[Secrets in the Dark] Author: Unknown

The Secret in the Dark

Author: Unknown
Word Count: 6994 words

(I)

It was late at night. There was no light outside the window, and the trees were silent and still.

Dad climbed off Mom, panting, and lay down silently to one side, breathing heavily. Mom
twisted her body, making a rustling sound on the big bed. I curled up to one side, pretending to sleep, my snores rising and falling,
and I waited excitedly.

My dad worked in the oil field as an ordinary technical engineer. He left early and returned late every day, which I thought
was very hard. Mom worked at the elementary school in the oil field. At that time, our house was a one-and-a-half-room apartment. I was fourteen
years old then, and in the eyes of the people in the oil field, I was still a little kid, so I slept with them in a big bed. Our
family lived a very peaceful life, just like this ordinary night.

I listened quietly for a while. Dad's panting gradually stopped, followed by thunderous snoring.

Dad was fast asleep. I knew that the following time belonged to me.

I saw that my mother was lying on her side, her back to me. In the dim moonlight, I could vaguely see
her profile, still with those long, sensual curves. I quietly and carefully approached her, lifted
the thin blanket, and my hand began to caress her rounded buttocks. Her buttocks were still
damp with sweat, probably from writhing under my father earlier. My mother moved slightly, without
making a sound , but simply protruded her buttocks a little more towards me; it seemed she wasn't satisfied.

Her lower body was still completely naked. My hand gently caressed her firm, bouncy
buttocks—the same mature, sexy buttocks I had once longed for, but I still preferred to see them sway as she walked, encased in her pants
. After caressing her buttocks for a while, my hand moved directly between her legs.

Soon I touched my mother's vulva. Because she had just been fucked, her vagina was still wet
, and her large labia majora were covered in thick, sticky fluid. My mother had produced so much fluid today! Her pubic hair
clung to her vulva, like tender grass lying prostrate on the ground after a rain. I stroked my mother's long,
large labia majora back and forth; they were slippery and very fun.

My mother's buttocks trembled slightly, and my caresses responded. I gently parted my mother's
labia majora with my fingers, and then inserted my middle finger directly inside. My mother's buttocks trembled again. I felt that my mother's
vagina was very slippery; I couldn't tell if it was my mother's fluid or my father's semen, like a small
pond full of water. I was about to swim in this little pond!

I reached my other hand over my mother's body and placed it on her breasts. My mother's breasts were large,
not very elastic, very soft and large, and already somewhat sagging. I touched my mother's breasts, gently
kneading them. Her nipples were still hard; it seemed the passion hadn't subsided. After playing with her breasts for a while, I went straight to
her genitals, because that was her sensitive area.

My mother had a lot of pubic hair, a thick tuft. I easily found her clitoris, pinching the little
cherry between my fingers and kneading it continuously. I could feel my mother's body trembling, and it seemed
more . Now I could finally make love with my mother easily next to my father. This was
the result of a long period of adjustment with my mother, and we were both immersed in this indescribable pleasure and stimulation.

My mother's hand reached behind her and accurately grasped my already hard and thick penis,
stroking it back and forth a few times, then gently rubbing my glans with her thumb. My fluid had also come out, sticking to my glans from
my mother's rubbing. This was the prelude to my mother wanting me to fuck her. I knew my mother had been aroused by me
and needed the thick thing in her hand.

Sure enough, as soon as I leaned forward slightly, Mom quickly guided my penis to
her wet labia, pressing it against her vulva. I felt her body heat radiating from there to my glans—
it was so hot!

I carefully supported Mom's buttocks with my hands, then thrust my hips forward, slowly inserting my penis into her
vagina until it was fully inside, my glans pressing against the spot where I was born fifteen years ago. I heard Mom
let out a soft sigh, or perhaps a sigh of relief; I knew the feeling of fullness had filled her
.

Mom's vagina was very loose; after all, she wasn't a young girl anymore. In her early forties, Mom had
been fucked countless times by Dad, not to mention she had given birth to me. But I didn't mind. When Mom asked me about it,
I clearly stated that I didn't mind her loose vagina, which reassured her. My penis began to move back and forth in
Mom's soft vagina, slowly and powerfully, one stroke at a time. I knew Mom
liked doing this. My mother's vagina was incredibly slippery, so wet it was even sticking to my pubic hair.

I thoroughly enjoyed her soft vagina, because it was so easy to fuck
her, I could easily thrust back and forth. At that moment, I didn't see her as my beloved mother, but as a complete slut,
a far cry from the dignified teacher I was during the day.

I fucked her from behind for about 20 minutes. Her vagina started to tighten,
gripping my penis with her vaginal muscles and moving her hips to meet my thrusts. We tried to keep the bed stable, but I
could clearly hear the sound of my penis moving in and out of her vagina—that sticky, squelching
sound, so lewd and stimulating.

After about 10 more minutes, I heard my mother's breathing become heavier, and her
hand gripping my wrist tightened. I knew her orgasm was coming, so I fucked her even harder, each thrust
reaching her almost fully open cervix. Stimulated by me, Mom
suddenly shuddered, her body jerking violently before her hand fell limply to the ground.

At that moment, I felt her vagina contract intensely, and a large amount of fluid gushed out. I
couldn't be left behind; a few seconds after Mom's orgasm, I couldn't hold back either, thrusting my penis deep into her vagina
and ejaculating wildly into her nearly open cervix! I believe most of my semen
returned to where it originated.

My history of sexual intercourse with Mom dates back a year, and our sex
life has been very harmonious and fulfilling during that time. Mom once told me that Dad couldn't satisfy her, but I could.
To compensate for my father's shortcomings, my mother really enjoyed having sex with me, secretly doing so under my father's nose
.

My mother was essentially a very traditional woman, seen by outsiders as a traditional virtuous wife and loving
mother, an excellent teacher. But I think it was precisely this traditionalism that suppressed her emotions,
extinguishing , until my arrival. Interestingly, in public, in the rational daytime,
my mother remained a strict, model mother. Only in the darkness of desire did she release her passion,
opening the door to desire to welcome the impact of her husband's and her own son's large penises.

Desire itself is a strange thing.

(II)

Even now, I don't understand why my mother only slightly resisted my harassment
before acquiescing. I think it might be because her sexual desire was too strong? But is there any reason to
prove this conjecture? After all, my mother didn't have any men besides my father and me, so I simply stopped thinking
about it , even though it's somewhat related to the topic.

When I was a teenager, my sexual awareness was just beginning to emerge. I remember often sleeping between them. One
time, I suddenly felt a surge of desire again, not in a dream, but in reality. I reached out and touched my mother's thigh. She
moved slightly, so I stopped, then gently stroked it again, deliberately moving closer to the base of her
thigh. When I touched her genitals through her underwear, she flinched. I was startled, but soon I touched her thigh again , slowly moving upwards, and she flinched again. This time I dared not move, because I had assumed she was asleep, but later she told me she wasn't asleep at all. My physical relationship with my mother had continued for several years since I was sixteen , and it had always been very harmonious and fulfilling, at least that's what we both thought. My mother was a good teacher, a good wife, and a first-rate lover. She was over forty, but her figure remained perfect—a slim waist, full hips, and although her large breasts had sagged a bit, they still looked very sexy with a bra. My mother has short hair, which makes her look very neat and refreshing. I've watched her teach from outside her classroom more than once, and I think she . This is an oilfield area, and most residents are directly related to the oil fields. I always feel that we are very unaffected by the outside world ; we've almost become an independent small city, with our own unique local customs . In this social environment, I think my mother is still very traditional, a typical virtuous wife and loving mother. My mother's smile, with her lips pursed, is very sexy. She doesn't talk much, even when she's making love with my father . No matter how intense the impact, she only moans softly, unlike the screams of actresses in adult films these days . This is probably just her personality. My mother is different only when we make love. I feel that she is very direct , as if it is something she should do. I still don't understand why. The only reasonable explanation is that too many things, such as her identity, position and other social image, restrict my mother's outward expression and suppress many of her sexual desires. At home, she finds secret satisfaction . This is obviously almost perverted, but I have never thought that it is perverted. I have never thought of it that way. I have systematically studied the phenomenon of incest and discussed it with my mother, but she was a little angry and said, "Why are you discussing these things? How boring." (III) Dad is finally away on a business trip again! This is my holiday! Dad does not go on business trips often throughout the year. Sometimes he doesn't go out for a whole year. The most he has gone out is three times, all to attend some kind of expert seminar on oil production in other places. This time Dad said he would be back in a week. I couldn't hide my excitement. Dad thought I was strange and asked me why I was so excited. I said, "Dad, when you go out, won't you bring me something nice when you come back ?" When I looked at my mother, she didn't have any expression. At night, it was just my mom and me sleeping in the big bed. The room was very dark after the lights were off, but after a while, I could see a little. Then I saw my mom staring at . My heart raced, and I reached my hand under the covers to touch her. She was wearing underwear. When I touched her, she grabbed my hand and pulled it to her breast. Then she lifted the covers and pulled me close, holding me tightly in her arms. I rubbed her large, full breasts; they felt so good! I whispered in her ear, "Mom, yours are so big." She laughed, reached down to my genitals, and grabbed my penis, saying, "Yours are big too, aren't they?" After playing with her breasts for a while, I told her to undress completely, and I undressed too. I started touching her vagina. She spread her legs wide and laughed, saying, "Your dad's not home today, so you can touch as much as you want!" My mother's vulva was full, like a big meat bun, or a plump, split peach, with a thick tuft of pubic hair near the top . She was already wet; she touched my hand. Her vagina was long and large, soft and slippery, making it easy to insert my fingers at the base, making it even wetter inside. My mother's hand was also stroking my penis, enjoying each stroke. Once it was hard, she sat up, climbed on top of me, and whispered excitedly Today, Mommy is going to fuck you, fuck your big penis with my vagina, fuck you until you ejaculate." She emphasized the word "fuck," her voice filled with excitement. Riding on top of me, she held my penis in her hand, aiming it at her vaginal opening , rubbing the head back and forth until it was covered in her vaginal fluid. Then she . Mom leaned on the bed with both hands, brushed her loose hair aside with one hand, and whispered excitedly, "It's in! Mom's going to fuck you!" Then she started thrusting her hips , as if it were really Mom fucking me. I was incredibly excited and matched Mom's movements. While she was doing it, Mom asked me, "How is it? Is it comfortable? You little rascal?" I didn't know what to say , I just kept thrusting my lower body in sync with Mom's movements. Mom's movements became more and more intense, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and the smacking of vaginal fluids mingling together, further stimulating us.

In that position, Mom was on top for about twenty minutes, something unprecedented.
In this "favorable" environment, perhaps stimulating her sexual desire, her mature womanly
libido erupted like a volcano. Her movements became increasingly intense, each deep thrust
almost suffocating me. I could see her large breasts heaving like surging waves.

After about ten more minutes, Mom's thighs began to tighten, and I felt her vagina
clench . She lay on top of me, her buttocks thrusting heavily a few more times before settling down, beginning a grinding motion. I knew
Mom was about to climax.

You see, climax is so important to Mom. She once said that she only
reached climax with me, under intense stimulation; the feeling was indescribable, and I believed her. Mom's climaxes
came late; she was the kind of woman who was slow to arouse, but once she did, it was a continuous surge
until the river of desire overwhelmed all rationality. I think that's probably why she accepted my
sexual advances and became so engrossed in it.

My mother's fluids flowed violently; I could feel the intense heat and humidity.

After a long period of panting and trembling, she climbed up again, hovering above my head, spreading her legs, and
slowly bringing her vulva close to my face until her wet vulva was pressed against my mouth. My mother liked this
position ; a position that would be embarrassing for many women, yet it brought her a second orgasm.

I greedily stuck out my tongue, licking and sucking my mother's soaking wet vulva, but focusing on
her clitoris. I understood my mother's needs; I knew what she wanted. That slightly fishy,
slightly astringent taste shot straight to my head, like a powerful stimulant, almost driving me to the brink of collapse.

Using all my strength, my tongue almost numb, my mother finally let out a soft moan: "Coming
!" Then, that familiar, mature vulva blocked my mouth, and at that moment, I felt her
trembling , a trembling of excited trembling from deep within her vagina.

For almost the entire night, my mother and I were engaged in an endless, tireless battle, as if the
world were about to end and time was about to run out. I never thought about the future, only about the present.

(IV)

Speaking of what happened later, I don't remember much. It feels like everything is blurry. I don't
remember many times I had sex with my mother, but one thing is certain: almost all of our sexual intercourse took place in the dark
. Perhaps it was the thrill of this clandestine, incestuous sex in the dark that brought my mother an
extraordinary orgasm. But I remember one exception: our sex happened during the day
. Because that was the only time, I remember it very clearly.

It seemed like several years had passed since my first time with my mother. Thinking back, it had
been about three years. By then, my mother had become the principal of her elementary school.

It was a summer day, very hot. I went to my mother's office to pick up the middle school entrance exam materials she had collected for me.
It was in the afternoon. My mother's office was on the fourth floor, towards the back. It wasn't very big, but it had a suite—
an outer office and an inner small living room/lounge. When I arrived, my mother was taking an afternoon
nap .

Perhaps I startled her when I opened the door, because she asked who it was from inside. I answered and
went . I saw my mother reclining on a single bed, wearing a light blue suit skirt, a pale red
striped shirt, and one of her fair legs dangling over the edge of the bed, wearing very common flesh-colored stockings.

Seeing me come in, my mother was getting up. Oh my god, as she got up, I
caught a glimpse of her underwear through the hem of her skirt—red lace underwear! You see, I had never seen anything like it before
. Heaven knows when my mother got it; later I learned that my father had brought it back from a business trip
.

Although it was only for a moment, the image of my mother's red lace panties tightly covering her full mons pubis remained in my mind.
The sudden exposure made my brain buzz, and the sensation of flesh touching in the dark night immediately
surged up. I could almost feel the softness and wetness beneath that small red patch, and my penis almost
instantly became erect!

My mother clearly noticed my reaction. She subconsciously tugged at her skirt, got up without any expression,
and went to the outer office to bend over and retrieve some documents from a drawer.

I followed behind my mother, watching her every move intently. As she bent over,
I saw the outline of her lace panties, tightly covered by her skirt, which
made me lose all rationality from the daytime. I quickly pulled down my pants, my thick, throbbing penis
almost bursting. I went up to my mother, put my arms around her waist, and pressed my penis against her buttocks.

My mother was a little surprised by my sudden attack. She turned around and pushed me away, saying in a low, stern voice:
"You rascal! Don't you know where you are?" "Are you going to kill me?!"

I remained completely unmoved, facing my mother with my naked lower body and my huge penis erect.

My mother saw my naked lower body, glanced quickly at the door, and seeing it was tightly closed, still
scolded me sternly in a low voice: "You little devil! Do you want to die? Put it on!" Then my mother went to the door and locked it.

I still didn't move, following my mother. Her face was flushed, her lips tightly pursed.
After a slight hesitation, she pushed me into the rest room.

Once inside, my mother caught her breath, gave me a resentful look, and said: "You little devil, I really can't
do anything with you. In broad daylight, you… sigh… alright, Mom will give in to you this time, but it's a promise, just this once.
If it happens again, I'll break your legs!" After saying that, my mother lifted her skirt, held onto the bed, turned her back to
me, and whispered: "Just this once, hurry up!"

I finally won! It was the first time I'd ever seen my mother's sexy, mature buttocks in broad daylight. They were white,
almost flawless, and her red lace panties clung tightly to them, dazzlingly red,
like a burning flame! The panties were so small, barely covering her swollen vulva,
even creating a shallow cleavage on the tiny piece of fabric! Her flesh-colored stockings were so thin,
like the morning mist in a park, beneath which rippled the waters of desire.

My God… I'd never experienced such visual stimulation before! It was completely different from the feeling I had in the dark.
So, Mom was sticking her big butt out at me, and there was this little pair of panties on her. Damn, I almost came
.

Seeing me stunned, Mom urged, "My darling, come in quickly, don't make a sound, hurry up, you little
devil !" Then she pulled the stockings and panties down to her thighs. My eyes were suddenly wide open—what a
lush, verdant land! Mom's paradise! I had actually seen it! Mom's big pussy from behind
was indescribably sexy!

Even now, I can't find the right words to describe it. I only remember mechanically inserting
myself ; I don't even remember if there was lubrication. Holding Mom's round buttocks, I only moved about a dozen times
before I couldn't hold back anymore. My glans remained at the entrance of Mom's vagina, twitching as I ejaculated. I was
almost terrified; my whole body felt like it was contracting, completely numb.

Mom didn't expect me to finish so quickly. She glanced anxiously at the outer room. Actually, it was unnecessary; who would come here
during nap time? Besides, the door was locked. Mom put down her skirt, grabbed a towel from the bedside table, hastily
wiped herself, and pulled up her underwear. Her face was still flushed, as if she had a fever.

Just like that, our only sexual encounter during the day ended with my premature ejaculation.

Actually, looking back now, many things from long ago are unforgettable, especially things
like this . Many people might not experience this, but I did. It might be
a distorted aspect of growing up; I simply longed for others to understand my
secrets .

Sometimes I even wonder if my mother and I are the only ones in the world with this kind of relationship? Are
there many, many, many mothers and children who have experienced similar things? Do they all have
such dark secrets?

[The End]

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