to do and didn't dare insert my finger too deeply. I kept scraping along the cleft, sometimes pushing my finger into the opening, gently feeling the moisture and warmth of her vaginal walls. My mother grabbed my hand as I played with her vagina; although she didn't stop me, she wouldn't let go of my hand either. I guess she was conflicted. I tried to remove my mother's inconvenient shorts, but she stopped me as soon as I reached for them, asking what I was doing. At that moment, I couldn't listen to anything. I didn't answer and continued to push. My mother said, "No, if you keep doing this, I'll really get angry." I ignored her and continued pulling at her shorts, only to find they were very difficult to pull down. Even though the top was already pulled up to her thighs, exposing her vulva, I couldn't pull them down because her buttocks wouldn't budge. I was at a loss, so I touched her vagina, pinching the small protrusions on her vulva. I was just curious then, wanting to touch everything. Unexpectedly, my mom lifted her buttocks, and I took the opportunity to pull her shorts down to her knees. The rest was easier to pull down, but as I pulled her legs out, I was worried she might kick me off the bed. Thankfully, she didn't. I quickly pulled off my own shorts and, with my hard penis, climbed onto my mom's upper body. Without the obstruction of clothing, my penis pressed directly against her vagina. I was trembling with excitement, truly trembling. My mom kept her legs together, letting me thrust and caress her. Because I didn't know how to do it, I struggled for a long time but still couldn't get in. Because of the bed... It was very dark; I could barely see anything below, relying entirely on intuition. I first used my hand to locate my mother's vagina, then slowly pressed my erect penis against it. I was quite clumsy then, not knowing to use my hand to guide my penis for alignment, because in my mind, penetration wasn't done with hand support. After a few tries, my penis sank into the crevice, the glans completely enveloped by flesh. I moved slightly but it wouldn't slip out. With a forceful thrust, my entire penis easily slid in all the way. I heard my mother let out a sound I'd never heard before, a sound that seemed both painful and pleasurable. Then I noticed my mother opened her legs, allowing my penis to penetrate even deeper, completely inside her vagina. It was the first time I felt enveloped by flesh, and as I pressed deeper, it felt like my mother's vagina had no end. Once inside, besides pushing further in, I mostly just quietly savored the sensation of my penis inside; at that time, I didn't know to thrust or make piston-like movements. The deeper I squeezed, the more I felt like I was urinating. It felt good, but I was also nervous, afraid I'd actually urinate inside my mom's vagina. When I was about to urinate, I tried to hold it in. I really wanted to tell my mom I needed to pee, but I was too embarrassed to say it. I don't know when, but my mom's legs bent and tightly gripped my waist. My knees pressed against the mat, my penis pressed tightly against her vagina. My penis couldn't go any further, but I still couldn't feel the end. My mom touched my head and said, "Don't move, just stay like this." I lay there, not moving at all. I sucked on my mom's breast, taking it in and letting it out, then taking it in again. After a while, I got bored, so I lay on her breast, closed my eyes, and listened to the rain. I wanted to rest, but I fell asleep. When I woke up again in the middle of the night, I was sleeping on the other side of my mom's body. I kept thinking about when I got off her, but I couldn't remember. This was my first time, completely real. [The End]The video, titled "Domestic Comprehensive Zone 1, 2, 3 Video Zone 1," was surprisingly easy to manipulate; she didn't object. I lifted her clothes, revealing her breasts, and touched one with my hand while kissing the other. I took her nipple directly into my mouth and sucked hard. I noticed that sometimes when I sucked her nipple hard, she would arch her chest to meet my thrusts, which gave me immense encouragement. I pressed my entire body against hers, and my mother pushed me away. I used my free hand to hold down her hand, but she still managed to break free. We were locked in a silent struggle like this. Finally, I realized that sucking hard... When I touched her breasts, her hands would go limp and she wouldn't be able to break free. Taking advantage of this, I climbed on top of her—yes, I was completely on top of her, my legs pressed against hers, my penis against her genitals, and my hands pinning down hers. My mother was bearing the full weight of my body. Being on top of her, the feeling was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. I don't know how to describe it, but it was incredibly comfortable. No matter how I moved, her soft flesh pressed against me. I noticed my mother wasn't struggling much anymore; her breathing became heavier, and sometimes her breath would hit my face. Up there, smelling her scent, I felt fearless. I let go of one hand and touched my mother's belly. I loved the flesh on her stomach, especially her lower abdomen, which was soft and delicate. I kept squeezing and intimately touching her skin there. My hand moved down a little further and touched her pubic hair. I slowly reached over and stroked her pubic hair. I was about to reach the most mysterious place a woman could visit. I was excited, and my heart was beating faster. When I touched my mother's labia, I noticed her tremble slightly. I couldn't wait to cover them with my whole hand. Two soft... Her labia were in my palm, my middle finger nestled perfectly in her cleft, soft and moist. I suddenly realized how wet my mother was; my finger was instantly soaked and easily sank into her vagina. Because it was my first time, I didn't know what to do and didn't dare insert my finger too deeply. I kept scraping along the cleft, sometimes pushing my finger into the opening, gently feeling the moisture and warmth of her vaginal walls. My mother grabbed my hand as I played with her vagina; although she didn't stop me, she wouldn't let go of my hand either. I guess she was conflicted. I tried to remove my mother's inconvenient shorts, but she stopped me as soon as I reached for them, asking what I was doing. At that moment, I couldn't listen to anything. I didn't answer and continued to push. My mother said, "No, if you keep doing this, I'll really get angry." I ignored her and continued pulling at her shorts, only to find they were very difficult to pull down. Even though the top was already pulled up to her thighs, exposing her vulva, I couldn't pull them down because her buttocks wouldn't budge. I was at a loss, so I touched her vagina, pinching the small protrusions on her vulva. I was just curious then, wanting to touch everything. Unexpectedly, my mom lifted her buttocks, and I took the opportunity to pull her shorts down to her knees. The rest was easier to pull down, but as I pulled her legs out, I was worried she might kick me off the bed. Thankfully, she didn't. I quickly pulled off my own shorts and, with my hard penis, climbed onto my mom's upper body. Without the obstruction of clothing, my penis pressed directly against her vagina. I was trembling with excitement, truly trembling. My mom kept her legs together, letting me thrust and caress her. Because I didn't know how to do it, I struggled for a long time but still couldn't get in. Because of the bed... It was very dark; I could barely see anything below, relying entirely on intuition. I first used my hand to locate my mother's vagina, then slowly pressed my erect penis against it. I was quite clumsy then, not knowing to use my hand to guide my penis for alignment, because in my mind, penetration wasn't done with hand support. After a few tries, my penis sank into the crevice, the glans completely enveloped by flesh. I moved slightly but it wouldn't slip out. With a forceful thrust, my entire penis easily slid in all the way. I heard my mother let out a sound I'd never heard before, a sound that seemed both painful and pleasurable. Then I noticed my mother opened her legs, allowing my penis to penetrate even deeper, completely inside her vagina. It was the first time I felt enveloped by flesh, and as I pressed deeper, it felt like my mother's vagina had no end. Once inside, besides pushing further in, I mostly just quietly savored the sensation of my penis inside; at that time, I didn't know to thrust or make piston-like movements. The deeper I squeezed, the more I felt like I was urinating. It felt good, but I was also nervous, afraid I'd actually urinate inside my mom's vagina. When I was about to urinate, I tried to hold it in. I really wanted to tell my mom I needed to pee, but I was too embarrassed to say it. I don't know when, but my mom's legs bent and tightly gripped my waist. My knees pressed against the mat, my penis pressed tightly against her vagina. My penis couldn't go any further, but I still couldn't feel the end. My mom touched my head and said, "Don't move, just stay like this." I lay there, not moving at all. I sucked on my mom's breast, taking it in and letting it out, then taking it in again. After a while, I got bored, so I lay on her breast, closed my eyes, and listened to the rain. I wanted to rest, but I fell asleep. When I woke up again in the middle of the night, I was sleeping on the other side of my mom's body. I kept thinking about when I got off her, but I couldn't remember. This was my first time, completely real. [The End]

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