07-12 A mother who cares about her image

This happened many years ago, and it was 　　my mother, who was very concerned about her image .

I was the eldest son in my family, with a younger brother three years my junior. My brother had always been in poor health and was younger than me,
so naturally, my parents showered him with more attention. But as a child, I always felt that my parents were biased, treating me less well than my brother,
and thus harbored resentment. Perhaps because of this, I was rebellious, withdrawn, and had a very short temper from a young age.

I
rarely . The only thing that comforted them was that my grades were relatively good. I studied very hard
because I wanted my parents to know that I was better than my brother.

When I was twelve or thirteen, I gradually developed a strong interest in women, and masturbation went from occasional to
daily. But masturbation couldn't truly satisfy me; I craved real intercourse. At that time, society and schools
were still very conservative, and pursuing girls at my age was a serious matter, attracting gossip and judgment.

Being very vain, I naturally didn't want to do that. Besides, my eccentric personality made it impossible for me to win
a girl's heart. I could only endure it, hoping to grow up soon and find a wife.

I don't know when it started, but my mother gradually attracted me, and later I even made her the object of my sexual fantasies. At first,
I felt guilty, always feeling remorseful afterward. But after about two years, the guilt gradually disappeared
; by then, my infatuation with my mother had reached a fever pitch.

My mother had a dignified and delicate appearance, a refined face, and an elegant
demeanor . Although there were some traces of time on her face, her fair skin, her curvaceous
figure, and especially her mature feminine allure had captivated me at that time.

Whenever I recall those days, my heart races. I so desperately wanted to make love to my mother;
it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say I was driven mad by it. My mother is the only woman in my life who has ever truly driven me insane.

Despite my desires, I racked my brains but couldn't think of any way to fulfill them. Left with no other choice, I could only
find some solace in my mother's undergarments.

Later, I tried to peek at my mother's body, but I never had the chance. At the time, I didn't realize that because
I was so infatuated with my mother, I sometimes lost control in front of her. Although I never said or did anything to her,
she was already wary of me and always on guard, afraid that I would do something shameful. It was only when I grew up and
looked back that I understood this; at the time, I was truly oblivious.

One Sunday noon, the opportunity seemed to have arrived.

Around 2 PM, while everyone was still taking a nap, my mother got up to change her clothes and prepare to go out. Perhaps thinking that
everyone else was still sleeping, she simply closed the door without locking it, and the door opened a
crack by itself. I happened to be passing by her room after getting up and saw my mother changing clothes with her back to the door through the crack.

I was overjoyed and, after a moment's hesitation, greedily stared at my mother's body. Even though I only saw my mother's
bare upper back, it was enough to make me infatuated. As Mom finished putting on her shirt and was about to change her pants, she suddenly
realized something, turned around abruptly, and my despicable act was exposed. I quickly ran back to my room…

Mom returned shortly after leaving. I didn't dare look her in the eye, but I could sense her anger. My
mind was in turmoil , completely blank. I barely managed to finish dinner before rushing back to school to study.

I spent the entire evening at school, unable to concentrate on my studies. I felt incredibly ashamed of what I had done, too embarrassed to
face anyone.

Then I thought that if Mom told Dad, he might beat me to death. I was even more worried about whether
my parents would let our relatives and friends know (I was so naive back then).

I couldn't help but think, "If that happens, it would be better if they beat me to death."

When I got home that night, my parents were still watching TV in the living room. Mom's face was tense; she didn't even look at me, but
I couldn't see a trace of displeasure on Dad's face. I breathed a slight sigh of relief. For the next few days, nothing happened.
Mom didn't scold me, and slowly, she started talking to me again. I finally felt relieved.

After that incident, my infatuation with my mother remained, and I even grew bolder. At noon,
when , I would peek at her sleeping posture. At first, I just stood at the door, but later I went inside and stood by the bed.

That noon, I peeked again. Looking at my sleeping mother, I really wanted to pounce on her without hesitation. For some
reason, I suddenly felt that it would be okay to unbutton my mother's pajamas and look at her breasts. So, I quietly
climbed onto the bed and started unbuttoning my mother's pajamas. I had just unbuttoned one button, and as I was about to unbutton the second, my mother
woke up, and I ran away for my life. I still remember the look of shock and anger on my mother's face when she woke up.

But this time, I wasn't as scared as before. Sure enough, nothing happened afterward, except that my mother was a little
colder . Because of my mother's "indulgence," I became even bolder. I thought that even if I did
something more outrageous, my mother wouldn't do anything to me, and she wouldn't let anyone else know. I even had thoughts of raping my mother,
but I couldn't come up with a good plan or make up my mind. After all, I was still a little afraid of my father.

A few days into summer vacation that year, my father (a teacher) took his students to a summer camp. I felt
I had a chance and was incredibly excited. But several days after he left, I still couldn't figure out how to do it. Seeing that he
was about to return, I became very angry with myself, silently cursing myself for being useless.

That night, my mother was brewing medicine in the kitchen—I still don't know what kind of medicine it was; maybe she
had heatstroke that day, or maybe it was medicine to regulate her body. Suddenly, I thought, maybe I could use sleeping pills to drug my mother,
and my grandfather had sleeping pills at his house. Thinking of this, I was thrilled.

After confirming with my mother that the medicine was hers, I rushed to my grandfather's house to find sleeping pills. My grandfather often suffered from insomnia and
kept sleeping pills at home.

When I arrived at my grandfather's house, he was out playing cards with his friends, while my grandmother was busy tending to the
chickens. I lied to my grandmother, saying I was visiting a classmate and just stopped by. After chatting with Grandma for a
bit , she went back to her work.

I took the opportunity to sneak into my room, found the sleeping pills, and without even looking at them closely, quickly poured out five pills and ran home.

When I got home, Mom hadn't finished brewing the medicine yet. I started calculating how many pills to put in. I knew too many
could be fatal, while too few wouldn't be effective. Then I remembered that Grandpa usually took one pill, so three
would probably be enough. Having made up my mind, I secretly slipped three pills into the brewing medicine while Mom wasn't in the kitchen
.

I was thrilled when I administered the medicine, a mix of excitement and fear; that moment was unforgettable. The medicine was quickly
prepared. Mom poured herself a bowl and drank it.

Not long after, she seemed very sleepy. She seemed puzzled but didn't say anything and
went to her room to sleep.

About half an hour after Mom fell asleep, I tried to calm myself down. Although I was still a little nervous, I wasn't
too scared. Seeing my younger brother still engrossed in a martial arts novel in his room, I quietly slipped into Mom's room and
gently locked the door.

The room was dark; I could faintly smell Mom's breathing. The scent of perfume and Mom's natural fragrance told me that getting
her back was no longer a dream. Suppressing my excitement, I turned on the bedside lamp and slowly climbed into bed.

Mom was fast asleep. I pinched her cheek hard and patted her body to make sure she
was really under the influence of the medicine. At that moment, I felt a little lost, like a child who had suddenly received a large sum of
money . I thought I should hug Mom, kiss her, and undress her. For some reason, I suddenly
felt a little embarrassed and awkward, and I couldn't get excited.

After hesitating for a while, I took off all my clothes, leaned against my mother and gently stroked
her beautiful hair. Looking at her gently closed eyes and small lips, I couldn't help but bring my mouth close
... (I kissed her... I kissed her...) I kept shouting in my heart.

My mother's soft lips gave me an unprecedented shock... I was like a greedy bee, constantly sucking on
my mother's lips... As I sucked, I smelled the faint fragrance of yogurt emanating from my mother's mouth, my tongue constantly
trying to pry open my mother's tightly closed teeth. This ease of soon being able to do whatever I wanted gave me even greater
pleasure ...

My mother's originally tightly closed teeth were finally pried open by me, my tongue passing through those white teeth and touching
my mother's even softer tongue. My mouth greedily attracted the faint fragrance from my mother's mouth, while my hands
began to move restlessly over my mother's body...

Because it was summer, my mother wore a silver-white satin long dress, which was quite transparent, and I could vaguely see that
she was only wearing underwear underneath. My mother's top was a traditional yet flamboyant blue satin cheongsam
with silk knotted buttons. This was originally a very traditional style for Chinese women, but somehow, wearing it on my beloved
mother had an irresistible sexy attraction for me... Perhaps... this is what they call a special kind of love
.

I carefully lifted my mother's skirt, revealing her snow-white, voluptuous buttocks. I reached
down and pulled her white panties down to her ankles, leaving her long skirt on, only exposing her alluring
figure. At that moment, I closed my eyes and passionately sucked on her, my tongue swirling in
her mouth .

Suddenly, my mother exhaled heavily, startling me. I quickly opened my eyes… Seeing that she was still peacefully
asleep, like Sleeping Beauty, I felt relieved, but also even more aroused…

Looking at my beautiful mother sleeping soundly, my resolve strengthened (Mom, I will completely conquer
you!…).

I reached out and unbuttoned my mother's blouse and bra, one by one… Watching her small nipples still indented in
her breasts, just like my sleeping mother, I couldn't help but fidget with them with my fingers… Then I watched them slowly
awaken, until they were fully erect on her breasts…

I couldn't resist lowering my head and beginning to suckle earnestly, occasionally flicking them back and forth with my tongue, my hands
constantly kneading my mother's breasts, feeling the warmth and elasticity in my palms… At the same time, I felt my mother
's heartbeat gradually quickening in my hands… I stared blankly at my mother's breasts, almost forgetting what I was going to do next…

It wasn't that I was timid, but rather that I was captivated by the beautiful sight before me: pale red… The areola is located at
the very tip of a firm, round breast. I licked it with my tongue, looked up at my mother, and found her still fast asleep.
Emboldened, I took her entire nipple into my mouth and sucked… My hands were busy kneading it vigorously…

Gradually, my mother's nipple awakened, standing erect on the areola. Sucking on her hardened
nipple , I became even more excited and greedy, licking both sides repeatedly with the tip of my tongue, while
enjoying the undulating sensation of her breasts as my hands kneaded them…

I kissed my mother's hands and arms, then her legs, and continued kissing down to her feet
. I had sworn that if I had the chance, I would kiss every part of my mother's body, and now I was going to
make it happen. As I kissed, I became more and more excited, and the inhibitions in my heart slowly disappeared. I passionately kissed my mother's
lips, then took off her clothes, carefully playing with her breasts. My mother's breasts were slightly sagging; this mature
sensuality drove me wild with desire. I kissed, bit, and kneaded her forcefully, wanting to swallow her whole
. At that moment, I was truly at the peak of excitement…

Finally, I couldn't resist and my hand began to wander to my mother's firm and full mons pubis… Gazing at the clitoris at the tip of her vulva
, the little bean shyly peeking out (Wow… so Mom wasn't
unaware …).

I intensified my tongue's rapid back-and-forth manipulation of her clitoris, occasionally sucking
and pulling it . Gradually, my mother's mysterious valley slowly became moist, her labia majora like a long-sealed
gate slowly opening, while her labia minora bloomed like a vibrant rose.

Right in the center of the flower, I saw the path I had taken fourteen years ago, and at the end of that path was the haven I had longed for
. Looking at my mother's pink peach blossom entrance, I confirmed my thoughts: Dad simply didn't know how to properly
develop this sacred place of my mother's.

Nestled between my mother's thighs, I greedily explored the layers of her secret flesh. Gradually, her juices
flowed more and more, and I, like a thirsty traveler in the desert, greedily wanted to lick her. At that moment, my mouth was filled with my mother's smooth,
sweet, and fragrant juices. I gazed curiously
at the woman's private parts, which held a mystery for me. I kept fiddling with them and examining them closely. The sweet scent of my mother's private parts made me unable to control myself
any longer . With a thrust, I pressed myself against my mother, gripping my penis and eagerly trying to enter...

I thought it would be easy, but my first "invasion" was quite an effort, sliding around and struggling before I finally
succeeded. As I lay on top of my mother's fair and slightly plump body, I slowly pushed my penis into her
tender opening. With a soft "plop," her labia opened gently, tenderly welcoming her "master."

The return.

After entering, I stopped. I felt a warm, slippery,
and soft sensation in my mother's already somewhat relaxed vagina, tightly embracing my precious child. Enjoying the most precious and wonderful "resource" on my mother's body,
the feeling was wonderful, an extremely frenzied sense of possession and satisfaction. At this moment, my sleeping mother seemed to let out a soft
moan .

After savoring the sensation of entering, I hugged my mother's body tightly and began to thrust back and forth forcefully.
I felt that my mother's insides were becoming increasingly slippery and comfortable. I became more and more excited, and my movements became larger and larger,
thrusting forcefully into my mother's vagina, occasionally making "squelch, squelch" sounds.

I thrust faster and harder, my glans pounding against my mother's uterus with a
resounding slapping against her labia with a series of "slap, slap" sounds. The captivating sounds were a beautiful symphony.
Overwhelmed by lust, I no longer cared whether I would wake my mother...

I slowed my movements, wanting my sleeping mother to feel
the fullness my long penis brought her. Unexpectedly, as if sensing something, my mother slightly furrowed her brow, gently
exhaled , and a satisfied smile seemed to unintentionally appear on her lips...

"Ah... Mom... your uterus is sucking me again... Ah... Ah..."

Seeing my mother like this, I felt greatly encouraged and began to thrust back and forth. My mother's
vagina gripped me tightly, and the tender flesh inside scraped against my penis. It felt so good. My movements became bigger and bigger,
and several times I almost slipped out completely. But just when I was about to slip out, the fleshy groove behind my glans was held by my mother's
vaginal opening. In addition to the braking effect, it also felt like being tightly gripped.

I placed my mother's legs on my shoulders, and my movements became increasingly intense. Because my mother
's buttocks were raised high, I could penetrate even deeper. With a forceful thrust, my entire head
entered her uterus. My mother's cervix tightly enveloped the glans behind my penis, as if there was a great
suction force inside, like lips constantly sucking on my glans. An immense pleasure surged to my head, and I
thrust wildly...

Looking down at my mother's tender flesh as my penis rolled in and out, I felt a great
sense of accomplishment ...

Looking at my sleeping mother, her previously furrowed brows had relaxed, replaced by a flushed face. She was so
beautiful. Naturally, I didn't neglect my mother's breasts, which swayed rhythmically with her body. I grasped them tightly with both hands, kneading them incessantly
, and occasionally rubbing her erect nipples back and forth with my fingers. I thrust vigorously, enjoying
the sensation of my penis pumping in and out of my mother's soft, wet vagina. My mother's body began to writhe restlessly, and as
more and more of her vaginal fluids were released from my penis, she remained fast asleep. I gradually became bolder...

I lay on my mother's soft breasts, sucking on her nipples desperately, occasionally biting them lightly... My
movements became increasingly frenzied... My hands left my mother's breasts and moved to her back. I
hugged her tightly, rubbing my cheeks against her hard nipples. My mother's breathing became heavier and heavier...

"Mmm... mmm..." My mother began to moan unconsciously.

I changed the way my penis moved, pressing it tightly against my mother's mons pubis and rubbing it vigorously. My penis, which had been moving
back and forth moved up and down inside my mother's vagina like a lever, giving me immense stimulation. It
felt like my penis was churning soft flesh.

"Mom...it feels so good...ah...your pussy is so...warm...so wet..."

My mother's sensations seemed to intensify. Her tender clitoris hardened from my pubic hair.
Looking at her increasingly flushed cheeks, it seemed she was enjoying this dreamlike pleasure. Little did she know,
the person on top of her wasn't a figure from a dream, but her own son, with whom she spent every day.

"Hmm...hmm..." My mother's breathing grew heavier...Just then, I suddenly felt my mother
's vagina begin to spasm irregularly. I knew she was about to climax, so I rubbed her even harder...

"Ah...ah..." A long breath escaped from my mother's throat. I felt her soft
vagina begin to contract rhythmically. Suddenly, a warm liquid rushed towards my
glans , the urethral opening being suddenly stimulated.

"Ah... Mom... son... can't hold back... anymore..."

With the rhythmic movements of my mother's vagina, I could no longer resist and ejaculated a thick
stream of semen deep into her uterus, quietly enjoying the tidal wave of her vaginal fluid washing over my glans and the rhythmic movements...

It's a pity my mother had a tubal ligation after giving birth to my younger brother; all my countless precious sperm were wasted.
For some reason, thinking about this made me feel a little regretful! But it's okay, from now on I can
have sex with her as I please, never afraid of causing any unmanageable trouble.

For a long, long time, I reluctantly withdrew my now limp penis from my mother's vagina... Watching the semen
slowly , I quickly dressed and went back to my room. My younger brother probably noticed my strange expression,
glanced at me, but didn't say anything, then went back to reading his novel. I took a shower and went back to my room
to lie down and sleep. But I couldn't fall asleep. I wasn't afraid of my parents hitting me, I was just afraid that others would find out. My
guilt quickly faded because I'd always felt my parents treated me worse than they treated my brother, so I harbored
some resentment towards them. At that moment, my mind was in turmoil; I was afraid someone would find out, and I felt disgusted with my actions.

Finally, I got up and wrote a note to my mother: "I'm sorry, Mom. Please don't tell anyone.
I promise I won't do it again."

At that moment, I truly didn't want to have sex with my mother again.

After writing it, I placed the note on my mother's bedside table. When I woke up the next day, it was already past ten. Thinking back on
the previous night , it felt like a dream. Just as I was wondering what my mother would do, I heard my brother
talking to her outside her room. My brother asked why she hadn't gone to work, and my mother weakly replied that she wasn't feeling well and had taken the day off,
then went back to her room.

My brother prepared lunch that day, and my mother didn't eat with us. In the afternoon, my mother went to work.

When she returned home in the evening, she washed vegetables and cooked as usual, as if nothing had happened.

During dinner, my mother and I avoided each other's gaze. I secretly glanced at my mother; she looked
somewhat haggard, but her face showed no particular expression. I'm relieved; I know nothing will happen.

A few days later, Dad came home. In his presence, Mom would even speak to me, but when it was just the two of
us , she wouldn't talk to me. Of course, these moments were rare.
I didn't feel particularly awkward about this relationship. After we did it, I initially felt disgusted and thought I would never
think about it again.

But less than a month later, my desire for Mom rekindled, and I relived that night. I was once again
conquered by lust, wanting to have Mom again. But there were always other people at home, and I couldn't find an opportunity.

One night, near the end of summer vacation, the opportunity came. Dad and my brother were out, leaving only Mom
watching TV in the living room.

I couldn't resist any longer. I went up to Mom, hugged her, and kissed her incessantly, groping her body, trying to force myself on her.

Mom firmly refused me, resisting with all her might. We struggled for about an hour. I felt it was difficult
to succeed, and I was afraid Dad and my brother would come back, so I let her go.

A few days later, one Sunday afternoon, Dad went back to school to prepare for the start of the new semester, and my brother went out to play.

Not long after my brother left, my mother was about to go out too. I think she was afraid of being alone with me, but I
stopped her and forced myself on her again in her room.

This time I was more rough, tearing her clothes. Just as we were struggling most intensely,
I suddenly heard someone open the door and come in. I was so scared that I jumped out of bed, grabbed my clothes, and tried to run out.

Unexpectedly, my mother grabbed me and whispered, "Are you crazy? Going out like that?"

I suddenly realized that the bedroom door was facing the main entrance, and if I went out, I would bump into the person coming in. Everyone would understand what was going on if I acted like
this At this moment, we also recognized that it was my brother who came in. I
couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. I looked at my mother and saw that her face was pale, she was clutching a piece of clothing to her chest,
staring the bedroom door, looking very nervous.

At this moment, I understood that my mother was afraid of being found out, just like me. After making sure that my brother had gone back to his room,
I straightened my clothes and left the room, pretending that I had just come out of the bathroom. Although I failed again, I
was I had figured out a way to get my mother's attention.

That night, after everyone went to sleep, I lay in bed wide awake. After midnight, I
got up and tiptoed to my parents' room. My father was snoring loudly, fast asleep.
It's not easy to wake a sleeping father. I boldly went in and approached my parents' bed. By the faint starlight from the window, I
observed my sleeping parents. My father slept on the outside, and my mother on the inside.

At that moment, the easiest and safest place for me to touch was my mother's feet. I bent down and
gently stroked my mother's feet. Soon, my mother woke up. When she realized it was me, she was terrified
and tried to stop me, attempting to pull her feet away. I didn't care; I held her
feet firmly, preventing her from pulling them away, and then even provocatively sniffed them.

My mother seemed somewhat embarrassed by my actions. My mother's feet were beautiful, with only a faint odor
that wasn't unpleasant at all; in fact, it smelled lovely. Seeing this, I wanted to tease her further, partly
to please her, and partly because I found her feet so endearing. So I kept kissing and licking them
.

This made my mother both embarrassed and anxious. She struggled to sit up, trying to appear stern, and whispered angrily
, "Are you out of your mind?"

I whispered back, "Mom, I really can't hold back anymore, please don't make a sound!"

I pointed to my sleeping father and then made a "shh" gesture. My mother firmly
shook her head. I stared at her with unwavering eyes and whispered, "Are you going to wait until Dad wakes up
and tells him what happened last time?"

My mother was terrified and pleaded with me to leave. After a moment of eye contact, my mother finally
lowered her head and murmured, "Do you want me to die?"

"Don't worry, Dad always sleeps like a log! Keep it down, it'll be over soon."

After a long silence, Mom fell silent, seemingly giving in. I looked triumphantly at my sleeping father and
started taking off my pants... Fortunately, my parents' bed was wide enough for me to indulge myself. I climbed onto the bed and gently
hugged my mother from behind, slowly inserting my penis into her honeypot. Looking at her flushed face, I felt her
rapid heartbeat...

At this moment, I could feel my penis inside my mother's vagina growing rapidly again...

So I started by slowly thrusting in and out, the folds of my mother's vagina constantly scraping against my penis, that lewd
pleasure making me increase the speed of my thrusts...

And my mother's breathing became heavy, I knew she felt the same way...

I sucked on my mother's smooth... My thrusts continued relentlessly,
deeper and deeper, each one more forceful than the last. It felt as if my penis had pierced through my mother's cervix. She suddenly bit her lip
, desperately suppressing her overwhelming desire. As I thrust forcefully, she watched
me , her breath coming in soft gasps. I felt a sucking sensation on my glans…

Accompanied by my father's rhythmic snoring, I finally couldn't hold back any longer…

After a frenzied pounding, I ejaculated inside her womb…

After ejaculating, I lit a cigarette and quietly rested beside her. I drifted off to sleep, not
knowing how long I slept, when she gently shook me awake. Looking at her swollen, red eyes and
weary , filled me with pity.

"I love you, Mom!"

I whispered, kissing her softly before sneaking back to my room. After that night, I knew it wouldn't be so difficult to win
my mother's heart . But I never had the chance. Before I knew it, school started, and I was in my second year of high school.

One evening at dinner, Dad said he had to work the night shift. I was overjoyed, but also secretly berated myself for
being so stupid. How could I not have thought of that? Dad works a night shift every week, and my younger brother goes back to school for evening self-study—
wasn't that an opportunity?

I quietly finished my dinner and went back to school. Around 7 PM, I asked my teacher
for leave, saying I wasn't feeling well, and then rode my bike home as fast as I could. Mom was startled to see me suddenly return, but she
immediately understood what was going on.

This time, I didn't panic. I knelt before Mom, tightly hugging her legs, pleading with her incessantly. Mom just
shook her head desperately, refusing to agree. But her attitude wasn't as firm as before. Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore and forcibly pulled Mom inside.
I entered her room. At first, Mom resisted fiercely, but when I held her feet and kissed them, it clearly
reminded her of the night I touched her feet, and she softened. She
resisted a little when I took off her clothes, but when I took off her underwear, she resigned herself to fate, closed her eyes, and let me do as I pleased.

I kissed every part of Mom's body passionately. I enjoyed her breasts to the fullest, but I
couldn't kiss her private parts much because Mom tried her best to block me from touching them. Later, I could only kiss down her thighs.
I kissed Mom's feet the longest because, in my eyes, Mom's feet were lovely "heroes," and I
kissed her feet to my heart's content with gratitude.

When I entered, Mom didn't resist me much. I was much more skilled than the previous two times, and I
went in easily. I felt that Mom's vagina wasn't as dry as before; it was warm and wet, and "holding" it felt
very comfortable. I instinctively started thrusting, my chest overflowing with happiness and joy. At that moment, I completely forgot where
I was, only knowing that I was floating in a paradise of pleasure. I couldn't control my joy at all;
in my excitement, I made love passionately, fully enjoying the pleasure of sex. The blissful climax came quickly, and I
thrust my body harder, thinking of giving all my sperm to my mother, even everything I had. In
the gushing ejaculation, I tasted an unprecedented orgasm.

Afterwards, I felt very tired, but also very satisfied, and a little guilty. After I withdrew from my mother's body
, she took her underwear, covered her private parts, turned over and knelt down, then turned around and carefully cleaned herself. I
watched my mother's actions curiously as I dressed. My mother glared at me, as if to say, "Are you satisfied now
?"

After my mother finished dressing, she ignored me and went to take a shower. I lay down on the bed and fell asleep contentedly, only waking up
when my younger brother came back.

The next day, my mother seemed no different from usual, and her mood wasn't necessarily worse. Of course, she
ignored me as before, but she didn't deliberately avoid me either. Honestly, although Mom didn't want us to have that kind of relationship, she
didn't really care. She was just afraid of being found out.

A few days later, I told my homeroom teacher I wouldn't be going back to school for evening self-study anymore. Back then, there wasn't a strict rule that we had to go back to
school for evening self-study. When I told Dad about my decision at dinner, he didn't object;
he didn't know my true intentions. But Mom knew what I was thinking, and she immediately looked angry.

I said that I would definitely study better at home than at school, that my studies would definitely improve, that I would never
neglect my studies, and that I would never let Mom and Dad down. Dad and my brother looked at me with confusion, hearing how serious I was
. Only Mom blushed a little embarrassed, and she hurriedly served rice to cover it up.

After that, although not every week, I often had the opportunity to have sex with Mom. Mom never really
stopped me; each time, she half-heartedly complied, and she became more and more accommodating. To be honest, I
didn't have any love for Mom at that time; all I felt was lust. My mother always indulged me, for my sake and
for the family's. But at the time, I always thought she was only doing it for the sake of face.

She had orgasms during our intercourse, but she never enjoyed the pleasure.

After having that kind of relationship with my mother, my attitude towards my family improved, especially towards my
mother . My father and brother were happy to see this, and my mother was also somewhat gratified. Gradually, my mother would also
take the initiative to talk to me, but our relationship was always a little awkward. The reason I became nicer to my family
was only for lust, not because I truly cared about them. My mother and I were both worried about being
discovered by the rest of the family, so we were very careful.

Fortunately, each household in our building had a bicycle shed downstairs, and my father and brother would
always . My mother and I could both tell when our bicycle shed door opened.

But one night, something almost happened. That night, my mother and I had just finished having sex when we heard the front door open.
It turned out that my father had come back to get something. Because he was leaving immediately, he hadn't parked his bicycle in the shed. My mom and I
were so scared we lay on the bed, too terrified to move. Luckily, my bedroom door was locked. Dad hurriedly grabbed
his things and was about to leave again. As he was leaving, he noticed the light was on in my room but didn't see Mom. He asked
where was, and I gave him a random name. Dad didn't say anything, just asked me strangely why
I had closed the door, but left without waiting for my answer. That night really terrified my mom and me.

After that, I locked the inner lock on the front door, just in case. Nothing like that happened again after that
. Of course, there were a few times when family members happened to come home, but the bicycle shed always ended up being "called the police."

Summer and winter vacations were the hardest times for me because there were few opportunities during the holidays. I
cherished , making them all unforgettable.

I remember one time during the summer vacation of my second year of high school the most. That day, Dad went back to his grandma's hometown and wouldn't be back until the next day.
In the middle of the night, I sneaked into Mom's room and stayed on her bed for most of the night, pestering her until we made love twice before she was satisfied.

That was the most I did with my mom in one day.

Time flies, and before I knew it, I was in college. For the first month or two of college,
there were so many new things to do, and I wasn't too bothered by not having my mom. But later, it wasn't the same; I missed her more and more, longing for those
blissful times.

Taking advantage of the school sports meet, I ran home. My mom was genuinely happy to see me.
Of course, she knew why I was coming back.

That very night, I sneaked into my parents' room while my dad was asleep, but before I could even make a move,
my mom woke up. She desperately tried to get rid of me, and I begged her to let me have my way
once , or I wouldn't leave. After much pleading, my mom finally agreed. On
the afternoon of the third day after I returned home, my mom gave me my chance; she came home almost two hours early.

That day, I experienced immense satisfaction. I finally understood what "absence makes the heart grow fonder" meant; I kissed every part of my mother's body again and
again , and the feeling of penetration was so satisfying, stimulating my
hips to thrust repeatedly, pumping my strong, thick penis into my beloved mother, engaging in the most
primal animal instinct—sexual intercourse. I moved with alternating passion and gentleness, greedily enjoying my mother's body,
and even long after ejaculation, I was reluctant to withdraw from her.

The next day, I reluctantly left home and returned to school. Winter break arrived quickly. During that winter break…
Because my dad was busy and my younger brother was preparing for high school entrance exams, I had more opportunities to spend time
alone with my mom than usual during holidays. That winter break was very enjoyable. In my second semester of freshman year, I got a girlfriend. I
don't how we got together, but we had sex not long after we started dating.

My girlfriend wasn't pretty, but she was very passionate (of course, she wasn't a virgin either), and I experienced sex like I'd never felt before
. I was completely infatuated with my new love, and looking back, I couldn't help but feel
ashamed .

That summer, I didn't go home. I asked my family for some money and traveled around with my girlfriend. I only
went home for a few days towards the end of the summer. When I did go home, I didn't ask my mom for anything, and I didn't even want to
spend time alone with her. My mom noticed my change very quickly, and she seemed very happy. We gradually forgot about
the past , and my resentment towards my parents gradually disappeared as I grew up, so our mother-son relationship gradually
improved. I broke up with my first girlfriend quickly, but I found another one soon after. Maybe it was because I was
a pretty good student and was quite popular with girls at that time.

In my junior year, second semester, I found my third girlfriend. I really liked her then, and even seriously
considered marriage. After graduating, I couldn't stay in the city where I went to university; instead, I was assigned to a factory in
my hometown . Among my classmates, my assignment was almost the worst. My girlfriend also returned to her
hometown. The factory I worked at was inefficient, and there was a lot of backstabbing and infighting. I wasn't
used to it and was very unhappy there.

Later, my girlfriend wrote to me saying that her parents objected to our relationship, saying that being apart would lead nowhere, and proposed breaking up.

That's how we broke up. In the days following the breakup, I felt even worse. That day, I
had a big argument with our supervisor over some trivial matter and quit in a fit of anger. At that time, very few people would do that.
As a result, I was unemployed after less than four months of work.

When my family found out, my father, unusually, scolded me severely, saying I should
learn . Although he didn't go to university, he started working early and worked hard, already becoming a junior manager.
If my mother hadn't stopped him, he would have hit me. At that moment, I began to regret my actions, and let my father scold me. I
was incredibly frustrated and completely devastated.

A few days after quitting my job, I fell ill. At first, it was just a cold, but then I developed a high fever that wouldn't go down. This
was something I had never experienced before.

My mother was very worried. She took me to the doctor, made medicine for me, and even took time off work to stay home and take care of me.

I was sick for over a week, and my mother was busy for over a week. I was deeply moved by my mother's love and care;
I finally understood that my mother loved me very much too.

After I felt better, I asked my mother to go back to work. But she said there wasn't much work at her workplace, and she had her own
leave, so she insisted on staying home to be with me. I understood that my mother wanted to stay home to comfort and encourage me, to help me get
back on my feet, but at that time, I felt like I had no future, even feeling like I had no will to live. My mood was extremely heavy, and I couldn't pull myself together. Once, my father went to visit my younger brother in another city and was gone for more than ten days. One day, I was taking a nap, but I
couldn't fall asleep; my mind was filled with random thoughts. Mom came into the room to gather my things. Not wanting her to know I wasn't asleep , I pretended to be fast asleep. After gathering for a while, Mom sat down beside my bed. I knew she was looking at me with loving eyes, and her soft sighs told me how worried she was. I felt both grateful and ashamed, and really wanted to get up and hug Mom and cry . Suddenly, Mom leaned down and gently kissed my forehead. I couldn't hold back anymore, and I sat up abruptly, hugging Mom and bursting into tears. I cried my heart out, not knowing how long I cried before the tears . While I was crying, Mom gently stroked me with love, just like she did when I was little. After crying that day, I felt a little better and fell asleep quickly that night. But that night I was awakened by a dream; I dreamt that Mom was sitting beside my bed, kissing my forehead, and then slowly taking off her clothes. It was at this moment that I woke up. Upon waking, I felt both ashamed and guilty, thinking how good Mom was to me, yet how bad I had been. I felt so sorry for Mom. But after falling asleep again, I couldn't help thinking about my mother, her gentle kiss, her soft body… The next day, I felt extremely awkward around her. I secretly observed her; at 40, she looked a bit more weathered than before, but her appearance and figure were still captivating, and her charm and elegance were even greater than before. I couldn't help but feel excited. I felt ashamed of myself and tried my best to control myself from having any more impure thoughts. I was terrified that my mother would find out, so I tried to act as if nothing was wrong. But the more I did, the worse it got, and soon my mother noticed my strange behavior. Under her gaze, I panicked… My mother quickly understood everything. I lowered my head in shame and remorse, not knowing how to express . My mother looked at me calmly, her eyes suddenly becoming so gentle. I suddenly realized that there was no blame in her eyes, but rather a motherly love. I looked up in surprise, full of questions for my mother. I wondered if Mom wanted to make love to me, if she wanted to satisfy my desires. Mom got up and went to the kitchen, but I already knew the answer from her slightly shy expression. Mom looked so beautiful at that moment! Without thinking, I followed her into the kitchen. I hugged Mom's slender waist from behind and gently kissed her pink neck. Mom stopped me, glancing at the door. I immediately understood, ran to lock the door , and then carried Mom into my room. I kissed Mom's soft, sweet lips passionately, and Mom responded , something I had never done before. I was completely intoxicated by the long kiss. At that moment, I felt more maternal love than lust. After we took off our clothes, I embraced Mom . I had hugged Mom naked many times before, but this time the feeling was completely different. Before, I only had lust, but this time I felt love for Mom. Mom and I kissed passionately again, unwilling to part for a long time . Mom was so lovely at that moment, stretching out her body, gently letting me caress her. Every part of my mother's body was so familiar, so dear, and I kissed it tenderly and repeatedly until I had kissed her entire body.

After a period of tender caresses, I longed to enter my mother's body. I grasped my hard penis and,
with my mother's cooperation, entered her. My penis was enveloped and
caressed by my mother's warm, moist vagina, and my pleasure intensified rapidly. I gently thrust in and out, my mother's vagina seeming to tenderly
and lovingly comfort me. Slowly, I felt completely merged with my mother. Finally, the climax
was approaching. I wished it could slow down, but I knew I was powerless to stop it, so I could only greedily
savor its arrival.

With the last thrust and the release of the last drop of semen, I lay contentedly on top of my mother. At that moment,
I felt so happy, as if all my troubles had vanished.

We rested for a while before I reluctantly left my mother's body. My penis
had shrunk considerably after sex, and I withdrew from my mother's body with minimal movement. My mother covered her private parts with her underwear, got up,
turned around , and squatted on the bed to wipe herself. Several times before, because I hadn't prepared toilet paper, my mother
would end up like this after making love. I couldn't help but smile as I watched.

When my mother noticed, she was a little embarrassed, and finally, she playfully patted my limp penis
. My father wasn't there, so this time I felt safe and boldly fell asleep in my mother's arms.

When I woke up in the evening, I looked at my mother sleeping soundly in bed, her face flushed. She was well-maintained, and her figure was still shapely
and curvaceous . Although she was still wearing her long dress, it was already disheveled and damp...

I couldn't help but feel a strong lust rising in my heart again. The scent emanating from my mother's vulva filled my brain, and
at that moment, my penis miraculously became extremely hard again...

I couldn't help but lift my mother's legs again and penetrate her body once more...

I slowly pushed my penis into my mother's vagina until I touched her cervix. It was a warm and slippery
feeling, and my entire penis was warmly enveloped... However, I didn't rush to thrust. I just left it
inside my mother's vagina, feeling the warmth of returning to the mother's body...

That night, I lay in bed thinking about what had happened during the day. I remember someone saying something like, "In
a voluntary situation, and with deep enough feelings, sex can be the best way to communicate emotions, regardless of what those feelings are."

I know my mother only has maternal love for me; her affection for her son made her willing to have sex with me, and it also
brought her satisfaction.

After that day, our mother-son relationship deepened. For a long time, my mother and I often had sex.

At that time, my mother was my whole life. After a while, I slowly pulled myself together and, following my mother
's advice, went to work in a small private factory. What I learned in school paid off; I progressed quickly in the factory and eventually
became one of the owners. After earning some money, I left that factory and started my own business. After years of hard work,
I finally have my own place in the world.

I am very grateful to my mother; everything I have today is thanks to her. Many years ago, I stopped intentionally having
sex , but sometimes when we are alone together, when "the passion is strong," we occasionally do it, and we still
do now. I'm not sure if my family is truly unaware of my relationship with my mother. My younger brother probably
knows , but I'm not sure how much he knows, and he's never talked to me about it. My father, on the other hand, is likely completely unaware.

I've had many women in my life, and I'm married with a son, but I still cherish those days, and I
don't regret my relationship with my mother. There's no right or wrong in this kind of thing; as long as I
'm at peace with myself, that's enough. Isn't that right?

[The End]

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