My dream girl, Mom

My name is Chen Yu, and I'm a high school sophomore. In the throes of adolescence, like most people, I have a strong desire for women. My mother, Liu Shuyun, is a beautiful 38-year-old woman who looks like she's only in her early thirties, even though she's almost forty. Her figure is particularly striking; she's curvaceous, with long legs comparable to those of fashion models, and her 36D breasts are firm and perky, showing no signs of sagging. This sexy and alluring mother naturally became my "dream girl," my first object of sexual fantasy.
As I entered my second year of high school, the pressure of studying increased, and sometimes, to relieve stress, I would do what most people do—masturbate. Novels and AV films about incest between mothers and sons became my go-to sources for masturbation. But I know that incestuous relationships in novels and AV films are mostly fictional; in reality, incest is morally condemned and stigmatized. Moreover, my mother is a very traditional and conservative woman. While her clothing is fashionable, it's never overly revealing, and she always wears knee-length skirts. Although I often fantasize about having an incestuous relationship with my mother, the thought of the serious consequences always brings me back to reality. But some things, like a cruel joke from fate, inevitably happen. It was my mother's birthday. My parents had planned to celebrate with the whole family, but due to business matters, my father had to go on a last-minute business trip to another province. This left my mother extremely disappointed that night, so I drank some wine with her. My mother, who doesn't usually drink much, was already quite drunk after drinking most of a bottle of red wine. And I, too, was intoxicated and, in a moment of heightened excitement, committed incest with her. I remember that day very clearly. After I stripped my mother naked, her flat stomach, her firm breasts, her thick pubic hair, her full vulva, and her tender labia made my penis feel like it was about to explode. That night, I raped my drunken, sexy mother. I ejaculated three times that night, but of course I didn't dare ejaculate inside, afraid of getting my mother pregnant. All three times I ejaculated on her buttocks and back. During this time, my mother would sometimes groan a few times while fully conscious, but most of the time she kept her eyes closed, occasionally letting out a few soft moans.
Until the next morning, when I opened my eyes, I saw my mother already dressed, sitting on the edge of the bed with a dazed and confused look on her face, her eyes red, obviously she had been crying. After the alcohol wore off, I sobered up and knew what I had done last night. I was also uneasy, my mind filled with thoughts of how to explain to my mother. Would my mother tell my father? Would our family be destroyed because of my drunken indiscretion last night? After thinking for a while, I looked at my mother again. My mother knew I was awake and looked at me with a pale face. Slap! My mother slapped me. The slap hurt my face, but at that moment, I felt a little better after my mother slapped me. "Mom, I was wrong. I was bad last night. You can hit me, scold me, as long as you can forgive me," I sincerely apologized to my mother. My mother became quite emotional, calling me things like "beast," "pervert," and then broke down in tears on the bed. I was completely at a loss, overwhelmed with guilt. While my mother cried on the bed, I silently got dressed and quietly left the room, gently closing the door behind me. For the next few days, my mother looked very haggard and didn't say a word to me until my father returned from his business trip. In my anxiety and uncertainty, my mother ultimately kept my secret and didn't tell my father. She even started talking to me again, as if nothing had happened. But when I was lonely at night, I would frantically recall the moments I had made love with my mother. I originally thought that I might only have this one chance to make love with my mother in my life, but some things, once started, will happen many more times. The second time I committed incest with my mother was a week before my midterm exams. It was a Saturday night, and I came home intending to rest on Sunday. I found her drunk again; she probably hadn't expected me to be home (I live at school and rarely come home on Saturdays). She was asleep on the sofa. That day, she was wearing a black sports vest and a light blue knee-length skirt, lying on her back on the sofa, her pretty face flushed, exuding the scent of a mature woman and the smell of alcohol. Her face, flushed, radiated an alluring charm. At first, I hesitated. After the first time we made love, my mother's lifeless expression terrified me; I was afraid she might do something foolish. But in the end, reason prevailed over desire, and this time I wasn't as rough as before. I walked closer to my mother, pulled her skirt up to her waist, revealing her long, sexy legs and flat stomach. That day, Mom wore black lace-trimmed panties. Of course, they weren't erotic panties, just the sexy kind; except for the trim, they looked like regular panties.
I carefully pulled Mom's panties aside, and her sexy vulva was immediately exposed before my eyes. I couldn't resist taking a few pictures with my phone, then pulled out my already throbbing penis and gently rubbed it between Mom's labia. Mom was even more drunk this time than last time. I actually knew why; it seemed Dad had had a relationship with a female leader from a partner company. Actually, this kind of thing is very common, and Mom could understand. Dad was doing it for the family, but it was inevitable that she would feel very sad. (In reality, most women know that their men have slept with other women to some extent, but everyone keeps quiet for the sake of the family.) After rubbing for a while, I felt some slippery liquid secreted from the tip of my penis, like semen. I gently parted Mom's legs with my hands, aimed my penis at Mom's sexy labia, and inserted it. Having watched many adult films, I was quite adept at it, and I quickly found my mother's vaginal opening, slowly inserting my penis. I could feel the tightness of her vagina, and with my slow thrusting, it began to become slippery. My mother let out a faint moan. I was incredibly excited, the thought of penetrating my own mother's vagina making my penis swell even more. Originally, I wanted to play with my mother's breasts, but I abandoned that idea. While thrusting, I recorded a video on my phone. After all, I might not have such a good opportunity to have sex with my mother again, so recording this video would be useful for masturbation later. Perhaps I was too excited, because after about five minutes I felt myself about to ejaculate. I continued thrusting, and at the very moment of climax, I pulled out my penis, a large gush of semen shooting directly onto my mother's lower abdomen. Afterwards, before Mom woke up, I quickly cleaned up the traces, wiping the semen off her lower abdomen and even wiping away some of the vaginal fluid with my hand. Of course, I took quite a few photos during this time. After I dressed Mom, I went back to my room and fell into a deep sleep. But the next morning, as soon as I got up, I saw Mom sitting on the sofa, her bright eyes staring blankly in my direction. My heart tightened immediately. Had I been discovered yesterday? With a heavy heart, I went to the bathroom to wash up. When I came out, Mom had already prepared breakfast and was sitting at the table, lost in thought. "Mom..." I cautiously glanced at Mom and called out softly. Mom immediately came to her senses, looked at me with some complicated feelings, and then said in a somewhat weary voice, "Xiaoyu, did you do that kind of thing to Mom yesterday?" As Mom spoke, her eyes reddened, and tears streamed down her face. I lowered my head and remained silent. My mother glanced at me with a mixture of grief and anger, raised her hand as if to hit me, but struggled to lower it halfway through. "You brat! How could you do this... How am I supposed to face people now?" she cried, tears streaming down her face. I suppressed my guilt, knowing that explaining anything to my mother now would be useless. After crying for a while, my mother gradually calmed down, looking unusually haggard and aged considerably.
After this second incestuous act, Mom seemed to be on the verge of a breakdown. I was terrified she might do something foolish, so I'd been very attentive to her these past few days, even when she was cold towards me. About two weeks passed before Mom gradually recovered, but she seemed to deliberately keep her distance from me, especially in her clothing; she intentionally dressed in a somewhat dowdy style. I knew she was doing this to prevent me from having impure thoughts about her. A week later, Dad apparently landed a big overseas project and had to go abroad for a month. After Dad left, Mom became noticeably quieter. It was because of Dad's trip that, driven by my lust, I completely dragged Mom into the vortex of incest. On the fourth night after Dad left, Mom went to bed early, while I watched videos of us having sex in my room to relieve my loneliness.
[The End]

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