Mother's Gift

My Mother's Gift

(Part 1)

Looking back on my three years of high school, there were many hardships, but also many joys, all of which came from my mother because she loves me so much.

My mother gave birth to me when she was 25, and now she's almost 50. Time has left its mark, but she's better maintained than most women in their 40s. She's slightly overweight, her breasts are a little saggy, and her lower abdomen protrudes a bit, but her skin is great, and she has few wrinkles. At least in my eyes, she's the most beautiful mother in the world.

Our family has a very good relationship; my parents are very harmonious, but I always feel that my mother is especially good to me, probably because I'm her own flesh and blood, so naturally, she's closer to me.

Since I started high school, the workload has been heavy, and the pressure has been immense. I often go to bed very late, and my mother always makes me drink a glass of warm milk before bed, saying it helps me sleep.

But I have a better method: masturbating before bed. Every time I ejaculate, I feel very tired, so I can fall asleep quickly and sleep very soundly. As for the objects of my imagination during masturbation, they are mostly celebrities, such as Kelly Chen, Twins, or others. But one night, I dreamt of making love with my mother and even had a nocturnal emission. From then on, my mother became my masturbation rival; none of those so-called celebrities could compare to my dearest mother. Lost

in fantasies about my mother, my first year of high school passed quickly. In my second year, I was placed in the humanities class. The girls in my class were always chattering, which gave me a deeper appreciation for my mother's mature beauty. My masturbation became even more frequent. Because my mind was constantly preoccupied with my mother's body, my grades plummeted. The teacher invited my father to the school, hoping the parents would cooperate to find the reason for my declining grades, since I had a good chance of getting into a top university. After my father came back, he discussed it with my mother and didn't say anything to me, only telling me to focus on my studies. I think they had no idea what I was doing, but I deeply felt their concern and love. Especially my mother; I saw nothing but love in her eyes.

From then on, I tried hard to study, but I couldn't break the habit of masturbating at night because I loved my mother too much.

One evening during the second semester of my junior year of high school, my dad was away on a business trip, and I was studying alone in my room. My mom was probably watching TV. After finishing my homework, I couldn't resist taking out my mom's picture and masturbating. The picture was one I had taken of her at home not long ago. My mom was smiling in the picture, and I was looking at her, hoping to see through her clothes, my hand moving rapidly inside my pants. Just then, my mom pushed the door open and came in. My desk was facing away from the door, so I didn't notice. I continued. But when I heard that familiar voice say in surprise, "What are you doing?", I had already ejaculated, panting. I turned around and saw my mom's surprised and slightly angry expression. I was terrified and didn't know what to say. Of course, my mom knew what I was doing, but when she saw her picture on the table, her face turned red instantly, all the way to her ears. Seeing me standing there blankly, she said, "Go and tidy yourself up." I practically ran to the bathroom, pulled out my penis, and wiped it clean, but I hadn't brought my underwear with me, so I had to wipe the thick semen off my underwear as well.

When I returned to my room, my mother was sitting on my bed. Seeing me come in, she beckoned me to sit next to her and then gently asked, "Do you often do this?" I said, "Yes, Mom, please don't be angry with me, okay?" My mother smiled and said, "How could I be? Mom knows you're all grown up, but this kind of thing shouldn't be too frequent, it'll hurt your health." Seeing that my mother wasn't angry, my heart immediately relaxed. Mom asked again, "Why are you taking Mom's picture?" I answered hesitantly, "I love Mom so much, so I think about you all the time." "Silly child, what are you thinking? I'm your mother. Besides, doing this will affect your studies. Don't do it again, understand?" "Okay, I know." Then, Mom said those words that I still remember vividly: "Good child, you must study hard. Mom is counting on you. As long as you study hard, if you have any difficulties, Mom will help you solve them." I looked into Mom's eyes and immediately understood what she meant. I said, "Mom, don't worry, I will listen to you. Just wait for my good news." From then on, I really focused on my studies and stopped masturbating. I just took out Mom's picture to look at every night. Hard work pays off. At the end of the semester, I ranked third in the whole grade. Even my teacher was surprised by my progress. The whole family was even happier. Dad specially allowed me to drink, but he got drunk before I did.

(To be continued...)

My mom and I helped my dad to the bedroom to lie down. He kept saying, "Good son, well done!" My mom and I went back to the dining table, and I asked, "Mom, is Dad alright?" "Him? He always thinks he's still young, but he can't even outdrink his son." Actually, I was a little tipsy at that point, and without thinking, I asked, "Mom, I did well on the test this time, what's your prize?" My mom understood what I meant. She gave me a sidelong glance and said, "Go to your room." I suppressed my wildly beating heart and went back to my room. My mom followed me in and locked the door. She came to my side, made me lie down, and then gently pulled down my pants. My penis was already "offering its spear," and now that it was free from the constraints of my pants, it stood tall and straight. My mom looked at it for a while and said, "My son has really grown up. Close your eyes." I immediately obediently closed my eyes, and I could feel my mom's hand touching my penis. It felt so soft and comfortable. Next, Mom slowly began to masturbate me. Her technique wasn't very skilled, but it felt much better than when I did it myself. I started moaning and secretly opened my eyes to look at Mom. Her face was flushed, and she was looking at me lovingly. The thought that my mother was helping me masturbate excited me immensely. I ejaculated in no time. Because I wasn't prepared, I ejaculated everywhere. I looked at Mom a little embarrassed, and she scolded me, "You're still just a child." After saying that, she found a towel and wiped the semen off my body and the mat. She then helped me put on my pants and asked, "Was it comfortable?" "It felt so good, Mom! Will you help me again?" "As long as you study hard and make Mom proud, how could Mom not want her good son to feel good?" After saying that, she quickly kissed me on the cheek and left. I lay there, feeling completely relaxed and comfortable, not wanting to move at all, and fell asleep.

The next morning, Dad said while eating breakfast, "You did well on the exam this time. Since it's summer vacation anyway, let your mom take a few days off to take you on a trip. Next semester you'll be a senior in high school, and then you won't have time to rest." I glanced at Mom happily. She was looking at me too, and her face flushed; she immediately turned away. I think she and I were both thinking about what happened last night, and we were going on a trip together for several days!

We went to Qingdao, not with a tour group, but to make our own arrangements, which was more flexible. After getting off the plane, we checked into the Secret Garden Hotel, near the sea, in a beautiful setting. Since it was just the two of us, we only booked one standard room. We could see the sea from the window. It was my first time at the beach, and I was so excited that I didn't notice my mother's somewhat downcast expression. But at dinner, I noticed and asked, "Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" "No, maybe it's just from the flight." Although Mom said that, I knew it wasn't because of that. I realized my selfish behavior; how could I only think of my own happiness and forget about my mother?

I decided to correct my mistake through actions. I chatted with my mother, cracking jokes and constantly putting her favorite dishes on her plate. Gradually, her mood improved, and I was naturally very happy.After dinner, when we got back to our room, Mom said she was going to take a shower and told me to watch TV first. When she finished showering, she came out and saw that I had moved the two single beds together, making it look like a double bed. She asked me in surprise why, and I said, "I haven't slept with Mom in years, so I'm going to sleep with her tonight." Mom laughed and said, "You're still so young! You're so big and you still want to sleep with Mom? Aren't you ashamed?" "Not ashamed at all! I'll always be Mom's little child, and little children sleep with their mothers!" "Okay, but don't move around too much, and don't have any bad thoughts." "Yes, I promise!" After saying that, I ran to take a shower too, and crawled into bed wearing only my underwear. Although it was July, Qingdao wasn't hot at all, and the hotel had air conditioning, so I needed a thin blanket.

As soon as I lay down, I smelled my mother's fragrance. It wasn't the scent of soap, but a unique aroma I couldn't quite describe. I couldn't help but lean closer to her. She was wearing a one-piece bathrobe, made of silk, which felt very comfortable against her skin. But I wanted to be even closer to her skin; that would feel even better. I whispered, "Mom, can I hug you?" My mother was lying with her back to me. After a few seconds, she said, "Okay." I tentatively placed my left hand on her waist. It was so soft there. Although it didn't have the curves of a young girl's, the fullness of it felt wonderful. After a while, seeing that she didn't object, I moved my hand to her lower abdomen. There was even more flesh there, and I could feel a warm sensation even through the bathrobe. As I was touching her, Mom pressed my hand down and said, "Just leave it there, don't move." I obediently stopped moving, but I pressed my body against hers, my chest against her back, my already erect penis against her buttocks. Mom's buttocks were so full, and I shifted my body so that my penis was pressed against her buttocks cleft, because that was where I felt most comfortable.

I felt Mom's body trembling, and I asked, "Mom, are you cold?" "A little, just hold me tight and don't move, okay?" My right hand was uncomfortable under her body, so I simply reached under Mom's neck and hugged her. Mom seemed to groan a little, but didn't say anything. I hugged Mom very tightly, my penis pressed against her, enjoying it. Mom gradually stopped trembling, and her body slowly softened from its previous stiffness, letting me hold her tightly. Perhaps because she was too tired from the flight, we fell asleep like that, holding each other.

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(III)

The next morning, I woke up early because I needed to pee. Opening my eyes, in the dim light, I saw my mother curled up in my arms, her face pressed against my bare chest, her right arm around my waist. This excited me greatly. Looking at my mother sleeping soundly, she possessed both a mature charm and a touch of girlish beauty, which deeply moved me and made my penis swell like iron.

Afraid of waking her, but driven by such urges, I gently moved my body, bringing my lips closer to hers. When I was only about two centimeters away, my mother suddenly opened her eyes and tilted her head back. We stared at each other for several seconds. Mom laughed and said, "You little rascal, trying to ambush Mom?" I smiled sheepishly, but I wasn't giving up. I pleaded, "Mom, just let me kiss you, just once." Mom looked at me intently for a moment, then closed her eyes. I knew this was tacit consent, so I imitated the way I'd seen kissing on TV, slowly bringing my lips closer and gently kissing her full lips. I just kept kissing her lips like that, not knowing what a real kiss was like, just imitating, so besides the softness and slight fragrance, I didn't feel anything special. Just then, Mom's lips slightly opened, and I mischievously stuck my tongue in, wanting to startle her. But once it was in, I knew how good it was. Mom's mouth was wet and slippery. When my tongue touched hers, a slight electric shock came from the tip of my tongue. Naturally, I wouldn't let such enjoyment pass me by, and my tongue kept entwining with hers. At first, Mom tried to dodge, but there was nowhere to hide. My tongue entwined tightly around hers, sucking on it.

For a long, long time, Mom pushed me away, panting heavily, and said, "Are you trying to suffocate me?" Having tasted the sweetness, I pleaded, "Mom, again! It's my first kiss, you have to let me enjoy it." Mom murmured, "First time, first kiss, first time." I kissed her again. This time I improved; I sucked Mom's fragrant tongue into my mouth, slowly savoring it. Mom was also intoxicated by my gentle kiss.

We kissed for who knows how long, until my tongue felt a little numb, so I withdrew. Mom must have been exhausted long ago, as she breathed softly beside me. A little while later, Mom sat up and said to me, "You little rascal, you've exhausted me! Even your dad doesn't kiss me for this long." I laughed and said, "Dad gets to kiss me every day, but this is a rare opportunity for me." Mom smiled and got up to wash up. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw me still lying in bed and said, "Get up, my lazy son." "No, I want Mom to pull me up," I said coquettishly. Mom reluctantly bent down to pull me up, and just then, I saw Mom's breasts through the neckline of her pajamas. I froze. They were so big, so white, and it seemed like she wasn't wearing a bra... Seeing my strange expression, Mom hesitated for a moment, then immediately realized what was wrong and turned around to sit on the edge of the bed. I muttered to myself, "So beautiful, so lovely."

I sat up, put my arm around my mother's shoulder, and said, "Mom, I want... I want to see." "No, we're mother and son, this won't do." "Then why did you help me that time?" "That was so you could focus on your studies. We've already gone wrong, we can't keep going wrong." "Mom's breasts are for me to breastfeed, aren't they? I even suckled on them when I was little. Besides, look at me..." I turned my mother around so she could see my erect penis.

My mother looked at my lower body and didn't say anything for a long time. I stared at her, pleading, "Mom, please, please." I saw my mother biting her lip, nodding slightly as if shaking her head. I couldn't bear this situation anymore, and I don't know where I got the courage, but I reached out and touched the shoulder strap of my mother's pajamas. Just as I pulled the right shoulder strap from her shoulder to her upper arm, my mother grabbed my hand and said, "Idiot, this won't do." Then she got up and went to the bathroom. I was utterly disappointed and collapsed onto the bed. But Mom quickly came out, her pajamas already off, which she held to her chest. I was incredibly excited and moved. So that's what Mom meant when she said it wouldn't work that way; I was so stupid.

Mom came over and sat on the edge of the bed, not saying a word, just looking at me. I was incredibly nervous, my hands trembling as I reached out. As I touched the pajamas, I also touched Mom's chest. At that moment, I saw Mom's eyes close. Her hand tightened only for a second, and the pajamas were pulled down.

At that moment, I saw the most beautiful sight of my life: a pair of full breasts, round and firm, slightly sagging but still throbbing. The brown areolas accentuated the round, lustrous nipples. Although I had never seen other women's breasts, I was certain these were the most beautiful in the world. Mom's hands seemed to have nowhere to go; she tried to cover her chest, but couldn't hide this beautiful sight. Her shy expression was absolutely captivating.

It took me a long time to finally pull my gaze away from those bulges. My mother was wearing white underwear, probably cotton, a very ordinary style, similar to my boxer shorts. The rest of her body was completely naked, her snow-white skin dazzlingly white. Because we were so close, I could almost see the pores on her skin. I looked at every part of my mother's body—breasts, shoulders, abdomen, thighs—it was overwhelming. I felt she had the most beautiful body in the world; I couldn't find any other words to describe it.

My mother, seeing my stunned expression, said coquettishly (to me, it sounded like coquettishness), "Haven't you seen enough?" "Not enough, not enough, I can never get enough of her beauty." "You're so cheeky." I looked up at my mother; she seemed unable to meet my gaze, her eyes darting away, looking elsewhere. She seemed to notice my increasingly erect lower body and asked with concern, "Is it very uncomfortable?" I seemed to cry out from the bottom of my heart, "Yes!" My mother said lovingly, "Poor thing." I hurriedly said, ""Mom, can you do it like last time?" Mom looked at me, let out a long sigh, and said, "I knew you'd take advantage of me. Let me get dressed." I wasn't about to let her go. I grabbed her hand and pressed it against my penis. She tried to struggle, but I held on, and she gave up after a while. She carefully helped me pull down my underwear, placing her hand on my burning hot penis. She seemed surprised by how hot it was, and pulled her hand back slightly, but immediately grabbed it again. Gently stroking it gave me that feeling of soaring to the heavens again. I couldn't resist pulling Mom closer, putting my arm around her shoulders, and kissing her on the lips. Mom had just said, "Don't touch me like that," when my beautiful red lips sealed hers.

Because I was lying down, and my mother's left hand was masturbating me, when we kissed, she was practically on top of me. I pulled her close, and finally, her breasts touched my chest. At that moment, I almost suffocated; a softness I had never felt before spread rapidly throughout my body. I simply pulled my mother down onto me, making full contact with her chest.

I was sucking on my mother's fragrant tongue, with her full breasts pressed against me, the sensation so clear I could feel her nipples pressing against me, and my lower body being stimulated by her small hand. This three-pronged stimulation made me feel almost ecstatic. Soon, I reached my climax. Perhaps having learned from my previous experience, my mother knew I was about to ejaculate. She struggled to break free from my mouth, grabbed a piece of cloth-like material, and placed it on my penis, while her hand continued to stimulate me. I felt a tingling sensation in my lower body, and then a lot of fluid gushed out.

When I came to my senses from the intense stimulation after ejaculation, I saw my mother looking at me with those loving eyes again, but it seemed different from before. The love had changed slightly, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Looking again, I realized that the cloth-like thing was actually my mother's pajamas. They were covered in thick semen, emitting a strong smell, and there was also a lot of it on my mother's hands.

Seeing that I was awake, my mother laughed and said, "Now look what you've done, making my pajamas so dirty..." I said apologetically, "Mom, I'm sorry, let me wash them for you." "Who said you had to wash them?" Looking at the way my mother spoke, I felt that it was the same way she often spoke to my father, a kind of seductive air. Could it be...?

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(IV)

My mother went into the bathroom and put on some clothes, not the pajamas, but something else. When she came out and saw me still lying naked on the bed, she quickly avoided my gaze and said, "My little darling, aren't you going to get dressed?" Seeing her shyness, I didn't want to embarrass her any further. I quickly got dressed and asked, "Mom, where are we going to play today?" Mom thought for a moment and said, "Let's go shopping in the morning and go swimming at the beach in the afternoon, okay?" "Yay!"

Mom and I went to the Qingdao People's Department Store. Since Mom didn't bring a swimsuit, she needed to buy one. I suggested buying a bikini, but Mom disagreed, saying that at her age, why would she wear a bikini? It would be too embarrassing. I said that Mom has such a good figure, it would be a waste not to wear a bikini. As I said this, Mom looked at me shyly, while I smiled smugly. When we got to the counter, the saleswoman saw the mother and son buying bikinis and said, "Sister, you are so lucky to have such a filial son." Mom was too shy to speak, but I secretly noted down her swimsuit size.

After buying the swimsuit, Mom seemed to lose interest in shopping. Eager to see her in a bikini, I dragged her to grab a quick bite and headed to the Second Beach, not far from our hotel. It wasn't crowded, and the seawater was relatively clean.

When I changed into my swimming trunks and went to the beach, I saw a beautiful woman standing there in a bikini under the bright sunshine. Her long hair was styled in a bun, which accentuated the length and graceful lines of her neck. Her full, curvaceous figure was even more alluring in the bikini. That was my mother.

Seeing me staring at her with a blank look, Mom knew I was up to something again, so she sat down to stop me from staring so openly. I sat down next to her and said, "Mom, you're so beautiful." Mom didn't speak, gazing thoughtfully at the rolling waves. I didn't know what she was thinking; maybe she was thinking about Dad, maybe… maybe she was thinking about the beautiful scenery of that morning, just like me.

I pulled my mother up and we walked towards the beach. She didn't say anything, just let me hold her hand as we headed towards the shore. We swam slowly. My mother had taught me to swim, but she seemed a little distracted. A wave crashed over her, and she choked on water, her strokes becoming erratic. I quickly caught her. At seventeen, I was tall and strong. I held her waist, trying to keep her head above water, saying, "It's okay, Mom, it's okay," as we swam back. When we reached the shore, I helped her sit down. She leaned on my shoulder, seemingly exhausted, coughing up the seawater she had swallowed. Looking at her face, red from the water, I felt a pang of heartache. I pulled her into my arms, letting her head rest against my chest, and patted her shoulder to comfort her. After a while, she recovered, suddenly realizing she was leaning against my chest. She quickly sat up, her face flushed, and looked at me. Now I knew her blushing wasn't because she'd choked on water, but because she'd leaned against her son's chest. I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. I said, "Mom, let's go back. The sun's strong today; we don't want you to get a tan." Mom smiled and agreed.

Because we changed our plans, we got back to the hotel around 2 PM, still early for dinner, and not enough time to go out again. So we rested in the room. After showering and changing, Mom and I sat in the room, unsure what to say. To break the awkward silence, Mom suggested watching TV. We turned it on, and the hotel's closed-circuit television was showing an American blockbuster. A couple was having sex; the shots weren't explicit, but they were beautifully filmed, though everyone knew it was sex. Mom was embarrassed to watch, but I had the remote, and I watched intently, finding it beautiful.

The love scene ended, and the protagonists started a gunfight and chase. I lost interest and turned to look at Mom. She'd just showered, her hair still wet and draped over her shoulders, and her rosy lips reminded me of our morning's intimacy. I jumped over and sat beside her, kissing her. Mom didn't flinch, letting me kiss her lips. But I kissed her too hard, so hard she lost her balance and fell onto the bed. This was unexpected, but I reacted quickly, pressing my upper body against hers. Even through her clothes, I could feel the movement of her breasts, different from the feeling I had that morning.

I began exploring her mouth, finally capturing her tongue after several attempts, and we began to intertwine and suckle. At first, Mom passively let me suckle, but slowly, she responded, her tongue deftly touching mine. This skillful kiss was far better than my recklessness, and for a moment we were both lost in the moment.

After what seemed like an eternity, I felt Mom's body getting warm, and I realized there were still many places on her body waiting for me to explore. So I started kissing her face, then her neck, and her breathing gradually became heavier.

Because I had soiled her onesie, Mom wore another one. When I eagerly lifted her blouse, I noticed she was wearing a black bra. The contrast between her fair skin and the black bra was indeed strikingly alluring. I reached out to lift the bra, but it was firmly in place; there were no clasps, leaving me at a loss. Mom knew I was helpless, so she pushed me away, took off her blouse, and reached behind her back. The bra suddenly drooped down, and I realized the clasps were in the back. I quickly took the bra off Mom and then pressed her back onto the bed.

I held her heaving breasts like precious treasures, gently squeezing them. Seeing no adverse reaction from Mom, I started playing with them. One hand couldn't hold her full breasts, so I simply used both hands to knead one breast at a time. Watching her breasts change shape in my hands was incredibly stimulating. I looked at her reddish-brown nipples and couldn't resist kissing them. But when I took my mother's nipple into my mouth, she trembled. I began to suckle passionately, as if I were nursing. My mother stroked my head, and it felt like we were back seventeen years ago. The difference was that my mother's breasts were dry, and the son suckling was now an adult, with a hard penis.i=18>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (5)

As I rubbed and suckled, my mother's chest heaved even more, and she made soft moaning sounds. When I released her breasts and moved my lips downwards, my mother held my head still with her hands and said in a tired voice, "Good son, no, we can't go any further. We'll make a mistake." At that time, I didn't know what sex was like; I had only seen couples on TV with their clothes off, the man on top of the woman, their buttocks moving constantly. I just felt my penis getting hard and wanted to hold my mother's soft body tightly. I knew I wanted to have sex with my mother, but I didn't know how. So when my mother said that, I froze. Then my mother said again, "Do you want to have sex with me like in the movies?" I nodded vigorously. My mother sat up, took her pajamas and covered her chest, and slowly said, "Child, we are mother and son, we can't do that." "But, but Mom, you helped me masturbate and let me kiss your breasts, isn't that sex?" When my mother heard me say "masturbate," she blushed again, but she continued, "Yes, Mom shouldn't have done that. Last time I promised to reward you, and I was afraid you'd hurt yourself, so... But today I don't know what came over me... Anyway, we've already made a mistake, we can't go any further, otherwise it'll be... incest." I knew what incest meant, but hearing it from my mother was still very exciting, and I'd never thought there was anything wrong with incest. So without thinking, I said, "Mom, I love you so much, I like you so much, I want to be with you." My mother said angrily, "No, if you keep doing this, Mom won't talk to you anymore." I

felt like I'd been struck by lightning, all my passion vanished, and I slumped onto the bed, silent. After getting dressed, Mom saw how disappointed I was and felt a pang of guilt. She pulled my head to her chest and said, "My dear child, Mom loves you very much too. It's all my fault for making you so excited, and...sigh, we really can't do anything to betray your father." Hearing Mom say this, I was overcome with grief and burst into tears, sobbing, "Mom, do you know how much I love you? I really need you." My crying overwhelmed Mom, and she could only stroke my head, unable to say anything.

After crying for a while, I felt ashamed of myself. I looked up and saw that my mother's eyes were also full of tears. I wiped them away and asked, "Mom, do you love me?" "Yes, of course I love you. What mother doesn't love her son?" "Then do you love me more or Dad more?" My mother thought for a moment and said, "Of course I love you more. You're my own flesh and blood." "Then you love me, and I love you too. Why can't we be together?" "Good child, my love for you is different from my love for your father. You'll understand when you grow up." After saying this

, my mother got up and sat on the sofa. I knew there was no point in saying anything more, so I gave up. In the following days, although my mother and I explored all of Qingdao, there was a knot in our hearts, and we weren't very happy. About a week later, we went home. The summer vacation after my second year of high school passed quickly. My relationship with my mother seemed to have returned to normal, but I knew I could never forget that first day in Qingdao. I wonder if my mother felt the same way.

School started, and the workload was overwhelming. I studied mechanically, doing homework and reviewing every day. I became increasingly quiet and withdrawn at home. My dad thought I was becoming more sensible, but my mom could tell I was somewhat distracted.

Soon, National Day arrived, and the school, being lenient, gave us senior students a day off. I remember it was October 1st. My dad had an event at work, so it was just my mom and me at home. I locked myself in my room. I never used to lock my door, but things changed after returning from Qingdao.

After lunch, I went back to my room, unable to concentrate on studying, just lying on my bed randomly flipping through books. Just then, my mom knocked on the door and said, "It's Mom, open the door." I opened the door and went back to bed. My mother came over and said to me, "Child, is there anything you want to tell me?" I said defiantly, "I already said it in Qingdao." "Don't you think that's cruel to me? Do you think it makes me feel better? How do you think I feel seeing you like this?" These three questions stunned me, and even made my mother cry. Seeing her tears, I panicked. I quickly pulled her to sit down on the bed, wiped her tears, and said, "Mom, I know it's my fault, but I really can't concentrate on my studies right now; my mind is so chaotic." My mother looked at me with her red, tear-filled eyes, looking deeply into my eyes, and said, "It's all my fault; I set a bad precedent for you." I hurriedly said, "No, it's my fault. I'm always overthinking, and you have to worry about me." Hearing this, my mother was moved and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back just as tightly, and the misunderstanding between us vanished. As I savored the scent of my mother's hair, she said in a soft voice, "If you still want, I can let you… but I have two conditions." I was surprised, but still pretended to be calm and said, "Go ahead, Mom." "First, you must study hard; that's your biggest task right now. Second, we can't really make love. I can let you kiss me and help you with my hands, but we can't have anything else, okay?" I looked at my mother's eyes, which seemed to be glistening with tears again, and said, "No, Mom, I don't want to put you in a difficult position." "Silly child, how could I put you in a difficult position? Don't worry, I've already decided. Just don't let your father know." What could I say at that moment? I closed my eyes and wanted to kiss my mother.

Perhaps because of what she had just said, or perhaps because it had been more than two months since I had kissed my mother, this time it was especially blissful, and my mother was even more cooperative than when we were in Qingdao. Of course, my lower body began to get incredibly hard again. My mother felt it too. She pushed me away, unbuttoned her shirt, and even helped me take off my pants. Just like last time, I rubbed my mother's breasts until she helped me masturbate until I ejaculated. This time I ejaculated a lot, and it felt very good. My mother carefully cleaned me up before getting dressed.

From then on, to avoid disappointing my mother, I focused on my studies again, and my mother would help me masturbate about once a week, sometimes twice, depending on whether there was an opportunity, because we had to hide from my father. Sometimes, if there wasn't enough time, my mother wouldn't take off her clothes, but would let me touch her through her clothes or through them. As the weather got colder, we mostly did it through our clothes. My mother and I developed a tacit understanding. When I really wanted it, I would whisper to her while serving her food before dinner, "Mom, I miss you." And when my father said he had to go out that night, we would quickly exchange glances, and after he left, my mother would come to my room. All the intimate acts took place in my room. I had asked to do it in the living room or my mother's room, but I was never allowed to.

(VI)

New Year's Day passed in the blink of an eye. In another formal mock exam, I did well again. Plus, it was my mother's 43rd birthday at the end of January, so the whole family was very happy. Unfortunately, my father had to go to Shanghai on a business trip and wouldn't be back until before the Spring Festival, so he wouldn't be home for my mother's birthday. Before leaving, my father told me to give my mother a good birthday celebration. I thought to myself: I'll shoot a

lot of flowers in my mother's hand; I wonder if that counts as a birthday present. Even so, I still prepared a gift for my mother—a cashmere scarf, quite expensive, which I bought with my saved allowance. On my mother's birthday night, we cooked several dishes and opened a bottle of red wine. When I took out the gift, my mother was overjoyed. I wrapped the red scarf around her neck, and under the influence of the wine and the scarf's glow, my mother looked absolutely beautiful.Soon, the bottle of red wine was finished. Mom was a little weak, so I helped her to the sofa and cleaned up the leftovers. When I came back, Mom was slumped on the sofa, I didn't know if she was asleep. I had to carry her to her bed. Looking at Mom's sleepy, beautiful face, I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust and started to undress her. Mom was limp, and it took me a lot of effort to take off her top. I played with her breasts for a while, but my attention quickly shifted to Mom's lower body. Although I had been intimate with Mom so many times, I had only ever seen her wearing underwear. I couldn't let this opportunity slip by.

I carefully removed my mother's outer pants and long johns, leaving her only in her underwear. My mother's full thighs were laid out before me, and I stroked them up and down before finally deciding to pull down her underwear. As the last piece of my mother's body was removed, the body of a middle-aged woman was finally fully revealed before me. Her upper body was the full breasts I knew all too well and could never get enough of looking at; her lower body, that mysterious area, had sparse pubic hair, neatly arranged in an inverted triangle, quite different from mine. I spread my mother's thighs, and between her legs, I saw a brown slit—I knew that was a woman's vulva, the place from which I came into this world.

I studied my mother's genitals, comparing them to the descriptions in books I remembered, finding the labia majora and minora, the clitoris. I even deeply inhaled the scent of my mother's vulva. So fragrant!

During this process, my mother only hummed a few times; I knew she was intoxicated. A wicked thought surged into my mind. My mother forbade me from having sex with her, so why not take this opportunity… No

sooner said than done, I quickly stripped off my clothes, pulled back the covers, and covered both my mother and me under them. I rushed to press my body against hers. This made me realize what love truly meant. I lay on top of my mother, kissing and caressing her for a while, until my penis was so throbbing it couldn't take it anymore, and then I began my assault. This was when I realized it wasn't easy. My mother was drowsy and didn't move, and I couldn't find the right spot. I struggled several times without success, sweating profusely.

Then my mother moved her hand, seemingly guiding my penis, and I instantly found the right place. With a thrust, my penis entered a wonderfully pleasurable place. It was wet and tightly enveloped me, not as tight as during masturbation, but the feeling was even more intoxicating. I began to move involuntarily, my movements going from clumsy to skillful, because I had found the most comfortable way to move.

I glanced at my mother and saw her biting her lip, her brow furrowed, as if she were enduring something. I realized then that she was awake, and that her earlier action had been intentional, helping me. Excitedly, I kissed her. But when I touched her lips, her furrowed brow relaxed, and her tongue began to passionately intertwine with mine, more passionate than ever before, and a moan escaped her throat. So that's what she had been holding back.

With each powerful thrust, her breathing and moans grew stronger, and I felt the urge to ejaculate several times. Thankfully, after so many masturbations, I had learned to control my ejaculation, and I managed to suppress the urge each time.

After countless thrusts, my mother's vagina was soaking wet.

Suddenly, she hugged me tightly, her vagina contracting sharply several times. As if all her strength had been exhausted, she went limp again. I didn't know what was happening, and continued thrusting deeply. In the midst of the rain, I could no longer suppress the urge to erupt, and a stream of semen shot deep into my mother's vagina like a bullet.

Exhausted, I lay panting on top of my mother, who also lay limply. After a long while, I noticed that my mother had opened her eyes and was looking at me. There was something complex in her eyes that made me a little uneasy. I asked softly, "Mom, are you angry?" "Angry about what?" "Angry that I took advantage of you while you were drunk, and..." Mom smiled and said, "I know you little rascal won't give up until you get Mom, but if I were really drunk, could you even get in?"

I knew Mom was referring to the time she helped me penetrate, and I said shyly, "That was my first time." Mom looked at the ceiling and said, "You gave your first time to Mom." "I'm so happy I gave it to Mom." "Mom's happy too."

At that moment, Mom and I both felt that the place where we wanted to touch was very wet and cold. When we separated, we saw that our lower bodies were almost completely soaked. There was a large wet patch on the sheets, and our bodily fluids mixed together, making our pubic hair stick together in clumps. And my once proud penis was now limp and hanging between my legs.

I saw my mother looking at my penis, as if mocking me, so I quickly changed the subject, saying, "Let's go take a shower." My mother didn't say much and just told me to go first. (

VII)

I went to the bathroom and started showering. After a while, my mother came in. She was also naked and stood under the showerhead, showering with me. As my mother washed her hair, I saw the white foam sliding down her head, from her breasts to her genitals. This strange stimulation made me hard again. I slowly moved closer to my mother, and she noticed me. She rinsed the foam off her hair and opened her eyes to look at me. I was once again intoxicated by her loving gaze.

I cautiously asked, "Mom, didn't you used to forbid me from…" My mother smiled and said, "This was unexpected, too. I was a little drowsy just now. You carried me to the bed, and when I woke up, you were thrusting around wildly. You made me feel itchy, and I really couldn't bear to disappoint you, so…" I excitedly hugged my mother and began to kiss her passionately. Before long, we were both incredibly excited. After drying ourselves off, we somehow ended up back on the bed. This time, while not quite as smooth, it was much better than before. I thrust for a full half hour, during which time my mother trembled twice. Finally, I ejaculated deep into her womb. The continuous battle left both of us exhausted. That night, I held my mother and slept soundly. The next morning

, when I woke up, my mother was already up, sitting at her dressing table combing her hair. She was wearing the same nightgown I had smeared with semen in Qingdao. I got excited again, jumped up, and grabbed my mother to kiss her, but she stopped me, saying, "Honey, don't do this. Although we... we can't continue like this without restraint. After all, I'm your mother, and I know you're young, and once you experience this, you're easily tempted to indulge. If your father finds out, it'll be all over. So, Mom has a few conditions to discuss with you." I knew my mother was right, so I let her continue. "We'll still do what we always have. As long as you study hard, Mom will give you what you want. But you can't be too explicit, okay?" Hearing that I could still have sex with Mom, I obediently said, "Mom, whatever you say."

Mom smiled and said, "Good girl, go wash your face and brush your teeth." But I was still hard, so I held onto Mom and said, "Mom, I want it, Dad's not here anyway." Mom flicked my forehead and said, "I knew you'd do that." Before she finished speaking, I had already picked her up and put her on the bed.

My hands roamed over Mom's body, arousing her desire as well. Her two round, large breasts began to swell and harden under my touch, and her legs began to loosen. I helped Mom take off her nightgown, and while the iron was hot, I spread her thighs apart and intentionally probed her vagina with my hand, thrusting in and out shallowly.

Gradually, Mom became very wet down there. She grasped my thick penis and guided it into her vagina. I pressed Mom down beneath me, and my penis began to thrust rapidly, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, left and right. The extreme pleasure filled Mom's heart with ecstasy, and she began to moan loudly. Mom had completely forgotten about moral boundaries; she eagerly savored this rare pleasure, her body responding to each of my thrusts.

I kissed Mom, savoring her fragrance, and in the midst of the vigorous movements, I ejaculated again. Mom, immersed in boundless joy, nestled limply against my chest.

For the next few days, I slept in Mom's bed. Mom cooked delicious meals every day and came home early from work to be with me. I can't remember how many times we did it, but my technique improved significantly, and I finally understood that Mom's unusual trembling was a sign of orgasm. I discovered that Mom orgasmed every time, sometimes even twice, and the bond between mother and son reached a new height.

A few days later, Dad came home, and my "honeymoon" with Mom began.And that was the end of it. I became a good child again, focusing on my studies every day, but every night when my mother brought me milk, she would kiss me for a while and let me touch her body. Although it was just a brief, fleeting moment, it motivated me to study.

Since having sex with my mother, I've started paying attention to my parents' sex life. They do it about once a week, usually on weekends. My mother doesn't moan much during sex; at least, I can't hear a sound from outside the door. I only know that shortly after they go to bed, my mother goes to the bathroom to wash for a while, so they must have already done it. This makes me quite strange. My mother moans when she's with me, sometimes quite loudly. Does this mean her sex life with my father isn't very good?

During the Lunar New Year, many relatives and guests visit, and my mother and I don't have a chance to be intimate, which makes me feel very frustrated. Finally, on the night of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, after I went to bed, I heard my mother go to the bathroom. Knowing that she must have just finished with my father, I quietly got up and went into the bathroom.

My mother was wearing pajamas, lifting the hem to wipe herself with a towel. When she saw me come in, she smiled shyly and continued washing. I went over, took the towel, and helped her wipe herself. My mother didn't say anything, but I gradually realized that my goal wasn't to wipe her, but to make her wetter. Her legs started to tremble slightly, and I finally couldn't resist hugging my mother.

She said, "Hurry up." I immediately carried her to the sink, pulled down my pants, and thrust into her. Since she was already wet, it went in easily. I thrust hard, and my mother, holding me tightly, tried desperately to remain silent. But because I thrust so quickly and deeply, she couldn't help but moan. Soon, she reached orgasm, and I, too, ejaculated due to the novel position and forbidden pleasure. My mother and I quickly tidied up and went back to our rooms. My heart, which had been pounding, finally settled down the next morning when nothing seemed amiss.

Later, I kissed my mother, wondering why she moaned when we were together but not when she was with my father. She shyly said, "You're so young, so thick and hard, it's pleasure that makes me moan." Seeing her shy expression, I realized I had surpassed my father sexually. For my mother's sexual happiness, I secretly vowed to study hard and, more importantly, to make love to her properly.

(VIII)

Soon, the second semester of my senior year began. Because I had a real physical relationship with my mother, my sexual desire was released, and I felt that I would be letting her down if I didn't study hard, so I studied very diligently. Of course, when I returned home, my mother would always reward me. We seized every opportunity to make love, although each time was very short and a bit rushed. We would almost start doing it as soon as we took off our clothes and immediately put them back on afterward, but I still felt very comfortable, especially my mother, who became more and more uninhibited. She would moan loudly whenever we made love, and she would almost always reach orgasm.

Humans are not easily satisfied, and desire seems to be a bottomless pit. I gradually became dissatisfied with just making love with my mother and wanted to sleep with her, to be together all night. But I never had the chance. Things only changed when it came to the college entrance examination.

July was scorching hot. Because my home was far from the examination venue, my family decided to book a room in a hotel near the examination venue so that I could rest well during the exam period. We booked a standard room, and my father decided that my mother would stay with me at the hotel every night to take care of me. Of course, he didn't know about my relationship with my mother, nor did he know what my mother's "needs" were that she cared about most.

On July 6th, our family had dinner together. My father took my mother and me to a hotel, told me to rest well and focus on my exams, and asked my mother to take good care of me before he went back.

I didn't actually feel much pressure about the college entrance exam because I knew I would get into a top university, and I had taken so many exams that I was numb to it. But I couldn't miss the opportunity to be alone with my mother. As soon as my mother left, I hugged her, and her face turned red again. Although we had done it so many times, Yuexu and I were still mother and son, and she would always blush when I hugged and kissed her. My mother whispered, "You have an exam tomorrow, you need to rest well today." I kissed her and said, "Being with Mom is the best rest."

I quickly took off my clothes and stripped my mother naked. Since we had plenty of time, I decided to flirt with my mother. I placed my mother on the bed, and after a series of kisses and caresses, my mouth moved to her genitals. Knowing what I was about to do, she hurriedly said, "No, you can't kiss there." But I had already begun. I gently sucked on her labia, occasionally lightly biting her bright red clitoris.

With my sucking and licking, my mother gradually became aroused. Her thighs slowly clamped around my head, her skin gently undulating with my movements, and she murmured, "Mom can't take it anymore, good boy, Mom can't take it."

Since it was my first time giving my mother oral sex, this unusual stimulation quickly brought her to orgasm. A torrent of fluid gushed from deep within her vagina, which I swallowed, leaving her genitals soaking wet.

My mother panted for a long time, then slowly said, "Mom's almost dead from you, come on, Mom'll let you have your fill tonight." She then wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me onto her. I couldn't hold back any longer, and thrust my erect penis into her vagina. My mother obediently spread her legs, exposing her vulva, making it easier for me to penetrate her. I was already experienced with this, so I guided my penis, aligning the head of my penis with her vagina, and gently inserted it. Although my mother was already soaking wet, she still let out a soft moan as my large penis entered. The warm, comfortable sensation of my penis being tightly held in her narrow opening excited me so much that I thrust my entire penis into her warm, tight vagina.

I began to thrust gently and slowly, but this thrusting gradually became rougher and more unrestrained. As my thrusting speed increased, the soft moans my mother initially made gradually turned into joyful groans.

After about a thousand thrusts, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated. My mother, weakened by her second orgasm, let me press down on her. After a while, my mother pushed me away. I thought she was going to the bathroom to wash up, but instead, she rolled over and took my penis into her mouth. This was the first time my mother had let my penis into her mouth, and it was covered in my semen and her own bodily fluids. My mother gently licked me, and her tenderness made my penis, which had just ejaculated, feel extremely comfortable. Soon, I became erect again. My mother glanced up at me and continued her actions.

I could tell this was my mother's first time giving oral sex to a man, and she wasn't very skilled, at least not like what I'd seen in porn. She just held my penis in her mouth, carefully licking the glans, as if afraid of hurting me. But the stimulation was too much for me to bear, and I impulsively pushed my mother down again. Another passionate encounter ensued.

Because of tomorrow's exam, my mother only did it twice and wouldn't let me do it again, so I could only hold her and fall asleep.

The next morning, my mother woke me up, and we took a shower together. In the bathroom, my mother gave me oral sex for a while, which excited me so much that I had sex with her in the bathtub. After cleaning up, my father arrived. My mother and I resumed our mother-son relationship. After breakfast, I went to the exam hall.

The next two and a half days passed smoothly, and my sex life with my mother also went well. Having learned oral sex, we had another way to have fun. I even asked my mom to give me oral sex like in porn movies. My mom tried her best to satisfy me, making me feel incredibly comfortable every night. How could my exams not go well?

Unfortunately, the college entrance exam only lasted two and a half days. After the last exam, we went home. My dad told my classmates to relax, but I kept thinking about my mom's body and felt that everything else was meaningless. Having tasted the forbidden fruit, I naturally became addicted to it, especially since the person I shared it with was my beautiful and lovely mom.

(IX)

After the college entrance exam, it felt like everything in the world had been done. I had nothing to do all day. It was supposed to be relaxing, but it was even more uncomfortable than having something to do. My mind was no longer on studying, and all that was left was my mom. Since I started giving my mom oral sex, I became addicted to this method, and my mom seemed to like it too. In the next few times we made love, we would give each other oral sex for a while first, getting very excited before penetration. This made the orgasm even more intense, and we really enjoyed it.

Dad had suggested that Mom and I go out, but Mom was too busy with work and couldn't get away, so we had to cancel. Mom even apologized to me, promising to give me oral sex until I ejaculated. It wasn't necessary; why would I force her when she was in a difficult situation?

This summer was especially hot, and everyone in the family wore very little clothing at home. Every time I saw Mom's body wrapped in thin clothes, I got incredibly excited, but there was no way I could have the chance—it was too rare. Although every time I had an affair with Mom, it was very enjoyable, but it wasn't something that happened often.

One evening, Mom was working overtime at her office. Dad and I had finished dinner when it started pouring rain. Mom didn't have an umbrella, so Dad asked me to bring her one. When I finally arrived at Mom's office, I opened the door and saw her working at her desk. She was alone in the office. When she looked up and saw me, I was soaking wet. Although I had an umbrella, the rain was too heavy and the wind was strong, so my clothes were almost completely soaked.

Seeing me like this, Mom knew I'd come to bring rain gear. She quickly ran over, pulled me into the room, closed the door, and, ignoring my soaking wet clothes, hugged me tightly, saying, "Good boy, Mom knew you were good. Come on, take off your wet clothes, don't catch a cold." She helped me take off my wet shirt. I'm already an eighteen-year-old young man, and my well-defined muscles still stunned Mom, who had seen them countless times. I watched her stare at my chest muscles, her fingers wiping the raindrops off my body, as if she were wiping her lover. I couldn't help but pull Mom into my arms. Mom leaned softly against me, her familiar scent filling my nostrils. I immediately got an erection. Mom noticed and said, "Son, it's been a long time since you've done it with Mom, hasn't it? Come on, Mom will satisfy your craving today."

With that, she knelt down, pulled down my pants, and I felt my penis enter that wet, soft place again. As my mother sucked, I felt an intense, painful swelling down there, so I held her head and began to penetrate her, as if I were penetrating her vagina. Soon after, I ejaculated into her mouth. Strangely, this time, unlike usual, she didn't spit out my semen; instead, she swallowed it all. I helped her up, and just as I was about to ask, she smiled and said, "My good boy, I love your semen so much. I was shy before, but I really love it when you ejaculate inside me, whether it's in my mouth or..."

Seeing her joyful and satisfied smile, my penis felt like it was on fire again. I suddenly picked her up and placed her on the desk. Knowing what I meant, she cooperated by lifting her skirt and taking off her underwear. I reached down and touched her; she was completely wet, her body trembling at the movement of my fingers. I guided my rock-hard penis and slowly inserted it into her body, beginning to slowly thrust in and out.

I kissed my mother's cheeks and neck so I could reach in and caress her breasts, whispering in her ear, "Mom, I love you. I'm going to make you orgasm. Mom, are you comfortable?" My mother's breathing was rapid, and she gasped, "Okay, okay, good son, make Mom orgasm."

This time, I thrust for a long time, making my mother orgasm almost three times. After I ejaculated again, my mother didn't even have the strength to sit up. She could only lean against me, and it took her a long time to recover. I lifted my mother off the table and saw that there was a wet patch on the table. I didn't know if it was mine or hers. My mother and I cleaned up for a while. Then we sat on the sofa in the office, caressing each other and chatting until the rain subsided before going home.

From then on, my mother and I found this new place. On weekends, my mother often said she had to work overtime, and I would use the excuse of meeting up with classmates to meet her in her office. The desk, the sofa, the filing cabinet—all were good places for us to make love. My father never suspected anything, and everyone at my mother's workplace seemed lazy and never bothered us. That summer, my mother and I spent a very happy time together.

But good times are always short-lived. I was accepted into a prestigious university and was about to begin my studies in another city. The weekend before I left, my mother and I spent a passionate day together in her office. Finally, I completed my high school career with my mother's reward. But I know that my mother's reward will not end, just as her love for me will last a lifetime.

My

Mother's Reward

(Part 1)

Looking back on my three years of high school, there were many hardships, but also many joys, all of which came from my mother because she loves me so much.

My mother gave birth to me when she was 25, and now she's almost 50. Time has left its mark, but she's better maintained than most women in their 40s. She's slightly overweight, her breasts are a little saggy, and her lower abdomen protrudes slightly, but her skin is very good, and she has few wrinkles. At least in my eyes, she is the most beautiful mother in the world.

My family has a very good relationship; my parents are very harmonious. But I always feel that my mother is especially good to me, probably because I'm her flesh and blood, so naturally we're closer.

Since I started high school, the workload has been heavy, and the pressure has been immense. I often go to bed very late, and my mother always makes me drink a glass of warm milk before bed, saying it helps me sleep.

But I have a better method: masturbating before bed. Every time I ejaculate, I feel very tired, so I can fall asleep quickly and sleep very soundly. As for the objects of my fantasies, they are mostly celebrities, like Kelly Chen, Twins, or others. But one time I dreamed of having sex with my mother and even had a wet dream. From then on, my mother became my masturbation rival; none of those so-called celebrities could compare to my dearest mother.

My first year of high school passed quickly in these fantasies about my mother. In my second year, I was placed in the humanities class, and the girls in my class were always chattering, which gave me a deeper understanding of my mother's mature beauty. My masturbation became even more frequent. Because I was constantly thinking about my mother's health, my grades plummeted. The teacher invited my father to the school, hoping the parents would cooperate to find the reason for my declining grades, since I had a good chance of getting into a top university. When my father came back, he discussed it with my mother and didn't say anything to me, only instructing me to focus on my studies. I think they had no idea what I was thinking, but I deeply felt their concern and love. Especially my mother; I saw nothing but love in her eyes.

From then on, I tried hard to study, but I couldn't break the habit of masturbating at night because I loved my mother too much.

One night in the second semester of my junior year, my father was away on a business trip, and I was studying alone in my room. My mother was probably watching TV. After finishing my homework, I couldn't resist taking out my mother's picture and masturbating again. The picture was one I had taken of my mother at home not long ago. My mother was smiling in the picture, and I looked at her, hoping to see through her clothes, my hand moving rapidly inside my pants. Just then, my mother pushed the door open and came in. My desk was facing away from the door, so I didn't notice. I continued. But when I heard that familiar voice exclaim in surprise, "What are you doing?", I had already ejaculated, panting. I turned around and saw my mother's surprised and slightly angry expression. I was terrified and didn't know what to say. Of course, my mother knew what I was doing, but when she saw her photo on the table, her face turned bright red, all the way to her ears. Seeing me standing there dumbfounded, she said, "Go and clean yourself up." I practically ran to the bathroom, pulled out my penis, and wiped it clean, but I hadn't brought my underwear with me, so I had to wipe the thick semen off my underwear as well.

When I got back to my room, Mom was sitting on my bed. Seeing me come in, she beckoned me to sit next to her and gently asked, "Do you often do this?" I said, "Yes, Mom, please don't be angry with me, okay?" Mom smiled and said, "How could I? Mom knows you're growing up, but this kind of thing shouldn't be too frequent; it'll hurt your health." Seeing that Mom wasn't angry, my heart immediately relaxed. Mom asked again, "Why are you taking Mom's picture?" I answered shyly, "I love Mom so much, so I think about you every time." "Silly child, what are you thinking? I'm your mother. Besides, doing this all the time will affect your studies. Don't do it again, understand?" "Okay, I know." Then, Mom said those words that I still remember vividly: "My good child, you must study hard; Mom is counting on you. As long as you study hard, if you have any difficulties… Mom will help you solve them." Looking into Mom's eyes, I immediately understood what she meant. I said, "Mom, don't worry, I'll listen to you. Just wait for my good news." From then on, I really focused on my studies and stopped masturbating. I just took out my mom's picture to look at every night. Hard work pays off. At the end of the semester, I ranked third in the whole grade, and even my teacher was surprised by my progress. My whole family was even happier. My dad specially allowed me to drink alcohol, but he got drunk before I did.

(To be continued...)

My mom and I helped my dad to the bedroom to lie down. He kept saying, "Good son, well done!" My mom and I went back to the dining table, and I asked, "Mom, is Dad alright?" "Him? He always thinks he's still young, but he can't even outdrink his son." Actually, I was a little tipsy at that point, and without thinking, I asked, "Mom, I did well on the test this time, what's your prize?" My mom understood what I meant. She gave me a sidelong glance and said, "Go to your room." I suppressed my wildly beating heart and went back to my room. My mom followed me in and locked the door. She came to my side, made me lie down, and then gently pulled down my pants. My penis was already "offering its spear," and now that it was free from the constraints of my pants, it stood tall and straight. My mom looked at it for a while and said, "My son has really grown up. Close your eyes." I immediately obediently closed my eyes, and I could feel my mom's hand touching my penis. It felt so soft and comfortable. Next, Mom slowly began to masturbate me. Her technique wasn't very skilled, but it felt much better than when I did it myself. I started moaning and secretly opened my eyes to look at Mom. Her face was flushed, and she was looking at me lovingly. The thought that my mother was helping me masturbate excited me immensely. I ejaculated in no time. Because I wasn't prepared, I ejaculated everywhere. I looked at Mom a little embarrassed, and she scolded me, "You're still just a child." After saying that, she found a towel and wiped the semen off my body and the mat. She then helped me put on my pants and asked, "Was it comfortable?" "It felt so good, Mom! Will you help me again?" "As long as you study hard and make Mom proud, how could Mom not want her good son to feel good?" After saying that, she quickly kissed me on the cheek and left. I lay there, feeling completely relaxed and comfortable, not wanting to move at all, and fell asleep.

The next morning, Dad said while eating breakfast, "You did well on the exam this time. Since it's summer vacation anyway, let your mom take a few days off to take you on a trip. Next semester you'll be a senior in high school, and then you won't have time to rest." I glanced at Mom happily. She was looking at me too, and her face flushed; she immediately turned away. I think she and I were both thinking about what happened last night, and we were going on a trip together for several days!

We went to Qingdao, not with a tour group, but to make our own arrangements, which was more flexible. After getting off the plane, we checked into the Secret Garden Hotel, near the sea, in a beautiful setting. Since it was just the two of us, we only booked one standard room. We could see the sea from the window. It was my first time at the beach, and I was so excited that I didn't notice my mother's somewhat downcast expression. But at dinner, I noticed and asked, "Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" "No, maybe it's just from the flight." Although Mom said that, I knew it wasn't because of that. I realized my selfish behavior; how could I only think of my own happiness and forget about my mother?

I decided to correct my mistake through action. I chatted with my mom, making jokes and constantly putting her favorite dishes on her plate. Gradually, her mood improved, and I was naturally happy too.

After dinner, back in my room, my mom said she was going to take a shower and told me to watch TV first. When she finished showering, she came out and saw that I had moved the two single beds that were originally separate into one double bed. She asked me in surprise why, and I said, "I haven't slept with Mom for many years, so I'm going to sleep with Mom tonight." My mom laughed and said, "You're still so young! You're so old and you still want to sleep with Mom? Aren't you ashamed?" "Not ashamed at all! I'll always be Mom's little child, and little children should sleep with their mothers." "Okay then, but don't move around or have any bad thoughts." "Yes, I promise!"

After saying that, I ran to take a shower and crawled into bed wearing only my underwear. Although it was July, Qingdao wasn't hot at all, and the hotel had air conditioning, so I only needed a light blanket.

As soon as I lay down, I smelled my mother's fragrance—not the scent of soap, but a unique aroma I couldn't quite describe. I couldn't help but lean closer to her. She was wearing a one-piece bathrobe, made of silk, which felt very comfortable against her skin, but I wanted to be even closer to her skin; that would feel even better. I whispered, "Mom, can I hug you?" My mother was lying with her back to me. After a few seconds, she said, "Okay." I tentatively placed my left hand on her waist. It was so soft there. Although it didn't have the curves of a young girl's, the fullness of it felt wonderful. After a while, seeing that she didn't object, I moved my hand to her lower abdomen. There was even more flesh there, and I could feel a warm sensation even through the bathrobe. As I was touching her, Mom pressed my hand down and said, "Just leave it there, don't move." I obediently stopped moving, but I pressed my body against hers, my chest against her back, my already erect penis against her buttocks. Mom's buttocks were so full, and I shifted my body so that my penis was pressed against her buttocks cleft, because that was where I felt most comfortable.

I felt Mom's body trembling, and I asked, "Mom, are you cold?" "A little, just hold me tight and don't move, okay?" My right hand was uncomfortable under her body, so I simply reached under Mom's neck and hugged her. Mom seemed to groan a little, but didn't say anything. I hugged Mom very tightly, my penis pressed against her, enjoying it. Mom gradually stopped trembling, and her body slowly softened from its previous stiffness, letting me hold her tightly. Perhaps because she was too tired from the flight, we fell asleep like that, holding each other.

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The next morning, I woke up very early because I needed to pee. Opening my eyes, in the dim light, I saw my mother curled up in my arms, her face pressed against my bare chest, her right arm around my waist. This excited me greatly. Looking at my mother sleeping soundly, with her mature charm and a touch of girlish beauty, my heart was deeply moved, and my penis swelled up like iron.

I was afraid of waking my mother, but I was so impulsive that I gently moved my body and brought my mouth closer to her lips. When I was only about two centimeters away, my mother suddenly opened her eyes and tilted her head back. We stared at each other for several seconds. My mother laughed and said, "You little rascal, trying to ambush your mother?" I smiled sheepishly, but I wasn't giving up. I pleaded, "Mom, just let me kiss you, just once." My mother looked at me intently for a while, then closed her eyes. I knew this was tacit consent, so I imitated the way I'd seen kissing on TV, slowly bringing my mouth closer and gently kissing my mother's full lips. I just kissed my mother's lips like that. I didn't know what a real kiss was like; I was just imitating, so apart from the softness and slight fragrance, I didn't feel anything special. Just then, my mother's mouth slightly opened, and I mischievously stuck my tongue deep inside, wanting to startle her. Little did I know what it would be like once it was inside. My mother's mouth was wet and slippery. When my tongue touched hers, a slight electric shock came from the tip. Naturally, I wasn't going to let such pleasure pass me by, and my tongue kept entwining with hers. At first, my mother tried to dodge, but there was nowhere to hide. She was tightly wrapped and sucked by my tongue.

After a long, long time, my mother pushed me away, panting heavily, and said, "Are you trying to suffocate me?" I had tasted the sweetness and pleaded, "Mom, again! It's my first kiss, you have to let me enjoy it." My mother murmured, "First time, first kiss, first time." I kissed her again. This time I improved. I sucked my mother's fragrant tongue into my mouth and slowly savored it. My mother was also intoxicated by my gentle kiss.

After kissing for who knows how long, my tongue became a little numb, so I withdrew. My mother must have been exhausted long ago, as she was breathing softly beside me. A little while later, Mom sat up and said to me, "You little rascal, you've exhausted me! Even your dad doesn't kiss me for this long." I laughed and said, "Dad gets to kiss me every day, but this is a rare opportunity for me." Mom smiled and got up to wash up. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw me still lying in bed and said, "Get up, my lazy son." "No, I want Mom to pull me up," I said coquettishly. Mom reluctantly bent down to pull me up, and just then, I saw Mom's breasts through the neckline of her pajamas. I froze. They were so big, so white, and it seemed like she wasn't wearing a bra... Seeing my strange expression, Mom hesitated for a moment, then immediately realized what was wrong and turned around to sit on the edge of the bed. I muttered to myself, "So beautiful, so lovely."

I sat up, put my arm around my mother's shoulder, and said, "Mom, I want... I want to see." "No, we're mother and son, this won't do." "Then why did you help me that time?" "That was so you could focus on your studies. We've already gone wrong, we can't keep going wrong." "Mom's breasts are for me to breastfeed, aren't they? I even suckled on them when I was little. Besides, look at me..." I turned my mother around so she could see my erect penis.

My mother looked at my lower body and didn't say anything for a long time. I stared at her, pleading, "Mom, please, please." I saw my mother biting her lip, nodding slightly as if shaking her head. I couldn't bear this situation anymore, and I don't know where I got the courage, but I reached out and touched the shoulder strap of my mother's pajamas. Just as I pulled the right shoulder strap from her shoulder to her upper arm, my mother grabbed my hand and said, "Idiot, this won't do." Then she got up and went to the bathroom. I was utterly disappointed and collapsed onto the bed. But Mom quickly came out, her pajamas already off, which she held to her chest. I was incredibly excited and moved. So that's what Mom meant when she said it wouldn't work that way; I was so stupid.

Mom came over and sat on the edge of the bed, not saying a word, just looking at me. I was incredibly nervous, my hands trembling as I reached out. As I touched the pajamas, I also touched Mom's chest. At that moment, I saw Mom's eyes close. Her hand tightened only for a second, and the pajamas were pulled down.

At that moment, I saw the most beautiful sight of my life: a pair of full breasts, round and firm, slightly sagging but still throbbing. The brown areolas accentuated the round, lustrous nipples. Although I had never seen other women's breasts, I was certain these were the most beautiful in the world. Mom's hands seemed to have nowhere to go; she tried to cover her chest, but couldn't hide this beautiful sight. Her shy expression was absolutely captivating.

It took me a long time to finally pull my gaze away from those bulges. My mother was wearing white underwear, probably cotton, a very ordinary style, similar to my boxer shorts. The rest of her body was completely naked, her snow-white skin dazzlingly white. Because we were so close, I could almost see the pores on her skin. I looked at every part of my mother's body—breasts, shoulders, abdomen, thighs—it was overwhelming. I felt she had the most beautiful body in the world; I couldn't find any other words to describe it.

My mother, seeing my stunned expression, said coquettishly (to me, it sounded like coquettishness), "Haven't you seen enough?" "Not enough, not enough, I can never get enough of her beauty." "You're so cheeky." I looked up at my mother; she seemed unable to meet my gaze, her eyes darting away, looking elsewhere. She seemed to notice my increasingly erect penis and asked with concern, "Is it painfully swollen?" I cried out from the bottom of my heart, "Yes!" My mother said lovingly, "Poor thing." I hurriedly asked, "Mom, can you do it like last time?" My mother looked at me, let out a long sigh, and said, "I knew you'd take advantage of me. Let me put on my clothes." I wasn't about to let her go, so I grabbed her hand and pressed it onto my penis. She tried to struggle, but I held on, and she gave up after a while. She carefully helped me pull down my underwear and placed her hand on my burning hot penis. She seemed to have underestimated how hot it was, and pulled her hand back slightly, but immediately grabbed it again. Gently stroking it gave me the feeling of flying to the clouds again. I couldn't help but pull my mother closer, put my arm around her shoulder, and kiss her on the lips. My mother had just said, "Don't touch me like that," when her beautiful red lips were sealed by mine.

Because I was lying down, and my mother's left hand was masturbating me, when we kissed, she was practically on top of me. I pulled her close, and finally, her breasts touched my chest. At that moment, I almost suffocated; a softness I had never felt before spread rapidly throughout my body. I simply pulled my mother down onto me, making full contact with her chest.

I was sucking on my mother's fragrant tongue, with her full breasts pressed against me, the sensation so clear I could feel her nipples pressing against me, and my lower body being stimulated by her small hand. This three-pronged stimulation made me feel almost ecstatic. Soon, I reached my climax. Perhaps having learned from my previous experience, my mother knew I was about to ejaculate. She struggled to break free from my mouth, grabbed a piece of cloth-like material, and placed it on my penis, while her hand continued to stimulate me. I felt a tingling sensation in my lower body, and then a lot of fluid gushed out.

When I came to my senses from the intense stimulation of ejaculation, I saw my mother looking at me with those loving eyes again, but it seemed different than before. There was a slight change in that love, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Looking again, I realized that the cloth-like thing was actually my mother's pajamas. They were covered in thick semen, emitting a strong odor, and there was also a lot on my mother's hands.

Seeing that I was awake, my mother laughed and said, "Now look what you've done, making my pajamas so dirty..." I said apologetically, "Mom, I'm sorry, let me wash them for you." "Who said you had to wash them?" Looking at the way my mother spoke, I felt it was the same way she often spoke to my father, a kind of seductive air. Could it be...?i=13>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (IV) Mom went into the bathroom and put on some clothes—not her pajamas, of course, but something else. When she came out and saw me still lying naked on the bed, she quickly avoided my gaze and said, "My little darling, aren't you dressed yet?" Seeing her shyness, I didn't want to embarrass her any further. I quickly dressed and asked, "Mom, where are we going to play today?" Mom thought for a moment and said, "Let's go shopping in the morning and go swimming at the beach in the afternoon, okay?" "Yay!"

My mom and I went to the Qingdao People's Department Store. Since she hadn't brought a swimsuit, we needed to buy one. I suggested a bikini, but she disagreed, saying she was too old for a bikini and it would be embarrassing. I said she had such a great figure and it would be a shame not to wear one. As I said this, she looked at me shyly, while I smiled smugly. When we got to the counter, the saleswoman saw us buying bikinis and said, "Ma'am, you're so lucky to have such a filial son." My mom was too shy to speak, but I secretly noted down her swimsuit size.

After buying the swimsuit, my mom seemed to lose interest in shopping. I was eager to see her in a bikini, so I dragged her to grab a quick bite and then we went to the Second Beach, not far from our hotel. It wasn't crowded, but the seawater was relatively clean.

When I changed into my swimming trunks and came to the beach, under the bright sunshine, I saw a beautiful woman standing on the shore in a bikini. Her long hair was styled in a bun, which accentuated the length and graceful lines of her neck. Her full and curvaceous figure was even more alluring in the bikini. That was my mother.

Seeing me staring at her with that blank look, my mother knew I was up to something again, so she sat down to stop me from staring so unabashedly. I sat down beside her and said, "Mom, you're so beautiful." My mother didn't speak, gazing thoughtfully at the rolling waves. I didn't know what she was thinking; maybe she was thinking about my father, maybe… maybe she was thinking about the beautiful scenery of this morning, just like me.

I took my mother's hand and we walked towards the beach. My mother didn't say anything either, letting me hold her hand as we walked together towards the shore. We swam slowly. My mother had taught me to swim, but she seemed a little distracted. A wave hit, and she choked on water, her strokes becoming erratic. I quickly grabbed her. At seventeen, I was tall and strong. I held her waist, trying to keep her head above water, saying, "It's okay, Mom, it's okay," as we swam back. When we reached the shore, I helped her sit down. She leaned on my shoulder, seemingly exhausted, coughing up the seawater she'd swallowed. Looking at her face, red from the water, I felt a pang of heartache. I pulled her into my arms, letting her head rest on my chest, and patted her shoulder to comfort her. After a while, she recovered, suddenly realizing she was leaning on my chest. She quickly sat up, her face flushed, looking at me. Now I knew her blush wasn't from the water, but from being against her son's chest. I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. I said, "Mom, let's go back. It's so sunny today, I don't want you to get a tan." Mom smiled and agreed.

Because we changed our plans, we got back to the hotel around 2 PM, which was still a long time before dinner, and we didn't have enough time to go out again. So we just rested in the room. After Mom and I showered and changed, we sat in the room, not knowing what to say. To break the awkward silence, Mom suggested watching TV. When we turned it on, the hotel's closed-circuit television was showing an American blockbuster. A couple was having sex, and the scene wasn't explicit; it was filmed beautifully, but everyone knew it was sex. Mom was embarrassed to watch, but I had the remote control, and I watched intently, finding it beautiful.

It started raining heavily, and the sex scene on TV ended, followed by a gunfight and chase. I lost interest and turned to look at Mom. She had just showered, and her hair was wet and draped over her shoulders. Her rosy lips reminded me of our passionate encounter that morning. I jumped over and sat next to her, kissing her. Mom didn't flinch, letting me kiss her lips. But I used too much force, so much so that Mom couldn't sit up and was pushed onto the bed. This was unexpected, of course, but I reacted quickly and pressed my entire upper body against hers. Even through her clothes, I could still feel the protrusion of her breasts, which felt different from the morning.

I began exploring her mouth, and after several attempts, I finally caught her tongue and we began to intertwine and suckle. At first, Mom passively let me suckle, but slowly, she responded, her tongue skillfully touching my tongue and lips. This skillful kiss was naturally better than my recklessness, and for a moment we were both lost in the moment.

After what seemed like an eternity, I felt Mom's body getting warm, and I realized there were still many places on her body waiting for me to explore. So I started kissing Mom's face, then her neck, and Mom's breathing gradually became more heavy.

Because I had soiled her onesie, Mom was wearing another set of pajamas. When I eagerly lifted Mom's top, I discovered she was wearing a black bra. The contrast between her snow-white skin and black bra was indeed strikingly alluring. I reached out to lift the bra, but it was firmly in place; there were no clasps, leaving me at a loss. Knowing I was helpless, Mom pushed me away, took off her top, and reached behind her back. A few movements later, the bra sagged, and I realized the clasps were in the back. I quickly removed the bra for Mom and then pressed her back onto the bed.

I held her heaving breasts like precious treasures, gently squeezing them. Seeing no adverse reaction from Mom, I began to play with them. One hand couldn't hold her full breasts, so I simply used both hands to knead one breast at a time. Watching her breasts change shape in my hands was incredibly stimulating. Looking at her reddish-brown nipple, I couldn't resist kissing it. But when I took Mom's nipple into my mouth, she trembled. I began to suckle passionately, as if nursing. Mom stroked my head, and it felt like we were back seventeen years ago. The difference was that the mother's breasts were dry, while the son suckling at her breast was already an adult, with a hard penis.

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Under my rubbing and sucking, the mother's chest heaved more violently, and she made some humming sounds. When I released her breasts and moved down to kiss her, the mother held my head in place with her hand and said in a voice that sounded exhausted, "Good son, no, we can't go any further. We'll make a mistake." At that time, I didn't know what sex was like. I had only seen on TV a couple who were naked, the man on top of the woman, their buttocks moving constantly. I just felt my penis was very swollen, and I wanted to hold the mother's soft body tightly. I knew I wanted to have sex with the mother, but I didn't know how. So when I heard the mother say this, I froze. Then the mother said again, "Do you want to have sex with your mother like on TV?" I nodded vigorously. My mother sat up, took her pajamas and covered her chest, and slowly said, "Child, we are mother and son, we can't do that." "But, but Mom, you helped me masturbate and let me kiss your breasts, isn't that sex?" When my mother heard me say "masturbate," she blushed again, but she continued, "Yes, Mom shouldn't have done that. Last time I promised to reward you, and I was afraid you'd hurt yourself, so... But today I don't know what came over me... Anyway, we've already made a mistake, we can't go any further, otherwise it'll be... incest." I knew what incest meant, but hearing it from my mother was still very exciting, and I'd never thought there was anything wrong with incest. So without thinking, I said, "Mom, I love you so much, I like you so much, I want to be with you." My mother said angrily, "No, if you keep doing this, Mom won't talk to you anymore." I

felt like I'd been struck by lightning, all my passion vanished, and I slumped onto the bed, silent. After getting dressed, Mom saw how disappointed I was and felt a pang of guilt. She pulled my head to her chest and said, "My dear child, Mom loves you very much too. It's all my fault for making you so excited, and...sigh, we really can't do anything to betray your father." Hearing Mom say this, I was overcome with grief and burst into tears, sobbing, "Mom, do you know how much I love you? I really need you." My crying overwhelmed Mom, and she could only stroke my head, unable to say anything.

After crying for a while, I felt ashamed of myself. I looked up and saw that my mother's eyes were also full of tears. I wiped them away and asked, "Mom, do you love me?" "Yes, of course I love you. What mother doesn't love her son?" "Then do you love me more or Dad more?" My mother thought for a moment and said, "Of course I love you more. You're my own flesh and blood." "Then you love me, and I love you too. Why can't we be together?" "Good child, my love for you is different from my love for your father. You'll understand when you grow up." After saying this

, my mother got up and sat on the sofa. I knew there was no point in saying anything more, so I gave up. In the following days, although my mother and I explored all of Qingdao, there was a knot in our hearts, and we weren't very happy. About a week later, we went home. The summer vacation after my second year of high school passed quickly. My relationship with my mother seemed to have returned to normal, but I knew I could never forget that first day in Qingdao. I wonder if my mother felt the same way.

School started, and the workload was overwhelming. I studied mechanically, doing homework and reviewing every day. I became increasingly quiet and withdrawn at home. My dad thought I was becoming more sensible, but my mom could tell I was somewhat distracted.

Soon, National Day arrived, and the school, being lenient, gave us senior students a day off. I remember it was October 1st. My dad had an event at work, so it was just my mom and me at home. I locked myself in my room. I never used to lock my door, but things changed after returning from Qingdao.

After lunch, I went back to my room, unable to concentrate on studying, just lying on my bed randomly flipping through books. Just then, my mom knocked on the door and said, "It's Mom, open the door." I opened the door and went back to bed. My mother came over and said to me, "Child, is there anything you want to tell me?" I said defiantly, "I already said it in Qingdao." "Don't you think that's cruel to me? Do you think it makes me feel better? How do you think I feel seeing you like this?" These three questions stunned me, and even made my mother cry. Seeing her tears, I panicked. I quickly pulled her to sit down on the bed, wiped her tears, and said, "Mom, I know it's my fault, but I really can't concentrate on my studies right now; my mind is so chaotic." My mother looked at me with her red, tear-filled eyes, looking deeply into my eyes, and said, "It's all my fault; I set a bad precedent for you." I hurriedly said, "No, it's my fault. I'm always overthinking, and you have to worry about me." Hearing this, my mother was moved and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back just as tightly, and the misunderstanding between us vanished. As I savored the scent of my mother's hair, she said in a soft voice, "If you still want, I can let you… but I have two conditions." I was surprised, but still pretended to be calm and said, "Go ahead, Mom." "First, you must study hard; that's your biggest task right now. Second, we can't really make love. I can let you kiss me and help you with my hands, but we can't have anything else, okay?" I looked at my mother's eyes, which seemed to be glistening with tears again, and said, "No, Mom, I don't want to put you in a difficult position." "Silly child, how could I put you in a difficult position? Don't worry, I've already decided. Just don't let your father know." What could I say at that moment? I closed my eyes and wanted to kiss my mother.

Perhaps because of what she had just said, or perhaps because it had been more than two months since I had kissed my mother, this time it was especially blissful, and my mother was even more cooperative than when we were in Qingdao. Of course, my lower body began to get incredibly hard again. My mother felt it too. She pushed me away, unbuttoned her shirt, and even helped me take off my pants. Just like last time, I rubbed my mother's breasts until she helped me masturbate until I ejaculated. This time I ejaculated a lot, and it felt very good. My mother carefully cleaned me up before getting dressed.

From then on, to avoid disappointing my mother, I focused on my studies again, and my mother would help me masturbate about once a week, sometimes twice, depending on whether there was an opportunity, because we had to hide from my father. Sometimes, if there wasn't enough time, my mother wouldn't take off her clothes, but would let me touch her through her clothes or through them. As the weather got colder, we mostly did it through our clothes. My mother and I developed a tacit understanding. When I really wanted it, I would whisper to her while serving her food before dinner, "Mom, I miss you." And when my father said he had to go out that night, we would quickly exchange glances, and after he left, my mother would come to my room. All the intimate acts took place in my room. I had asked to do it in the living room or my mother's room, but I was never allowed to.

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New Year's Day passed in the blink of an eye. In another formal mock exam, I did well again. Plus, it was my mother's 43rd birthday at the end of January, so the whole family was very happy. Unfortunately, my father had to go to Shanghai on a business trip and wouldn't be back until before the Spring Festival, so he wouldn't be home for my mother's birthday. Before leaving, my father told me to give my mother a good birthday celebration. I thought to myself: I'll shoot a lot of

flowers in my mother's hands; I wonder if that counts as a birthday present. Even so, I still prepared a gift for my mother—a cashmere scarf, quite expensive, which I bought with my saved allowance. On my mother's birthday night, we cooked several dishes and opened a bottle of red wine. When I took out the gift, my mother was overjoyed. I wrapped the red scarf around her neck, and with the wine and the scarf's effect, my mother looked absolutely beautiful.

Soon, the bottle of red wine was finished, and my mother was a little weak. I helped her to sit on the sofa and cleaned up the leftovers myself. When I came back, my mother was slumped on the sofa; I didn't know if she had fallen asleep. I had no choice but to carry her to her bed. Looking at my mother's slumbering, begonia-like face, I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust and began to undress her. My mother was limp all over, and it took me a lot of effort to remove her top. I fondled her breasts for a while, but my attention quickly shifted to her lower body. Although I'd had so many intimate encounters with my mother, I'd only ever seen her in her underwear. I couldn't let this opportunity slip by.

I carefully removed her outer pants and long underwear, leaving only her underwear. My mother's full thighs were laid out before me, and I stroked them up and down before finally deciding to pull down her underwear. As the last piece of my mother's body was removed, the body of a middle-aged woman was finally fully revealed before me. Her upper body had the full breasts I knew all too well and could never get enough of looking at; her lower body had sparse pubic hair, neatly arranged in an inverted triangle, quite different from the hair on my body. I parted my mother's thighs, and between her legs, I saw a brown slit. I knew that was a woman's vulva; that's where I came into this world.

I studied my mother's genitals, comparing them to the descriptions in books I remembered, and found the labia majora and minora, the clitoris. I even took a deep breath of the scent of my mother's vulva. So fragrant!

During this process, my mother only groaned a few times; I knew she was intoxicated. A wicked thought surged into my mind. My mother didn't want me to have sex with her, so why not take this opportunity…

Without further ado, I quickly stripped off my clothes, pulled back the covers, and covered both of us under the covers. I rushed to press my body against hers. This made me understand what love truly meant. I lay on top of my mother, kissing and caressing her for a while, until my penis was so engorged I couldn't stand it anymore, and then I began my assault. This movement made me realize it wasn't simple. My mother was drowsy and motionless, and I couldn't find the right spot. I tried several times but couldn't get it right, and I was sweating profusely with frustration.i=15>My mother moved her hand slightly, seemingly guiding my penis. I immediately found the right spot, and with a thrust, my penis entered a wonderfully pleasurable place. It was wet and tightly enveloping me, tighter than during masturbation, but the feeling was even more intoxicating. I began to move involuntarily, my movements gradually becoming more practiced as I discovered the most comfortable way to move. Then I glanced at my mother and saw her biting her lip, her brow furrowed, as if she was enduring something. I realized then that my mother was awake, and that her earlier movement had been intentional. Excitedly, I kissed her. But when I touched her lips, her furrowed brow relaxed, and her tongue began to passionately intertwine with mine, more passionate than ever before, and a moan escaped her throat. So, my mother had been holding back her moans all along.

With each vigorous thrust, my mother's panting and moans grew stronger, and I felt the urge to ejaculate several times. Fortunately, after so many masturbations, I had gained experience in controlling ejaculation, and I managed to suppress the urge each time.

I don't know how many times I thrust, but my mother's genitals were soaking wet.

Suddenly, my mother hugged me tightly, her vagina contracting violently several times. She seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and went limp again. I didn't know what was happening, and continued thrusting deeply. Finally, I couldn't hold back the urge to explode any longer, and a stream of semen shot deep into my mother's vagina like a bullet.

Exhausted, I lay on top of my mother, panting, while she lay limply as well. After a long, long time, I noticed my mother had opened her eyes and was looking at me. There was something complex in her eyes that made me uneasy. I asked softly, "Mom, are you angry?" "Angry about what?" "Angry that I took advantage of you while you were drunk, and..." Mom smiled and said, "I know you little rascal won't give up until you get Mom, but if I were really drunk, could you even get in?"

I knew Mom was referring to the time she helped me penetrate, and I said shyly, "That was my first time." Mom looked at the ceiling and said, "You gave your first time to Mom." "I'm so happy I gave it to Mom." "Mom's happy too."

At that moment, Mom and I both felt that the place where we wanted to touch was very wet and cold. When we separated, we saw that our lower bodies were almost completely soaked. There was a large wet patch on the sheets, and our bodily fluids mixed together, making our pubic hair stick together in clumps. And my once proud penis was now limp and hanging between my legs.

I saw my mother looking at my penis, as if mocking me, so I quickly changed the subject, saying, "Let's go take a shower." My mother didn't say much and just told me to go first. (

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I went to the bathroom and started showering. After a while, my mother came in. She was also naked and stood under the showerhead, showering with me. As my mother washed her hair, I saw the white foam sliding down her head, from her breasts to her genitals. This strange stimulation made me hard again. I slowly moved closer to my mother, and she noticed me. She rinsed the foam off her hair and opened her eyes to look at me. I was once again intoxicated by her loving gaze.

I cautiously asked, "Mom, didn't you used to forbid me from…" My mother smiled and said, "This was unexpected, too. I was a little drowsy just now. You carried me to the bed, and when I woke up, you were thrusting around wildly. You made me feel itchy, and I really couldn't bear to disappoint you, so…" I excitedly hugged my mother and began to kiss her passionately. Before long, we were both incredibly excited. After drying ourselves off, we somehow ended up back on the bed. This time, while not quite as smooth, it was much better than before. I thrust for a full half hour, during which time my mother trembled twice. Finally, I ejaculated deep into her womb. The continuous battle left both of us exhausted. That night, I held my mother and slept soundly. The next morning

, when I woke up, my mother was already up, sitting at her dressing table combing her hair. She was wearing the same nightgown I had smeared with semen in Qingdao. I got excited again, jumped up, and grabbed my mother to kiss her, but she stopped me, saying, "Honey, don't do this. Although we... we can't continue like this without restraint. After all, I'm your mother, and I know you're young, and once you experience this, you're easily tempted to indulge. If your father finds out, it'll be all over. So, Mom has a few conditions to discuss with you." I knew my mother was right, so I let her continue. "We'll still do what we always have. As long as you study hard, Mom will give you what you want. But you can't be too explicit, okay?" Hearing that I could still have sex with Mom, I obediently said, "Mom, whatever you say."

Mom smiled and said, "Good girl, go wash your face and brush your teeth." But I was still hard, so I held onto Mom and said, "Mom, I want it, Dad's not here anyway." Mom flicked my forehead and said, "I knew you'd do that." Before she finished speaking, I had already picked her up and put her on the bed.

My hands roamed over Mom's body, arousing her desire as well. Her two round, large breasts began to swell and harden under my touch, and her legs began to loosen. I helped Mom take off her nightgown, and while the iron was hot, I spread her thighs apart and intentionally probed her vagina with my hand, thrusting in and out shallowly.

Gradually, Mom became very wet down there. She grasped my thick penis and tried to insert it into her vagina. I pressed Mom down beneath me, and my penis began to thrust rapidly, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, left and right. The extreme pleasure made Mom incredibly happy, and she began to moan loudly. Mom had completely forgotten about moral boundaries; she eagerly enjoyed this rare pleasure, her body responding to each of my thrusts.

I kissed Mom, savoring her fragrance, and in the midst of the intense movements, I ejaculated again. Mom, immersed in unparalleled joy, nestled limply against my chest.

For the next few days, I slept in Mom's bed. Mom cooked delicious meals every day and came home early from work to be with me. I can't remember how many times we did it, but my technique improved greatly, and I finally understood that Mom's unusual trembling was a sign of orgasm. I discovered that Mom orgasmed every time, sometimes even twice, and the bond between mother and son reached a new height.

A few days later, Dad came back, and my "honeymoon" with Mom was over. I became a good boy again, focusing on my studies every day, but every night when Mom brought me milk, she would kiss me for a while and let me touch her body. Although it was just a brief, superficial pleasure, it motivated me to study.

Since having real sex with Mom, I started paying attention to Dad and Mom's sex life. They did it about once a week, often on weekends. Mom didn't moan much during sex; at least I couldn't hear a sound outside the door. I only knew that Mom would go to the bathroom to wash up shortly after they went to bed, so they must have already done it. This puzzled me. Mom would moan when she was with me, sometimes quite loudly. Did she and Dad have a bad sex life?

During the Lunar New Year, many relatives and guests visited, and Mom and I couldn't find a chance to be intimate, which made me feel very frustrated. Finally, on the night of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, after I went to bed, I heard Mom go to the bathroom. Knowing that she must have just finished with Dad, I quietly got up and went into the bathroom.

My mother, wearing pajamas, was wiping herself down with a towel. Seeing me come in, she smiled shyly and continued washing. I went over, took the towel, and helped her. My mother didn't say anything, but I gradually realized my goal wasn't to wipe her, but to make her even wetter. Her legs started to tremble, and I finally couldn't resist hugging her.

My mother said, "Hurry up." I immediately carried her to the sink, pulled down my pants, and thrust into her. Because she was already wet, it went in easily. I thrust hard, and my mother held me, desperately trying not to make a sound. But because I thrust so fast and deep, she couldn't help but moan. Soon, she reached orgasm, and I, because of the new position and forbidden pleasure, also ejaculated. My mother and I quickly tidied up and went back to our rooms. My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down the next morning when nothing seemed amiss.

Later, I kissed my mother again, asking why she moaned when she was with me but not with my father. She shyly replied, "You're so young, and so thick and hard, it's because I feel good that I moan." Seeing her shy expression, I realized I had surpassed my father sexually. For my mother's sexual happiness, I secretly vowed to study hard and, more importantly, to make love to her properly.

(VIII)

Soon, the second semester of my senior year began. Because I had a real physical relationship with my mother, my sexual desires were released, and I felt it would be a disservice to her if I didn't study hard, so I studied very diligently. Of course, when I returned home, my mother would always reward me. We seized every opportunity to make love, although each time was very short and rushed—almost as soon as we took off our clothes and immediately put them back on—but I still felt very comfortable, especially my mother, who became increasingly uninhibited, moaning loudly whenever we made love, and almost always reaching orgasm.

Humans are not easily satisfied; desire seems like a bottomless pit. I gradually became dissatisfied with just making love with my mother; I wanted to sleep with her, to be together all night. But I never had the chance. Things changed only during the college entrance exam.

July was scorching hot. Because my home was far from the exam venue, my family decided to book a room in a hotel near the venue so I could rest well during the exam period. We booked a standard room, and my father decided that my mother would stay with me at the hotel every night to take care of me. Of course, he didn't know about my relationship with my mother, nor did he know what my mother's "needs" were that she cared about most.

On July 6th, our family had dinner together. My father took my mother and me to a hotel, told me to rest well and focus on my exams, and asked my mother to take good care of me before he went back.

I didn't actually feel much pressure about the college entrance exam because I knew I would get into a top university, and I had taken so many exams that I was numb to it. But I couldn't miss the opportunity to be alone with my mother. As soon as my mother left, I hugged her, and her face turned red again. Although we had done it so many times, Yuexu and I were still mother and son, and she would always blush when I hugged and kissed her. My mother whispered, "You have an exam tomorrow, you need to rest well today." I kissed her and said, "Being with Mom is the best rest."

I quickly took off my clothes and stripped my mother naked. Since we had plenty of time, I decided to flirt with my mother. I placed my mother on the bed, and after a series of kisses and caresses, my mouth moved to her genitals. Knowing what I was about to do, she hurriedly said, "No, you can't kiss there." But I had already begun. I gently sucked on her labia, occasionally lightly biting her bright red clitoris.

With my sucking and licking, my mother gradually became aroused. Her thighs slowly clamped around my head, her skin gently undulating with my movements, and she murmured, "Mom can't take it anymore, good boy, Mom can't take it."

Since it was my first time giving my mother oral sex, this unusual stimulation quickly brought her to orgasm. A torrent of fluid gushed from deep within her vagina, which I swallowed, leaving her genitals soaking wet.

My mother panted for a long time, then slowly said, "Mom's almost dead from you, come on, Mom'll let you have your fill tonight." She then wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me onto her. I couldn't hold back any longer, and thrust my erect penis into her vagina. My mother obediently spread her legs, exposing her vulva, making it easier for me to penetrate her. I was already experienced with this, so I guided my penis, aligning the head of my penis with her vagina, and gently inserted it. Although my mother was already soaking wet, she still let out a soft moan as my large penis entered. The warm, comfortable sensation of my penis being tightly held in her narrow opening excited me so much that I thrust my entire penis into her warm, tight vagina.

I began to thrust gently and slowly, but this thrusting gradually became rougher and more unrestrained. As my thrusting speed increased, the soft moans my mother initially made gradually turned into joyful groans.

After about a thousand thrusts, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated. My mother, weakened by her second orgasm, let me press down on her. After a while, my mother pushed me away. I thought she was going to the bathroom to wash up, but instead, she rolled over and took my penis into her mouth. This was the first time my mother had let my penis into her mouth, and it was covered in my semen and her own bodily fluids. My mother gently licked me, and her tenderness made my penis, which had just ejaculated, feel extremely comfortable. Soon, I became erect again. My mother glanced up at me and continued her actions.

I could tell this was my mother's first time giving oral sex to a man, and she wasn't very skilled, at least not like what I'd seen in porn. She just held my penis in her mouth, carefully licking the glans, as if afraid of hurting me. But the stimulation was too much for me to bear, and I impulsively pushed my mother down again. Another passionate encounter ensued.

Because of tomorrow's exam, my mother only did it twice and wouldn't let me do it again, so I could only hold her and fall asleep.

The next morning, my mother woke me up, and we took a shower together. In the bathroom, my mother gave me oral sex for a while, which excited me so much that I had sex with her in the bathtub. After cleaning up, my father arrived. My mother and I resumed our mother-son relationship. After breakfast, I went to the exam hall.

The next two and a half days passed smoothly, and my sex life with my mother also went well. Having learned oral sex, we had another way to have fun. I even asked my mom to give me oral sex like in porn movies. My mom tried her best to satisfy me, making me feel incredibly comfortable every night. How could my exams not go well?

Unfortunately, the college entrance exam only lasted two and a half days. After the last exam, we went home. My dad told my classmates to relax, but I kept thinking about my mom's body and felt that everything else was meaningless. Having tasted the forbidden fruit, I naturally became addicted to it, especially since the person I shared it with was my beautiful and lovely mom.

(IX)

After the college entrance exam, it felt like everything in the world had been done. I had nothing to do all day. It was supposed to be relaxing, but it was even more uncomfortable than having something to do. My mind was no longer on studying, and all that was left was my mom. Since I started giving my mom oral sex, I became addicted to this method, and my mom seemed to like it too. In the next few times we made love, we would give each other oral sex for a while first, getting very excited before penetration. This made the orgasm even more intense, and we really enjoyed it.

Dad had suggested that Mom and I go out, but Mom was too busy with work and couldn't get away, so we had to cancel. Mom even apologized to me, promising to give me oral sex until I ejaculated. It wasn't necessary; why would I force her when she was in a difficult situation?

This summer was especially hot, and everyone in the family wore very little clothing at home. Every time I saw Mom's body wrapped in thin clothes, I got incredibly excited, but there was no way I could have the chance—it was too rare. Although every time I had an affair with Mom, it was very enjoyable, but it wasn't something that happened often.

One evening, Mom was working overtime at her office. Dad and I had finished dinner when it started pouring rain. Mom didn't have an umbrella, so Dad asked me to bring her one. When I finally arrived at Mom's office, I opened the door and saw her working at her desk. She was alone in the office. When she looked up and saw me, I was soaking wet. Although I had an umbrella, the rain was too heavy and the wind was strong, so my clothes were almost completely soaked.

Seeing me like this, Mom knew I'd come to bring rain gear. She quickly ran over, pulled me into the room, closed the door, and, ignoring my soaking wet clothes, hugged me tightly, saying, "Good boy, Mom knew you were good. Come on, take off your wet clothes, don't catch a cold." She helped me take off my wet shirt. I'm already an eighteen-year-old young man, and my well-defined muscles still stunned Mom, who had seen them countless times. I watched her stare at my chest muscles, her fingers wiping the raindrops off my body, as if she were wiping her lover. I couldn't help but pull Mom into my arms. Mom leaned softly against me, her familiar scent filling my nostrils. I immediately became erect. Mom noticed and said, "Son, it's been a long time since you've done it with Mom, hasn't it? Come on, Mom will satisfy your craving today."

After saying that, she squatted down, pulled down my pants, and I felt my penis enter that wet, soft place again. With my mother sucking, I felt an intense, painful swelling down there, so I held her head and started thrusting, as if I were penetrating her vagina. Soon after, I ejaculated into my mother's mouth. Strangely, this time my mother didn't spit out my semen as usual; instead, she swallowed it all. I helped my mother up, and just as I was about to ask, she smiled and said, "Good boy, I love your stuff. I was shy before, but I really love it when you ejaculate inside me, whether it's in my mouth or..."

Seeing my mother's joyful and satisfied smile, my penis felt like it was on fire again. I suddenly picked my mother up and placed her on the desk. My mother knew what I meant and cooperated by lifting her skirt and taking off her underwear. I reached out and touched her; her area was completely wet, and her body trembled with the movement of my fingers. I held my hard, iron-like penis and slowly inserted it into my mother's body, beginning to slowly thrust in and out.

I kissed my mother's cheeks and neck so I could reach in and caress her breasts, whispering in her ear, "Mom, I love you. I'm going to make you orgasm. Mom, are you comfortable?" My mother's breathing was rapid, and she gasped, "Okay, okay, good son, make Mom orgasm."

This time, I thrust for a long time, making my mother orgasm almost three times. After I ejaculated again, my mother didn't even have the strength to sit up. She could only lean against me, and it took her a long time to recover. I lifted my mother off the table and saw that there was a wet patch on the table. I didn't know if it was mine or hers. My mother and I cleaned up for a while. Then we sat on the sofa in the office, caressing each other and chatting until the rain subsided before going home.

From then on, my mother and I found this new place. On weekends, my mother often said she had to work overtime, and I would use the excuse of meeting up with classmates to meet her in her office. The desk, the sofa, the filing cabinet—all were good places for us to make love. Dad never suspected anything, and Mom's colleagues all seemed lazy and never bothered us. That summer, Mom and I spent a very happy time together.

But good times are always short-lived. I was accepted into a prestigious university and was going to study in another city. The weekend before I left, Mom and I spent the whole day passionately entwined in her office. Finally, I completed my high school career amidst Mom's reward. But I know that Mom's reward will never end, just as Mom's love for me will never cease.

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