My mother gave birth to my child.

When my mother gave birth to my child, I didn't know if I should tell her, but I've been holding it in, and it's making me feel terrible. I'm an unfilial son, especially towards my father.

I remember when I was little, I loved sleeping in the same bed as my mother and wouldn't let my father in. He couldn't resist me and would sleep next to us. I remember him laughing and saying, "Little one, if I'd known this would happen, I wouldn't have wanted you." Back then, I didn't care; I just wanted to be close to my mother and thought she belonged only to me.

Our family was very poor. My father worked away from home for long periods, only coming back for holidays like Chinese New Year. Those were my happiest days because I could eat good food. Only then was I willing to "give" my mother to my father. His sweet talk finally won me over. But as soon as he left, I would sleep with my mother again, and she was happy to. Maybe it's because I'm the little man in the family, and my mother feels more secure holding me while we sleep. Perhaps I've become her dependence—this is just my imagination. The main thing is that I'm quite dependent; I like sleeping with my mother, so I can't live without her. And so, when I was in my early teens, my father was tragically struck on the head by a brick falling from the roof and never woke up again. The day he passed away, my mother cried bitterly, collapsing several times in front of him. I cried along with her. Later, my mother held me tightly between sobs, and I almost fainted. I knew that without my father, my mother had lost her only pillar of support.

Now, even during holidays and New Year's, no one would compete with me for my mother's affections; she was my only one. Later, some people came to talk to my mother, and I overheard them trying to find me a new father, but she refused. She said she would raise me alone. And indeed, my mother didn't remarry until I was in middle school. Although the hardships of life had etched their marks on her beautiful face, she didn't look very old. If she dressed up, she would definitely attract boys. My mother wasn't very old either, only 16 years older than me. When my parents married, my mother wasn't of legal marriage age; they had consummated their relationship early and
were forced into a hasty marriage.

When I entered junior high school, because I was older, my mother and I no longer slept in the same bed, but we didn't sleep in separate rooms. My mother was afraid that I would kick off the blanket at night and get cold, and I was happy to be with my mother. Although I had learned to be shy, she was still my mother. After my father was gone, I was my mother's only child, and my mother was my only child. My mother and I depended on each other for survival. In junior high, I learned some basic physiology in class. The teacher covered it very little, just a quick overview, so it didn't leave much of an impression. I only knew that female and male genitalia were different. But later, while playing with classmates, I secretly watched adult films that a classmate's father had borrowed and hadn't hidden properly. It was an eye-opening experience, making me incredibly aroused. I realized that men and women could do such things, and in such a wild way. Watching those naked women and stripped men entwined on the screen, I don't know why, my heart pounded wildly, my face flushed, and my ears burned. The sight of those fair skin reminded me of my mother's flawless and smooth body. I'd never thought of that before; this was the first time such a thought had flashed into my mind, and it wouldn't go away. With the women's moans and the men's movements, I got a hard erection, my penis was burning hot, even a little painful. My mind was a mess. Oh my god... I've been sleeping with my mom for 16 years now. Whether we sleep in the same bed or separately, I've never felt this way before. Now I'm incredibly thirsty and just want to drink water…

In the evening, I came home and saw my mom. She was cooking, wearing an apron. Because of the heat, her forehead was covered in sweat, some of it even dripping down. So I quickly grabbed a towel to wipe her sweat. She probably had just showered; I could smell the perfume from her damp hair. Just as I was about to wipe her, I suddenly saw her chest. She was wearing a very thin, low-cut top, and her two round breasts were almost half-exposed, creating a deep cleavage under the pressure of her bra. I immediately felt a strange excitement. However, when I realized I had lost control, I regretfully scolded myself: "Jun Jun, you're not human! This is your own mother! How could you react like this?!" I quickly finished wiping her sweat, ashamed, and went to the yard for some fresh air, which finally calmed me down a bit. I couldn't go back inside. What if I saw it again? With nothing to do, I gazed at the reddish clouds in the west, remembering playing with my classmates, and the image of that adult film popped into my head again. How awful, why did I think of that adult film again?

"Dinner's ready! What are you doing?" My mother's voice jolted me awake. I reflexively answered and went back inside. My mother had already set the table. I mechanically sat down, picked up my chopsticks, and silently began to eat. I didn't dare look up at my mother; I was afraid she would see my cloudy eyes and my slightly flushed face. "Where did you go? Why are you so late?" My mother asked, putting food in my bowl. "I went to a classmate's house. We chatted for a while." I didn't dare tell her I'd watched an adult film at her house. It was the first time I'd lied to my mother, and it came out so naturally, so easily. "Eat more vegetables, so you can get enough nutrition." "Okay." My mother still treated me like a child, giving me instructions. "Mom, I'm 17 years old, I know!" For some reason, I felt a bit rebellious towards my mother's daily nagging today. "Silly son, even if you grow up to be 80, you'll still be my son. I'll only be at ease when you're doing well!" Hearing my mother's words, I felt even more ashamed. My mother is so good to me, she has poured so much love into me, and yet I... Thinking of this, I dared not think any further and quickly shoveled rice into my mouth.

Today was tough. Being with Mom felt a little awkward. After finishing my homework, it wasn't even bedtime yet when Mom called me over. "Junjun, how's your studying going? Exams are coming up soon, you have to study hard. You're Mom's hope. You must try your best to get into the county's top high school. I heard it's the best high school in our county. If you get in, you can go to Tsinghua or Peking University." "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely work hard." Only then did I dare to speak a little louder, because I had already calmed myself down while doing my homework. Besides, we were in the yard, and although we were close, it was dark, so I couldn't see Mom clearly, and I didn't have those thoughts anymore. "Yes, good boy, you must make Mom proud. For you, Mom hasn't remarried for over ten years, just because I was afraid you would suffer if you had a stepfather." "Mom, you've said that so many times, I won't let you down..." "Okay, okay, that's enough. It's getting late, let's go to sleep." Mom said, and went into the house to turn off the light.

In this weather, you don't need to cover yourself with thick things to sleep. Just put two pillows on the mat and cover each person with a sheet, and you can sleep until dawn. When I came to the bedroom, under the soft light, my mother's slender figure was particularly prominent today. I accidentally saw her large breasts half-exposed under her thin clothes. I wanted to look, I didn't want to look, my eyes quickly chose, and finally, I did look. Those fair and tempting breasts were like two big white steamed buns. They immediately reminded me of the movie I watched during the day, and a desire immediately rose in my heart. Never mind, I quickly got into bed. For many years, my mother had been used to letting me sleep first, so as usual, I quickly took off my blanket and shorts, leaving only a small triangle of underwear, and quickly lay down and closed my eyes to sleep. But I couldn't sleep. I heard my mother's soft voice coming over, and I heard her turn off the light. I felt her carefully getting into bed and lying down...

(2)

A surge of excitement welled up inside me, my heart pounding in my throat. Mom was finally in bed! Mom was finally in bed! I didn't know how to express my excitement. I felt like I was suffocating, like I was dying. I wished I were dead. This irresistible urge was driving me crazy. No, no, why am I hard again? My underwear was taut, the feeling of being suppressed was unbearable. I opened my eyes, looking at that slender, indistinct figure, listening to Mom's even breathing. I finally couldn't resist and secretly pulled down my underwear. It felt so good! I felt like my body was floating in the deep sky, cool and natural. But this feeling didn't last long before it was taken over by a strange desire. This strange desire drove my body closer and closer to Mom… "That's my mother! How could you do this?" When I smelled the perfume in Mom's hair again, I suddenly woke up. I regretted myself, hated my incompetence, hated my wild thoughts, hated myself for almost defiling my own mother.

I lay there helplessly, my mind frozen. If it weren't for a sudden clarity of thought, I would have made a terrible mistake. I looked out the window; the stars were twinkling, as if deliberately making faces at me for my decision. "Go to sleep, you have class tomorrow!" I told myself. "Yes, I have class tomorrow." I turned around, my back to my mother, and closed my eyes again, but I couldn't fall asleep. The more I tried to sleep, the clearer my mind became. I couldn't help but think of that woman in the movie, that woman with her legs spread, and the dark, mushy area at the base of her thighs. My willpower is so weak; just thinking about that image made me hard again.

What should I do? I kept changing my sleeping position and body shape. My mother probably sensed something was wrong: "What's wrong, Junjun? Are you feeling unwell?" "It's nothing, Mom, I just can't sleep." "Did Mom's words put pressure on you today?" "No, Mom, I don't know why, I just can't sleep." "Are you hot? Let Mom fan you." I really didn't want to answer these pointless questions, I just wanted to hear "Why don't you sleep with Mom?" That way, I could touch Mom, hug her smooth body... "Mom, why don't I sleep with you? I really want to sleep with you!" I blurted out. "Silly son, you're so big already, and you still want to sleep with Mom?!" Hearing this, my face turned red. Yes, it definitely wouldn't be appropriate to sleep together now. Luckily, it was dark, and Mom couldn't see me. After a slight pause, Mom still spoke: "Silly son, come here, stop pouting like that." "It seems Mom still loves her son very much; she always gives in to his every whim, hehe. The reason Mom said that earlier is because I always pout when she criticizes me, so it's like she saw me pouting. Never mind, I can't wait any longer, let's get moving! Mom and I weren't far apart to begin with, and I quickly moved to her side: 'Mom, I love you!'" "With a 'smack,' I kissed my mother on the cheek. She didn't expect me to do that and instinctively pushed me away. As she did so, my legs and feet instinctively clung to her. Then, the historic moment arrived. It was the first time I'd touched a woman's body since I understood the relationship between men and women, even though it was my mother. I felt it—I felt the softness and smoothness of her body. After pushing me away, perhaps worried I might hurt myself, she immediately pulled me back. Because she was in a hurry, she used a little too much force, pulling me into her arms, and I was once again in direct contact with her two soft, large breasts. As a child, I had 'justifiably' sucked on them, but now even a light touch was enough to make my face flush and my heart race. Ah, that's how people change. My mother used to hold me while I slept, but now she doesn't. We just sit close together, occasionally moving, our bodies brushing against each other. During those bumps, I don't know what my mother..." I wondered what Mom felt, and I felt like I'd been electrocuted, excited for a while. Listening to Mom's even breathing, I daydreamed...

Although it was late, I found it harder to fall asleep. While I didn't want to do anything with Mom yet, I really wanted to hold her close, or rather, embrace her body while sleeping. I slowly reached out and placed my hand on Mom's shoulder. Embarrassed to wake her, I bent my other hand and placed it between us, pressed tightly against her large breasts, or pressed even closer. I was sweating profusely, struggling, very tired, and also very guilty. If Mom knew what I was doing, she would definitely scold me to death. Mom finally started to turn over, and I could finally move my hands and legs, but I immediately pressed even closer. I hugged Mom tightly, and my legs were crossed over her body. At that moment, my hard penis was pressed against Mom's buttocks, but I dared not move again, afraid Mom would notice. After n... After a while, Mom took my hands and legs off her body, but after a short while, I pretended to be changing my sleeping position and put them back on her. Although I really wanted to imitate the man's actions in the movie, I suppressed it as much as possible because I knew I couldn't do it and didn't have the courage to do it. After who knows how much time had passed, I was so sleepy that I touched my underwear and put it back on. I was afraid of what kind of embarrassing situation Mom would be in if she saw me not wearing underwear when she woke up the next day.

(3)

"Time to eat, or you'll be late for school!" "Hearing my mother's voice, I realized it was already dawn. Opening my eyes, I found them very uncomfortable and dry, and I didn't want to open them. My mother urged me several times before I reluctantly sat up, but I felt a little dizzy. To avoid being late for school, I struggled to get up, quickly washed my face, and sat at the table. Seeing my mother's busy figure, I forgot about last night's events, ate a few mouthfuls of rice, greeted my mother, and hurried off to school.

In class, I was so sleepy that I couldn't help but doze off. The teacher noticed, but luckily, my studies were decent, and the teacher was kind to me. As she passed my desk, she only tapped on the surface. Then I remembered what happened last night and realized my behavior was really outrageous, really excessive—no, not just somewhat, but terribly outrageous, terribly excessive! As a model student, I have excellent character and morals; how could I do such a shameful thing! Sigh! It's all because they dragged me to watch those adult films, otherwise…" "Chen Jun!" "Hmm?" "Hearing someone call my name, I quickly snapped out of my daze. It turned out the teacher had gone to the podium to begin the lesson, and I was still daydreaming. I'd been caught again. Looks like I'm having a really bad day. This time, the teacher made me stand at the back of the classroom as punishment. Fine, standing there is punishment; it'll help me clear my head and atone for my shameful behavior lately. Standing at the back, looking at the students listening attentively in front of me, and the teacher standing on the podium, I secretly vowed to myself: I will definitely mend my ways, study hard, and strive to get into Tsinghua or Peking University!

After school, when I got home..." I had adjusted my mindset, and when I saw my mother, I stopped staring at those "tempting" parts with lustful eyes. At night, I no longer wanted to sleep with her, and I stopped comparing her to a naked woman in a movie. My mother is my mother; she gave me life and raised me. Of course, no matter what happened, my mother was still my mother, and she had no idea what had happened to me; I was still her son.

This continued until something very infuriating and upsetting happened during my vacation after my exams, which completely changed everything, including my vow.

It was about watering the vegetable garden. My mother wanted to borrow the key from the well and got into an argument with another woman who also wanted to water her garden. Everyone wanted to water their garden quickly because it was getting dark, and the ground was too dry; the vegetables were wilting, and everyone was afraid theirs would spoil. Their argument escalated, and the filthy woman even called my mother a shameless, stinking widow, a jinx no one wanted. Yes, my father had died, and in some people's eyes, my mother was the cause of his death. She had refused to remarry, and in some people's eyes, no one would dare marry a woman like her. And that woman was truly despicable; why did she have to expose her shortcomings?! And then, the woman's husband arrived, siding with his wife, saying inappropriate things and even trying to hit my mother. Whether my mother was scared or simply enraged, she ran home crying. I was at home when I saw my mother so upset, so I asked her what was wrong. At first, she just cried and cried. After a while, some kind people came to visit her, and I learned what had happened. I was furious. How could anyone bully someone like that?! I stood up and wanted to go with that despicable couple, but the kind people and my mother held me back. My mother even knelt down and begged me not to go. I couldn't resist, so I had to give up. I tried my best to suppress my anger and stayed with my mother, trying to persuade her until she finally stopped crying. By then, the kind people had left, and it was already dark.

(4)

Although my mother was very upset, she still went to cook. I knew that this argument had deeply hurt my mother. At that moment, the only thing I could do was go to the kitchen and help my mother. While washing the vegetables, watching my mother bustling back and forth, I felt a deep sense of guilt: "Mom, I'm sorry, I couldn't be there to support you. I'm so sorry!" "What nonsense are you talking about? This has nothing to do with you. Just focus on your studies when school starts and don't think about anything else. You got into a top school, which made me proud. That's the best reward for me! I'm already very satisfied." "Okay, Mom, don't worry, I'll definitely study hard at my new school and make you proud again!" I confidently told my mother my determination. At that moment, my mother seemed to have forgotten about the argument, and a bright smile finally appeared on her face. "Mom, you have such a beautiful smile. I want to find a girlfriend like you in the future, hehe!" Looking at my mother, I couldn't help but say this. "You're focused on your studies right now, don't start dating too early, it'll affect your studies." "Okay, Mom, but there are already several couples at my school! There will definitely be even more in high school." Mom became serious again: "But you can't date, your focus is on studying. By the way, you got into a top school, and I haven't properly celebrated with you yet! I'll cook you a nice meal in a couple of days when I'm less busy." To lighten the mood, I teased Mom: "Mom, do I want to eat now?!" "Now? It's too late, why didn't you say so earlier? They should all be closing up shop by now. Never mind, I'll go check, maybe they'll still sell well!" Mom said, taking off her apron to leave. I grabbed her arm: "I was just teasing you, is Mom that easily fooled?!" "Yes, Mom would do anything for you! You little rascal! Go set the table, the food's ready." "Okay!" Seeing Mom's happy expression, I secretly felt happy as I walked away.

After dinner, it was already late, and Mom wasn't in the mood to go outside to cool off, so she turned on the TV inside. When I was in school, Mom wouldn't watch TV, afraid it would affect my studies. Now that I was on vacation, she turned it on too. The show was about a newlywed couple starting a business. Mom said, "If your father were still alive, our family wouldn't be like this. We wouldn't be suffering like this today. I had the key, but she insisted I let her water her plants first. Hers are seedlings, but mine aren't?! This is what happens when there's no man in the house!" Although Mom said this unintentionally, I still felt her vulnerability as a woman, the vulnerability of not having a man. Yes, a family is only complete when there's a man in it; only then will it not be bullied, and only then will others respect it. A man is the backbone of a family. "Mom, maybe... maybe..." "What do you mean, 'maybe'? Why are you hesitating?" "Maybe you should find someone else!" I tentatively suggested. "What are you looking for?" "I'm looking for a man, so our family won't be bullied anymore!" "Silly son, you're almost grown up now, so Mom won't look anymore. Mom's used to it. Besides, you'll be grown up soon too, and when you are, no one will dare to bully us." "That's true, Mom. I will definitely be like Dad, supporting this family and becoming a strong man that no one dares to bully!" Just as he finished speaking, the TV show ended. Mom picked up the TV remote: "Are you still watching? Go to sleep." Hearing Mom's weak voice, I knew she wanted to sleep. After all the commotion during the day, Mom was exhausted, and I didn't want to disturb her, so I didn't say I wanted to watch anymore.

Not long after lying down, I felt someone crying. Listening closely, I realized it was coming from Mom. I immediately turned around. Fortunately, it wasn't as dark as before, and I could vaguely see Mom. I saw her turned to the side with her back to me, her body trembling. Mom was crying! What should I do? Should I let Mom cry for a while, or go and comfort her? Seeing my mother like this, I couldn't bear to watch any longer. I quickly went to comfort her. So, I approached her. She probably noticed me, wiped her eyes, turned around, and looked at me, saying, "Jun Jun, what's wrong?" "Mom, what's wrong?" "Mom's fine, you go to sleep." My mother's voice clearly showed she had been crying; she was still choking back sobs. This reminded me of the scene that afternoon when my mother was humiliated by that despicable couple. Thinking of my mother all alone and helpless, I couldn't help but cry. Seeing me cry, my mother immediately sat up and quickly asked, "Jun Jun, what's wrong? Don't scare your mother!" Seeing my mother sit up, I sat up too. "Mom, I'm so sorry, so very sorry. Dad passed away early, and you raised me, worrying yourself sick over me, and I just watched you suffer and be mistreated, and I..." Before I could finish, my mother hugged me and burst into tears. The night was so quiet, and we, mother and son who depended on each other for survival, poured out our hearts to each other in the deep night through our sobs...

(5) My mother cried harder

and harder, hugging me tightly. I hugged her back just as tightly. As I cried, I smelled the unique scent of a woman emanating from her. After crying for a while, we were exhausted. My mother was still sobbing. I stayed with her, resting my head on her shoulder, breathing in that familiar scent, and closing my eyes to enjoy it. I wasn't an unfilial son, nor was I refusing to stand up for my mother, nor was I ignoring her sadness. I wasn't taking this opportunity to have any improper thoughts about her. I had stopped thinking about the content of that video. But at that moment, I smelled that scent of a woman, or perhaps her unique scent, on my mother's body. I smelled it and simply enjoyed it, nothing more.

"Jun Jun, will you sleep with Mom tonight?" "Okay." I knew that today was when my mother was most vulnerable. When people are most vulnerable, they need someone to rely on the most. My mother's reliance was on my father. My father was gone, and I was all alone at home. Perhaps only I could fill that role. That was probably why my mother asked me to sleep with her.

I quickly and obediently lay down next to my mother. "Mom, from now on, treat me like the man of the house. I'll stand by you and support this family! From now on, I won't allow anyone to bully you." "Don't meddle in adult matters. Just focus on your studies," my mother said, pulling my head under her armpit, her tone authoritative. "Mom, I'm all grown up now. Touch my little mustache, and the little bump on my neck." As I spoke, I took my mother's hand and touched it. My mother touched my mustache, perhaps finding it amusing, perhaps indifferent, for a long, long time without leaving. Mom?! "As I pleaded with my mother, I turned to the side and placed one hand on her. Suddenly, I felt a jolt of electricity run from my arm through my entire body. At the same time, I felt my mother tremble slightly. It turned out my arm was resting on her chest. Even through her short vest, I could feel its softness, its gentleness, and its tingling sensation. I didn't pull it away, but my arm was stiff. I was afraid to move, so I just kept it there, stiff. My mother didn't say anything to me, nor did she tell me to take it off. I think that tremor she felt was probably similar to what I felt." For over a decade, no one had touched my mother like this. After a while, her other hand rested on the back of my hand, gently and repeatedly stroking my hand and wrist. It felt strangely ticklish. To make it more comfortable, I put one leg up on top of her. She was wearing briefs, and because I could see and feel it, my leg touched hers. The smoothness of her skin made my leg keep sliding down, so I kept lifting it up. "Good, our Junjun is a little man in the family now, you should be happy, right?!" "Thank you, Mom, I will definitely live up to your expectations and strive to be a good man!" With that, I sat up, tilted my head back, and "smack!" gave my mother a light tap on the face. My mother immediately laughed: "You naughty thing! Okay, go to sleep, you'll have to get up tomorrow!" "Okay." "While I was humming, I hugged my mother tightly in my arms, crossed my legs, and hooked my mother's two smooth legs with force. I buried my head near my mother's neck, breathing in her fragrance and enjoying it with my eyes closed. At this moment, I don't know when, my lower body got hard. Today I was wearing a triangle panty, which was not tight, so it didn't feel uncomfortable when it got hard. Instead, it pressed against the outside of my mother's thigh. Maybe my mother was tired from one position, so she suddenly straightened her arms and legs and stretched. At this moment, I also felt my lower body being pushed back forcefully. "Ouch!" I couldn't help but cry out.

(6)

"What's wrong?!" my mother asked anxiously. "You hurt me." I answered uncomfortably. "Let me see, is it heavy?" my mother said, sitting up and turning on the light. "It's okay, Mom. Go to sleep!" "No, you are my precious son, I can't let you get hurt!" "Where exactly does it hurt?" Mom had returned to my side, looking as if she wanted to check. "I, I..." I looked down at myself, my hand still covering my crotch. "Oh. How are you now?" Mom seemed to understand. "It still hurts a little, but it's better than before." "Then check it yourself. If you really can't tell, take off your shorts and let me see." Mom seemed to understand me, and then lay down with her back to me. At this moment, I slowly took off my shorts, and I couldn't see anything wrong. "How is it?" Mom asked me. "It's nothing..." When I turned to answer my mother, I saw her body lying on the bed. Her long, slender legs looked white and shiny under the light. Her slim waist connected to her wide hips and broad chest, showing off her curves. Especially her long, black hair, scattered beside the pillow and falling onto her smooth shoulders. I was completely stunned. At that moment, the image of the naked woman in the movie flashed into my mind again, and a desire immediately surged through my body. I got hard again, and I really wanted to pounce on her...

"It's good that you're okay, it's good that you're okay. Turn off the light and go to sleep." I got up, turned off the light, and lay down next to my mother. At that moment, my mother also turned over and lay flat on the bed. I was still burning with desire, the longing to embrace my mother's body constantly filling my mind. I didn't care anymore, and just like before, I placed my hands on my mother's breasts and crossed my legs over hers. My legs were now touching her panties, but what surprised me even more was that my penis was making intimate contact with her body. Only then did I realize that I had been so focused on turning off the light to sleep that I had forgotten to wear underwear. My mother didn't say anything; perhaps she didn't know or feel anything. My heart, which had just been racing, relaxed again. "Thank you, Mom! Mom, I want to suckle your breasts?" I don't know why, but those words just slipped out. "No, you're so big already, why do you still want to suckle? Besides, there's no water left, what's there to eat?" "I just want to suckle, okay, Mom, just for a little while." My mother didn't say anything more, and I quietly waited for the outcome. "You little rascal, I just can't do anything with you! Just a little while?!" Having received my mother's permission, I couldn't wait any longer. I lifted her vest, put my mouth to it, and started sucking, while my other hand played with her other breast. At this point, I was half-straddling my mother, my erection rubbing against her thighs with each movement. I felt dizzy. Suddenly, I felt my mother's body tremble a few times. "Mom, what's wrong?" I stopped and quickly asked. "Nothing, it's just that you haven't eaten in a long time, and it feels a little strange. Junjun, why don't we stop eating and go to sleep?" "No, I've only eaten a few bites, I want to eat a little longer." After saying that, I lowered my head and started eating again. A little while later, my mother trembled again, and suddenly placed her hands under my armpits, trying to push me away, but it seemed she only pushed me halfway before withdrawing her strength. The actions of the man in the film kept influencing me, but I didn't dare to be so presumptuous, afraid that my mother would forbid me from doing this, or scold me. I first stroked my mother's nipples, which were hardening from softness, sucking on one and then the other, occasionally teasing them with my tongue. While I was diligently stroking her nipples with my mouth and hands, I tried to close her legs together, placing my penis between them. To make it more comfortable, I kept twisting slightly. "Jun Jun, don't do this, I'm your mother! If this continues, I'll feel terrible." As she said this, my mother tried to push me away, but my body was already very hot, I felt my whole body burning, and the intense desire made me unable to stop. This force pushed my hands under my mother's shoulders, and I hugged her tightly. My mother tried to push me away again, but she couldn't. I continued almost frantically, and my mother began to tremble and shake. I felt her hands under my armpits, seemingly moving but not moving. "Please, please, Junjun, don't do this. It's not good, it's not good for you or for me." "Mom, I..." "It hurts me to see you like this. You're all grown up now, you should be more sensible. You're my son, and a son shouldn't do anything to his mother." "I..." It seemed that my mother already knew the purpose of my little trick. Suddenly, I had no strength left. With my mother's half-pushing and half-yielding, I moved off her body and lay down next to her again.

(7)

My mother stopped talking, and I didn't talk either. Although my mother saw through me, I still longed for it, so I couldn't fall asleep for a long time. My mother kept tossing and turning, probably because she couldn't fall asleep either. It was getting light outside, and I finally drifted off to sleep. When

I woke up the next day, the sun was already high in the sky. Because it was a holiday, my mother didn't wake me up early as usual. But then I heard the sound of chopping vegetables coming from the kitchen. It seemed that my mother had just gotten up as well. I quietly got dressed and went to the kitchen. I saw Mom had just finished chopping vegetables and was about to straighten up. Suddenly, I hugged her from behind. Mom, who had no idea what was going to happen, was so startled that her legs went weak and she almost fell over. Luckily, I was behind her and caught her. "Jun Jun, what are you doing? You scared me to death!" "Mom, I love you! I want to be the man of this family, I want to support this family!" I said, pressing my head against Mom's back. "Go wash your face quickly!" Mom seemed a little embarrassed and urged me to wash my face. Actually, I said these words with great courage, and it was also a way of testing Mom. But thankfully, judging from Mom's tone, she didn't seem to care about what happened last night.

The day passed happily, and night fell. I was still a little worried, afraid that Mom wouldn't let me sleep next to her. But after I got into bed, Mom didn't say anything, just like always, which meant she allowed it. I was so happy, I wanted to jump for joy. "Mom, there's something on your head, let me take it off." I said, approaching Mom face to face, wearing only my briefs. The light was bright enough to see tiny things on the floor, and I thought Mom could definitely see the "tent" I was making. When I took the little thing off Mom's head, it turned out to be a tiny leaf. It hadn't fallen off because it was embedded in Mom's hair. "Mom, you have a gray hair here, let me pluck it out for you!" "It's okay, Mom is getting old, it's normal to have gray hair." "No, Mom is still young, how can I have gray hair? Plucking it out will make you more beautiful and pretty." "Silly son, why are you talking so sweetly?" Mom replied with a smile. It seemed that Mom was very satisfied to have such a smart son. "This hair is hard to pinch!" "Then I'll move closer to the light, it'll be brighter there, you can see it more clearly." Mom said, moving closer. I was half-squatting on her legs, but I had to stand up for her to move. Just as I stood up, my erection bumped against her lips. I felt a surge of excitement, but I didn't show it. Mom was silent, and that was that. Moving to the light, I carefully stroked Mom's hair, leaning forward almost to her face. "Did you pinch it? If you didn't, we'll try again tomorrow." "Almost..." Before I could finish speaking, I pinched the white hair, pulled hard, and it broke. This hurt Mom. She cried out, her hand instinctively reaching for that spot. Perhaps she reacted too quickly; the hand supporting her head was knocked away. I had been pulling hard, and now, without support, I lost my balance and fell onto Mom. My body pushed her further, causing her to fall backward as well, and I landed on top of her. In the lamplight, I could see Mom's large, watery eyes, her fair face, and her thin, red lips, red even without lipstick. I could feel her soft breasts pressing against me, and my hard erection seemed to be pressing against her private parts. We stared at each other, somewhat stunned, as if in slow motion. "Mom, don't move!" Just then, the sudden movement parted a strand of white hair. I grabbed it and pulled it out with a jerk. Holding the white hair, I showed it to my mother, stretched out my arm, leaned forward, and tossed it to the ground, then pulled back. Seeing my mother's "strange" expression, my heart fluttered. I knew my mother also had that kind of desire. I closed my eyes and slowly sank in. Just as my lips touched my mother's, suddenly, I was pushed up and fell to the side. Looking at my mother, she had already sat up. Seeing her heavy breathing, I knew she was already aroused. Her hands were tightly clutching the collar of her still-on nightgown. My mother didn't say anything, just turned on the light and lay down. I nervously followed her down beside her.

Sunrise and sunset, and night fell again. I dared not have any more thoughts and quietly fell asleep next to my mother. In the middle of the night, Mom suddenly woke me up. She was holding me, kissing my face, and her lower body was pressing against mine, moving rhythmically… What was going on? Was Mom sick? I was about to wake her up when I heard, “Jun Jun, I’m so excited, so happy, thrust harder!” “Huh?” Wasn’t that the woman’s voice from the video? Why would Mom say something like that? Suddenly, it dawned on me. Mom must have been dreaming, and it was a wet dream. So Mom was willing to do that with me, she just wasn’t comfortable around me. I had given up all hope, but this sudden turn of events revived me. It seemed like fate was on my side. So, I went along with it. Following my mother's movements, I carefully pulled down her panties. In the dim light, I saw her dark, private area. I gently leaned in and smelled its unique fragrance. I was intoxicated. I felt my blood rushing to my head, and my penis quickly hardening. An inexplicable urge drove me to reach for my mother's body. This time, my hand wasn't on her breasts, but on her thigh. Just as I touched her skin, she trembled again. I slowly and gently stroked the inside of her thigh, from top to bottom, then from bottom to top. When I was about to touch her private parts, her body twisted slightly, and she let out a moan. I broke down, I broke down. When my trembling hand touched her soft pubic hair and wet "opening," I felt like I was going to suffocate. I'd never touched anything like this before. My blood was surging like a thousand horses, coursing through my body. I gently and forcefully rubbed my mother's "hole" area. My mother's body twisted more and more. I felt my fingers getting wetter and slippery, even a little sticky. I knew my mother was about to reach her arousal point. I decided not to linger. So I carefully and slowly inserted my hand into my mother's. After entering, I felt that it was wet, slippery, and hot. That feeling was really exciting and intoxicating. No wonder the men and women in the movie were intoxicated. I started to thrust in and out with small movements. My mother also thrust in and out with the rhythm. At this time, I was so excited that I almost fainted. My lower body was really swollen and uncomfortable. I couldn't wait any longer.
So I turned over and "horse" and went straight for the dragon...

(8)

Just as I was inserting my lower body into my mother's lower body, my mother suddenly woke up. Before I could come back to my senses, my mother had already pushed me away angrily. "What are you doing?" My mother sat up and yelled at me like a madwoman. "Who are you?" "Mom, it's me, it's Junjun." I didn't get a reply from my mother, but instead received a loud slap across the face, my cheek burning with pain. "This is incest! How can you treat your mother like this?! It's outrageous!" "Mom, don't say anymore. Haven't you wanted to for over ten years?" "Yes, I've wanted to every day. I'm a human being too, but for so many years, to protect my reputation, I've suffered so much humiliation from thugs and bullies. I even threatened to kill myself to prevent them from having their way with me. And now you..." "Mom, it's my fault for being unfilial. I shouldn't have done this. But Mom, I know you've sacrificed so much for me. For so many years, you've lived like a widow for me. I want to repay you. You're not much older than me. I'll be your man from now on!" I blurted out what I had wanted to say for a long time, and I suddenly felt much lighter. “No, I know your heart, but you can’t do this. You’ll definitely marry a beautiful wife someday.” “No, Mom, I swear I’ll only do two important things from now on. First, I’ll study hard and find a good job. Second, I’ll become your man and make you happy.” Mom was speechless for a long time when she saw how determined I was. Just then, I saw her body trembling and tears streaming down her face. “Mom, your child has grown up.” Mom covered her face with her hands and was still sobbing. I turned around, gently took her hands off her, and guided her to lie down. Mom didn’t resist. She let me do as I pleased. I grabbed a tissue from the bedside in the dark and wiped away her tears. I leaned against her chest. “Mom, I’ve fallen in love with you. I can’t help myself.” I said, stroking her smooth, delicate arms. At that moment, I got hard again. I don't know why I was so easily aroused, like gunpowder meeting a flame. My penis grew harder and harder, and my desire intensified. I didn't care anymore; I quickly turned my body and lay completely on top of my mother. When I thrust hard against her, I heard her scream, "No—!" and felt her lower body twist violently. It was her last struggle to stop me from penetrating her. I held her tightly, holding her close, thrusting repeatedly. I had never felt so excited before. Soon, a wave of pleasure washed over me, and I lay on top of my mother. I ejaculated…

"Turn on the light!" I heard my mother's weak voice and quickly got up to turn on the light. My mother was still lying there, her pubic hair sticky with a paste-like substance. It seemed I hadn't penetrated her; I had ejaculated outside. My first time ended like this, so hastily, so unrefined, so incomplete. My mother quietly got up, covered herself with her hand, and quickly went to the bathroom. I wiped myself with toilet paper and lay down. My mother had been defiled by me for over ten years. Was this her happiness or her pain? Only heaven knows. I hope this is the beginning of her happiness. "Aren't you going to wash up? Go wash up, it'll prevent you from getting sick." I only snapped out of my daze when I heard my mother's words. "Do I need to wash up? I just wiped myself with toilet paper." I asked doubtfully. "Of course, washing up is good for your health." My mother's skin felt a little rough, like grass that had been rained on. "Hmm." Only then did I realize that things weren't as bad as I'd imagined. I thought my mother would stop talking to me afterward and treat me like a plague, but now she was still gently caring for me. I was so happy.

The night was so beautiful, so deep. After washing up, I lay on my side, half-lying on my mother's body, recalling the scene from earlier, and then I fell asleep.

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