Dear Mom

Speaking of my mother, I feel both guilty and incredibly happy. Guilty because I feel I've let my father down, because I took his place a few years after his passing; happy because I have such a gentle and loving mother.

I remember three years ago, in May, a sudden car accident took my father's life. I was only 14 years old, just starting junior high. My mother and I cried our hearts out, but we couldn't change the cruelty of fate. My 34-year-old mother and I began a difficult life together, and the entire burden of the family fell on her shoulders. But because we had savings and my father's work subsidies, it was a considerable sum. My mother told me she would use this money to support my education. From that moment on, I vowed in my young heart to study hard and give my mother a better life in the future. I studied diligently from dawn till dusk every day, and even used my winter and summer vacations to study hard. Finally, I ranked third in the entire school in the high school entrance exam and was admitted to the best key high school in the city. My mother was overjoyed and smiled for days. She patted my head and said, "All my hopes are now on you. You must study hard." I secretly vowed to get into X University to repay my mother.

Time passed day by day, month by month, and two years went by in the blink of an eye. My grades were consistently among the top three in the entire grade. My teachers all said I would definitely get into X University, and I was quite pleased with myself. Because my father passed away early, I had been very withdrawn for several years, knowing very little about things outside of studying, and rarely talking to my classmates. But as I grew older, my body was also quietly changing. My penis started to grow a lot of hair and became very thick. I often woke up in the morning to find my underwear covered in sticky, glue-like stuff. When I asked my mother, she would always blush and say, "It's okay, it'll be fine after washing."

I remember one night, I accidentally rubbed my penis with the blanket, and it felt incredibly good, even a little arousing. So I took off my underwear and continued rubbing my naked penis with the blanket. Soon, a lot of "glue" spurted out of my penis, but the feeling was so exciting that I couldn't control myself. I had never felt anything like it before; the excitement that made my whole body tremble was just too good. From then on, every night after dinner, I would go to my room early. My mother thought I was studying hard, but actually I was enjoying the pleasure the blanket brought me.

A month later, during a break between classes, I overheard some boys in the back row whispering about something like a cashier. I didn't pay much attention at the time, but a few days later, I heard them talking about it again. One boy mysteriously said, "Looking at pictures of pretty girls makes it even more enjoyable." Then they all burst into laughter. Since I rarely talked to them, I was too embarrassed to ask. When the weekend came, I went to the library to see what they meant by "cashier" (a euphemism for masturbation). They even said looking at pictures of beautiful women made it more pleasurable. With these questions in mind, I searched for a lot of information and finally found what they were talking about in a book called "Puberty Science." It turned out they were talking about masturbation, and the ejaculation of semen was called ejaculation. The book also talked about masturbation and health. Now I know I've been masturbating all along.

When I got home, my mom asked why I was so late. I lied and said I met a classmate on the way home and quickly went back to my room. I thought about what the book said about masturbation. But since the book wasn't very specific, I had no idea if there was anything better than a blanket for me to ejaculate. Suddenly, I remembered a few classmates who knew. To ask them, I had to get to know them first, so I started approaching them, treating them to snacks. Because I usually had good grades, they were willing to accept me. When the time was right, I asked them about their past experiences with masturbation, but they wouldn't tell me. After much pestering, they agreed to let me do their homework so they could tell me. Driven by my intense curiosity, I agreed without much thought. They then told me a lot about masturbation, how they often watched pornographic films, and the sex scenes in the movies, and much more. I begged them to take me, promising not to tell anyone. Finally, Friday afternoon after school, I lied to my mom, saying I was going to a classmate's house and would be back late. I went with them to a very remote village. After a winding journey, we arrived at a small bungalow. We each paid five yuan and went inside. It was pitch black inside. There were many people sitting in a small room at the back. Looking up, I saw a large television in front of me showing a couple having sex. I found a place to sit down. On the screen, the man was on top of the woman, his buttocks moving as he thrust his penis, which I ejaculate every day, into her body. I was stunned. It was the first time in my life I had seen such a scene. My erection was high, sometimes the man was on top, sometimes the woman was on top, the woman's big breasts swaying up and down and side to side, and the woman's moans were so arousing. Because it was summer and I wasn't wearing many clothes, I felt a strong tremor in my lower body. I quickly ran outside and saw that my underwear was covered in semen. I ejaculated a lot, but it felt very good... When I got home, my eyes and mind were filled with images of men and women having sex. My mother asked me what was wrong, why I looked so pale. I said nothing, just a bit of a cold. My mother quickly touched my forehead and said, "You don't have a fever? Why don't you take some medicine and get some rest?" She got up to get me some medicine. I sat on the sofa, still replaying the image in my mind. A while later, my mother brought me water and medicine and fed me. Because it was summer and I was at home, my mother wasn't wearing many clothes. Just as my mother bent down to pour the medicine from the bottle... I caught a glimpse of my mother's large, round breasts, but I quickly snapped out of it, afraid she'd find out. I hurriedly took my medicine, went to my room, locked the door, and lay on the bed, continuing to replay the scene in my mind. My thoughts had drifted back to the moment my mother bent over. I'd seen her breasts so close, even more so than in the movies. She's 20 years old, but her figure is still so beautiful. I'd seen photos of my mother when she was young; she was incredibly beautiful, with an angelic face. My mother said she was once the most beautiful girl in her school. Although she's no longer young, her mature beauty and innate noble气质 (qi zhi, a kind of refined elegance) combine perfectly, making her even more charming. Just now, I saw her breasts—large and white. Thinking about it, I masturbated until I ejaculated.

In the following days, my mother's breasts constantly appeared in my mind. Women her age are usually in a period of heightened sexual desire. Thinking about how my mother has endured this alone for the past few years, I knew she must be very lonely. So I decided to start by spying on her.

I told Xiaogang, one of my classmates, about this idea. Xiaogang's dad works far away and only comes home a few times a year. Xiaogang had also mentioned he liked to peep. So, Xiaogang and I hit it off immediately. But whose mom should we peep on first? We decided to play rock-paper-scissors; whoever lost would peep on whose mom first. Xiaogang lost, so we prepared to peep on his mom. Xiaogang said his mom was very clean, and since it was summer, she showered every night. We started planning how to peep on her while she showered. We

finally chose tomorrow night, because it was Friday, and his mom would definitely take a good shower and get a good night's sleep. Finally, Friday afternoon arrived, and we went to my house to tell my mom. My mom warmly welcomed Xiaogang. I told her I was going to Xiaogang's house and might be back late. As I was leaving, my mom said to come back early. I thought to myself, "I'm still going to peep on his mom showering, how can I come back early?" Just then, Xiaogang said, "Your mom is so attractive, those breasts are so big!" I said I'd show you my mom after I've seen your mom. Xiao Gang happily agreed.

When we arrived at his house, I rang the doorbell. A very voluptuous woman came out. Xiaogang said, "Mom, my classmate is here." I snapped out of my daze and quickly said, "Hello, Auntie." Xiaogang's mother smiled warmly and said, "Welcome! Please have a seat." We sat on a sofa. His mother brought over fruit and a drink for me. In that instant when she bent down, I saw a pair of snow-white breasts tightly encased in a black bra, but I could still clearly see a deep cleavage and half-exposed breasts. I swallowed hard. His mother was the kind of woman with a very curvaceous figure and fair skin, very alluring. My mind was filled with images of his mother's body. Just then, someone nudged me, bringing me back to my senses. Xiaogang said, "My mom asked what you wanted to eat." I quickly said, "Anything is fine." His mother smiled sweetly and said, "You two can play for a while; the food will be ready soon." Xiaogang quickly asked, "What were you thinking about?" I remarked on her mother's figure, saying I'd just seen her breasts. Xiaogang said we'd see the whole thing soon, and we smiled knowingly. The food was ready quickly, and we ate swiftly before going to Xiaogang's room to wait. He said his mother usually showered after washing the dishes. We waited anxiously and nervously. A while later, we heard her come out of the kitchen and into the bathroom. We were overjoyed and listened quietly at the door. A few minutes later, we heard the sound of running water. Because the bathroom door had a problem and couldn't be fully closed, and usually only the mother and son were home, Xiaogang said there was always a crack in the door when his mother showered. We slowly and gently peeked in. I saw his mother standing naked under the running water, the water flowing slowly from her hair to her feet under the lamplight. It was truly a beautiful body. My penis was already erect and pressed against the wall. All I wanted was to have a hole in it so I could fuck myself. His mother was gently washing her full breasts with shower gel. Although her nipples were a little dark, it didn't detract from her overall beauty. I felt a surge of desire, and then a gush of semen erupted. Looking down, I saw that Xiaogang had also masturbated and ejaculated. We quickly hid in Xiaogang's house to clean up.

Back home, I couldn't calm down for a long time. My mind was filled with his mother's beautiful body. That night, I dreamed of having sex with his mother again, and when I woke up in the morning, there was another puddle of semen on my underwear. A few days passed in this daze. Xiaogang and I kept exchanging our experiences, and we made a pact to spy on my mother tonight. He told me to be prepared. I was both excited and reluctant, but the thrill of the stimulation overwhelmed everything. We agreed that he would come to my house at 7 pm. So, after school that afternoon, I ran home. My mom had already prepared a delicious meal, which I devoured in no time. Mom asked me how my day was, what homework the teacher had assigned, etc., but my mind was completely focused on how to peep. I didn't care about anything else. I gave a casual reply, saying that Xiaogang was coming over to play later and we could do our homework together. Mom said okay, and that she would go buy some fruit or something. I agreed. Because it was so hot, Mom would definitely sweat when she went out to buy things, and she would take a shower when she got back, which would give us a chance to peep. While Mom was out, I scouted the area. Since there was a large window above our bathroom, and it had never been closed for years since only Mom and I lived there, it provided the perfect spying spot. Just then, the doorbell rang, and Xiaogang appeared. He looked around furtively and said, "Your mom's not home." I told him I'd gone to buy some fruit. He said he'd look around from there, and I pointed him to a spot. He excitedly exclaimed, "This place is great! Just a stool and I can see everything! It's better than our place!" I said, "Hey kid, don't ejaculate later!" He chuckled. A little while later, Mom came back. Seeing Xiaogang, she quickly took out the fruit she'd just bought, washed it, and gave it to us. After a few casual words, Mom said, "You guys play first," and then left. I gave Xiaogang a wink, and he immediately understood that Mom was going to take a shower. After a short wait, we moved the stool we'd prepared to the bathroom window and slowly climbed up.

Mom was already standing under the tap taking a shower, but her back was to us. When her beautiful body was revealed to me, I immediately felt aroused. I hadn't realized how well Mom maintained her body; her skin was fair and radiant. When she turned around, my eyes widened. Her full, round breasts trembled with her washing movements. I saw that her nipples were as rosy as a young girl's, probably because no one had touched them for so many years. Mom's abdomen was flat, unlike other women her age who usually had a small belly. Below her flat abdomen was a dark patch—that was Mom's pubic hair. I was so close and clearly seeing Mom... For the first time in my life, I saw a small, fleshy mound between my mother's snow-white thighs. Thick, dark pubic hair lay flat in her triangle area with the flowing water. I suddenly felt an intense urge to know what my mother's genitals looked like. I didn't know if I could see inside, but I could only wait patiently and admire my mother's naked body first. I watched the water flow down my mother's hair, onto her breasts, and then down her thighs. When the water flowed between her thighs, it combed her pubic hair into a black curtain, like hair draped over her mons pubis. I longed to touch it with my own hands. My penis was already throbbing. I looked at Xiaogang, who was already masturbating. After washing her breasts, my mother started washing her vulva. She first applied shower gel to her vulva and then gently rubbed it. As she rubbed, I noticed that my mother had closed her eyes. After a moment, she washed it with clean water, and I could vaguely see my mother's labia majora. It was incredibly beautiful. I felt a very strong surge of energy erupt from my body, and my semen gushed out. My underwear was soaked with semen, and Xiaogang had already ejaculated.

That night, lying in bed, my eyes and mind were filled with my mother's beautiful body. I recalled every movement she made while showering and every mark on her body. As I thought about it, my hand was already on my 18-centimeter-long penis, stroking it. The glimpses of her labia aroused me even more, and I ejaculated again in a few moments. For the next week, I couldn't attend classes. I was in a daze, my mother's body constantly in my eyes and mind, day and night. Spying on her became a daily ritual.

I'd heard that women between thirty and forty have the strongest sex drive. My mother was that age; how did she manage? I had to find a chance to see.

Finally, my chance came. That night, after watching TV, Mom said it was almost eleven o'clock and I should go to bed early because I had school the next day. I yawned and lay down in bed, but my mind was full of Mom, and I couldn't fall asleep. I tossed and turned in bed thinking about her. About an hour later, I needed to go to the bathroom. When I came out, I found that Mom's light was still on, and the door wasn't closed properly, leaving a small crack. I wondered what Mom was doing so late at night, so I quietly peeked inside. What I saw was exactly what I had been dreaming of seeing: Mom was masturbating! My eyes lit up, and I watched intently, afraid of missing a single detail. Mom was completely naked, her left hand kneading her left breast, and her right hand was fiddling with her alluring vulva. Sometimes she kneaded her breast, sometimes her nipple, and her right hand was constantly rubbing and squeezing her vulva. I finally saw my mother's vulva. Her labia majora were still very tender because no one had touched them in a long time. My mother skillfully parted her labia with her index and middle fingers, then gently slid her middle finger inside, moaning softly. She seemed very absorbed. Her middle finger moved in and out, while her index finger tickled her clitoris. My hand was also on my penis, tickling it. Soon, my mother's finger movements intensified, her thighs stretched out powerfully, and with a low groan, she stopped moving, lying motionless on the bed. I didn't even bother going to the bathroom; I ran to the room and ejaculated. Now, I'm no longer just peeping at my mother showering. After that time I watched her masturbate, I wanted to have sex with her more. So whenever I'm home alone, I take out my mother's bra and panties and play with them. My mother has many colors and styles of underwear—red, white, black, etc. I especially like her black lace panties; I always smell them for a long time. One day when I came home from school, I found that my mother had not yet returned. I boldly ran to my mother's room and took out her underwear in that familiar place, but I did not find the black lace one. What happened? I wondered if Mom had left it in the bathroom to wash, and sure enough, I found it there. To my surprise, I discovered black lace, and inside the lace, I found something sticky. I smelled it, and it had a fishy odor. I immediately realized it must be Mom's vaginal fluid, which she probably hadn't had time to wash. This discovery gave me a huge thrill. I immediately used the black lace, soaked with Mom's vaginal fluid, to masturbate, imagining having sex with Mom. Just as I was about to ejaculate, the bathroom door opened. Mom was so surprised that she couldn't speak for a long time. The embarrassing scene made me want to disappear into the ground. A minute later, Mom silently went back to her room. I ran back to my room as fast as I could and immediately closed the door, but my heart was pounding faster than ever. I didn't see Mom come out of her room until I vaguely fell asleep. Early the next morning, I got up, grabbed my backpack, and ran to school. That day, I felt very sorry for Mom because she raised me and supported my education with great difficulty, and yet I did this. But the irresistible allure of a woman's body was irresistible. With this anxious feeling, I didn't even know how I got home after school. When I put down my bag, I found my mother had prepared dinner as usual and called me to eat. But today, my feelings about eating were incredibly complicated. My mother barely spoke; I practically ate my meal backwards and then hid in my room. She didn't speak to me until the next day at school. Today, the teacher said there would be a parent-teacher conference the day after tomorrow because the test results from the past few days were out, and every parent needed to attend. When I got home, I didn't even dare to lift my head and told her about the conference. My mother said, "Okay, I'll go!"

That evening, my mother called me to her room and said she wanted to talk to me. I immediately sensed something was wrong. My mother said that the homeroom teacher had spoken to her alone that day, asking if something was wrong at home. Why had I been so absent-minded lately, not paying attention in class? My grades on the last test were only in the middle of the class; I used to be in the top one or two! My mother asked me what was wrong. I couldn't type anything out, and I was too ashamed to say it. My mother said, "You're my hope! No matter how hard or tiring it is, it's all for you. What's wrong?" I was speechless! We were both silent for a while before my mother asked, "Is it because of what happened a few days ago?" I was startled and quickly said, "No, no." My mother said, "You're all grown up now, and your body is changing. It's normal for things like this to happen, but you can't let it affect your studies!" Hearing my mother say that actually made me feel relieved, and I nodded. My mother said, "Then it is because of this. Tell me when it started." Under my mother's persistent questioning, I had no choice but to tell her everything, from spying on Xiaogang's mother to spying on her taking a shower and seeing her masturbating at night, and so on. During this time, my mother's face became extremely pale. After I finished speaking, my mother looked incredulous but didn't say anything. After all, I am her son, and she is my mother. I think she was heartbroken by what happened. After a long while, Mom said, "Masturbation is a normal physiological reaction during puberty. These are things your father should be teaching you, but he passed away early. It's because I neglected your psychological and physiological education that this happened." I quickly said, "Mom, I won't do it again." Mom said, "Silly child, it's a physiological reaction; you can't control it. But you still need to focus on your studies." I said, "Okay."

For the next month or so, I studied very diligently, but those images still frequently appeared in my mind, impossible to shake off. Midterm exams were only a few months away, but I still couldn't fully concentrate on my studies. My dreams at night were filled with my mother's image. The day before yesterday, my test results came out, and I still didn't do well. When I got home, I showed Mom my results, and she was very unhappy. She asked why I hadn't done well, and tears were welling up in her eyes. I couldn't bear to see her like that, so I told her about my worries. After I finished, Mom shook her head in disappointment and said, "Go to sleep." Three nights later, Mom came home early and cleaned the house spotlessly. She also cooked a lot of delicious food. During dinner, Mom asked me how my studies were going these past few days. I was embarrassed to say that I still couldn't concentrate. After a long while, Mom said, "If I showed you my body, would you be able to concentrate on your studies? But you can only look, not touch." I was stunned and speechless for a long time. Mom lowered her head in embarrassment. This was what I had been thinking about most for the past few months. Mom's beautiful body immediately appeared before my eyes. I said firmly, "If that's the case, I will definitely study hard." Mom said, "Then come to my room at ten o'clock."

Time passed by, minute by minute. I looked at my watch and there was still half an hour left. I was both excited and nervous. Every minute felt like a year. I paced around the room anxiously, wondering what it would be like when Mom's body was presented to me. Finally, the time arrived. I walked heavily to my mother's room. I glanced at the door, and she said, "Come in." I pushed the door open and saw that the light was off. I was about to turn it on when she said, "Don't turn on the light. Leave it like this." I nodded. In the moonlight, I saw my mother lying on the bed, her body covered by the blanket. I didn't know what to do. My mother spoke: "I called and consulted a doctor a few days ago. He said that instead of letting him spy on me, it would be better for him to see a real woman's body. It might have the opposite effect, so I did this. I hope I didn't do anything wrong." I quickly said, "Mom, no, you didn't do anything wrong. I will study hard and won't let you down." Mom said okay, and then she pulled back the covers. I saw she was only wearing a bra and panties. Mom slowly took off her bra, and her two large breasts immediately jumped out like little white rabbits. Next, she took off her panties, and now Mom was completely naked in front of me. The moonlight shone on Mom's beautiful and voluptuous body, and a thick patch of dark pubic hair covered her red labia. My penis immediately became erect, and I unconsciously started masturbating in front of Mom's naked body. Mom noticed and said, "If you want it, do it yourself." I immediately took out my 18-centimeter penis and started stroking it up and down. I saw a look of surprise on Mom's face when I took out my penis. I think it's because Mom hasn't seen my man's penis in a long time, especially since mine is so big. I said, "Mom, can I touch it?" But she immediately refused. Even so, I still felt very satisfied, and I ejaculated after only twenty or so strokes. Mom said, "Go wash up quickly." After I finished washing, Mom said that this was something that had to be kept a secret and that no outsiders should know, and that it could only happen twice a week. I said I would definitely keep it a secret, and that Mom shouldn't worry. But twice seemed a bit too few; could it be three times? Mom reluctantly agreed.

With my mother's understanding and support, I started paying attention in class and my mind kept racing. This continued for over a month, and my grades improved dramatically. My mother finally smiled again, but I wasn't satisfied. I wanted to go further, to enter her body. I finally found an opportunity to tell her. At first, she firmly refused, saying it was incest. I explained that she had been lonely all these years, and besides, it was something only we knew; no one else in the world would ever know. But she still wouldn't agree. It seemed I needed to find another way to enter her body and have sex with her.

Finally, I found an opportunity. Tomorrow was my 17th birthday. I could get my mother drunk and then carry out my plan—entering her body.

So I prepared the alcohol beforehand. On my birthday night, when my mother and I were having dinner, I said, "Mom, let's have a drink." My mother asked, "Can you drink?" I said no, I'd already bought the wine. Mom said, "But I don't know how to drink." I said, "It's okay, it's my birthday today, Mom, have a drink with me." Mom said, "Okay, let's have a little." I poured a glass for Mom and me. Mom said, "Happy birthday to you." I said, "May you stay young and beautiful forever, cheers!" I drank it all in one gulp (actually, I'd been drinking for a while, often with some classmates). Mom took a few sips and said it tasted bad and she didn't want to drink anymore. I said, "No way, I've finished mine, Mom has to finish hers too." Seeing she couldn't refuse, Mom reluctantly finished it. Mom said it tasted bad, and I was a little dizzy. I said, "It's okay," thinking my plan was about to succeed. During this time, Mom and I joked around, ate the food, and I kept pouring her wine. Mom couldn't resist my coaxing and drank quite a bit. I saw her cheeks were flushed, and she was talking incoherently. A few minutes later, she slumped onto the table, not moving. I started tentatively teaching Mom how to eat, but seeing no reaction, I thought it was time. I helped my mother to the room and laid her on the bed. I turned on the light and, with trembling hands, slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She was wearing a white bra, and even though she was lying down, her full breasts still stood erect like small hills. Because there were small clasps in the front of her bra, I easily removed it, revealing her round breasts to me. I first gently sniffed them, and a fresh and fragrant scent wafted up. This intense feeling made my movements and body tremble. My breathing became heavy, and I stuck out my tongue and licked my mother's nipple with relish. The sensation immediately made me want to take her breast entirely into my mouth. Because of the large movement, my mother stirred slightly but then fell asleep again. It seemed I couldn't rush things. Next, I needed to unzip Mom's pants. This time, I was even gentler, slowly pulling down the zipper. I slowly pulled down Mom's pants, finally removing both her pants and underwear. For the first time, Mom's naked body was forcibly exposed to the light. I bent down to take a closer look at Mom's vulva. I gently parted the pubic hair, and Mom's soft vulva and red labia were now fully revealed before my eyes. This was the place I had always dreamed of, so beautiful. I stuck out my tongue and gently licked Mom's labia. This feeling made me incredibly excited. Mom's labia tasted a little salty; it turned out to be urine left behind when Mom went to the toilet. I opened my mouth wide and swallowed all of Mom's vulva. At that moment, all I could think about was wanting Mom, wanting to have sex with Mom, wanting to thrust my big cock into Mom's vagina. I licked and played with my mother's labia and clitoris with my tongue. I swallowed the mixture of my saliva and the remaining urine from my mother. My penis was about to burst, desperately needing the nourishment of my mother's labia and her vaginal fluids. I couldn't wait to spread my mother's thighs and insert my large penis. The instant it went in, I ejaculated, covering my mother's vulva with semen. I quickly found a towel to wipe it clean.

Now I was going to slowly play with my mother. Because I had watched pornographic movies and read novels before, I knew how to make a woman reach orgasm. This time, I was going to try it myself. My mother's sleeping and beautiful body was even more beautiful under the light. I quickly found a camera. I wanted to cherish this most beautiful moment forever. I took countless photos of my mother's naked body, in various poses, and close-ups of her vagina. I took pictures of them all. Now it was my turn to use my hands, tongue, and that hard, large penis.

I started by playing with my mother's large breasts. Although I had seen them many times, this was the first time I had touched them with my hands and kissed them with my mouth. I took her breasts all the way into my mouth and began to suckle, while using my right hand to grasp and knead her left breast. My mother didn't react at all, probably because she had drunk too much alcohol earlier. I buried my face between my mother's high, firm breasts and began to lick and suck more boldly, inhaling the alluring milky fragrance, kissing and licking upwards from the base of her breasts. My tongue circled around the dark red areolas of my mother's full, ripe nipples, occasionally licking those plump nipples. I greedily opened my mouth and took my mother's breasts into my mouth, my tongue licking the round nipples, sucking, licking, and wrapping them.

I already knew that a woman's breasts were the second most sensitive area after the vagina, so my hands never left my mother's breasts. I opened my mouth wide and greedily took one nipple into my mouth, while my other hand gently kneaded the other nipple. My tongue licked and sucked her nipples. Although my mother was in a daze, her nipples hardened after my tongue played with them and my hands kneaded them. Her breasts also became noticeably larger. I sucked on those two warm, big steamed buns even more vigorously. At this moment, my right hand slowly moved down from my mother's breasts. My mother's abdomen was so flat, unlike other women her age who had small bellies, which was really unsightly. My mother's figure was exceptionally good. My mouth and tongue slowly slid over her navel, and I even couldn't bear to kiss it. Finally, I reached her vulva. I spread my mother's legs wide open. This time, I wanted to slowly play with my mother's little honey hole. I parted my mother's pubic hair and then gently separated my mother's labia with both hands. My mother's labia were light red because she hadn't had sex for many years. They weren't very big, like two petals just about to bloom. I couldn't help but slide my tongue from my mother's buttocks up to her clitoris. Since I hadn't completely wiped the semen off my mother's body, I ended up eating it again. But the semen on my mother's body tasted quite good, so I licked it for a while. My mother's vulva was covered in my saliva. After I licked it, her labia parted quite a bit on their own. I quickly grabbed my camera and took many close-up pictures of my mother's vagina. After putting down the camera, I gently tapped my mother's labia with my right index finger. The clitoris is a woman's most sensitive spot, and I couldn't let such a treasure go to waste. Just as I was playing with my mother's vulva, a stream of fluid flowed from her vaginal opening. Ah, this was my mother's vaginal fluid! The color of this fluid was very clear, unlike the murky, ugly color of the fluid that women had produced in the pornographic movies I had seen. My mother's vaginal fluid was clear. I first licked it with the tip of my tongue, and it tasted much better than mine. I opened my mouth wide and covered my mother's vulva with my tongue, swirling all the fluid that flowed out of my mouth into my mouth, swallowing every last drop. Ah, my mother's vaginal fluid tasted so good. I wanted to drink more of my mother's vaginal fluid. My index finger slid between her already parted labia and slowly inserted it into her vagina. Because my mother had just released vaginal fluid, it was easy for my index finger to enter her vagina. It was warm inside, but it didn't fill her vagina. So I inserted my index and middle fingers together to test. Just as both of my fingers were fully inserted, I heard my mother let out a soft moan, but her eyes were still closed. I thrust back and forth a few times. My penis was already swollen and dark, feeling like there was a ball of fire burning inside, desperately needing to be moistened. I wanted to make love to my mother, I wanted to insert my penis into her vagina. At this moment, I didn't care about ethics or morality anymore; my mind was filled with nothing but entering my mother's body.

I propped up my mother's legs, who was lying down, and knelt in front of her vulva. I imitated the actions in the movies. Since I had already ejaculated once, I wasn't going to finish as quickly this time. So, I first gently rubbed my large penis against my mother's vulva. My mother's vaginal fluid flowed out again. I thought this was the perfect opportunity, so I squeezed my huge glans inside. Even though only the glans was inside, the feeling was indescribable. I began to gently, slowly, little by little, and with the lubrication of her vaginal fluid, I inserted my entire penis into my mother's vagina. I had finally entered my mother's body. Looking at my mother, who was still fast asleep, I thought to myself: I'm sorry, Mom, I love you so much. I want to be your husband, take care of you, and give you the sexual happiness you've been missing for so long. My lower body had already started to move. My mother's vagina was really tight, gripping my penis tightly. My movements had quickened, and the force had increased. I couldn't help but moan, "Ah, ah, ah ah." At this point, I didn't care if my mother woke up. But just then, my mother under me opened her eyes. She shouted and then started scolding me: "You're doing this! I'm your mother! You can't do this! Get up!" As she spoke, tears streamed down her face. But at this moment, I was completely controlled by desire and couldn't listen to anything. Because of my frequent physical activity at school, and because this was my frantic resistance, no matter how much my mother pushed and hit me, she couldn't push me off her. Seeing this, my mother could only cry even harder, while I kept explaining: I love you, Mom. I've wanted you for a long time. Please say yes. As I said this, my movements became even more intense. My big cock slammed into my mother's vagina every time, and every time it went in very deep. After a while, my mother's resistance stopped, but it was by no means a submissive cooperation. There was no more hitting and scolding at the beginning. Occasionally, I could hear my mother moaning in ecstasy. I thought my mother must not have had sex for a very long time, which was why she was behaving like this. At this moment, I thrust into my mother's vagina even more vigorously. After a few thrusts, I felt all the energy in my body concentrated on my big glans. A feeling like a volcanic eruption rushed straight to my big cock. I said, "Mom, I'm coming. I'm going to cum." With a howl, I felt all the sperm in my body spray into my mother's body. My mother also let out a long howl. I didn't want to get off my mother's body, but she pushed me off and went into the bathroom. I remained lying on her bed, panting heavily. After calming down, I tiptoed back to my room like a child who had done something wrong. I didn't dare breathe too loudly, afraid my mother would hear me. I listened carefully to my mother's reactions. I heard the bathroom tap running for over half an hour, and then I heard my mother's door close. Lying in bed, the image of making love with my mother kept replaying in my mind and in front of my eyes. I really did make love with my mother. Although I knew it was incest, my desire for my mother's body had far exceeded the constraints of ethics. I thought, since I've already done it, it's too late to regret it. I might as well go all the way and negotiate with my mother to make her agree to let me be her husband. I know my mother. Since my father died, my mother and I have depended on each other. I have become my mother's greatest hope, so her love for me has deepened. In the past few years, my mother has fulfilled all my requests. I took advantage of this weakness, so I turned on the small light and wrote a note to my mother. It read: "Dear Mom: I know what I'm doing is wrong, it goes against ethics and morality, but I truly love you very much. Since Dad died, I often see you crying alone in your room, and you masturbating late at night because you're lonely. From then on, I had the idea of protecting you and taking care of you. I'm 17 years old now, can I take care of you like Dad did? We've already done this, it's too late to regret it. If you promise me, I will definitely study hard and get into X University to repay you. If you're worried about it affecting my studies, then the midterm exams are coming up soon. If I can get into the top three in the whole grade, will you then promise me? If you don't promise, I think I might commit suicide, let alone study. I really love you, Mom, so let me be your husband. I will definitely take good care of you and study hard to get into X University. If you can eat my favorite sweet and sour pork after school tomorrow night, that means you agree! Goodnight, dear Mom!" After finishing writing, I quietly slipped it under my mother's bedroom door. My heart pounded with anxiety as I waited until school let out that evening. On my way home, I walked very slowly, afraid I wouldn't find my favorite sweet and sour pork when I got home. I slowly made my way home, gently unlocked the door, and quickly looked at the dining table, but there was no sweet and sour pork. My heart sank. I thought, "This is it, Mom didn't agree." I don't even know how I got to my room. I collapsed onto the bed, too weak to get up. A moment later, I heard my mother calling me to eat. I reluctantly went to the table, head down. When I sat down, I saw a cover on the table. My eyes lit up, and I immediately lifted it. Ah, there it was—my favorite sweet and sour pork! I jumped up with excitement. My mother smiled and said, "Eat quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold." She picked up a piece with chopsticks and fed it to me. I ate it all in one big bite, squeezing out a few words through my teeth: "Thank you, Mom." "It's so delicious! I'll only eat this today," Mom said with a smile. "Eat more vegetables so your body can get a balanced diet." We smiled knowingly. That meal was especially delicious. After we finished eating, I helped Mom wash the dishes. While she was wiping the dishes, I hugged her from behind. At first, Mom was embarrassed and tried to pull away a few times. I whispered in her ear, "Mom, I love you. I will only love you for the rest of my life." Mom smiled and said, "Silly child, you will get married in the future. As long as you can get into X University, all this is worth it." I said I would definitely not let Mom down. "I want more tonight," Mom said. She said we just did it yesterday, so let's rest today. I said, "It's okay, Mom. I'm young. I want you tonight." After saying that, I pulled Mom into the room.

From then on, outside I was Mom's strange son, but at home I was Mom's husband. My grades also improved, and I got first place in the whole grade in one exam. I ran home with my grades to show Mom. Mom was overjoyed. That night, Mom and I made love three more times!

[The End]

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