【My Pleasant Incestuous History】(Complete) 【Author: Unknown】

[Author: Unknown]
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I never thought this would happen, but it did,
and it immensely. Perhaps because my family was quite traditional, the adults were extremely conservative in their handling of relationships between men and women.
My family was small. My dad was a civil servant, with low pay and little work, and lived close to home. My mom was a housekeeper, and in her spare time, she would go to a nearby
garment factory to collect some semi-finished products to trim loose threads, earning her a piecework rate. So, I didn't have much time to play as a child; I
had to help trim threads at home to supplement the family income. Therefore, our family wasn't wealthy, but we weren't starving either
.
I was the second oldest, with an older sister and a younger sister. My mom said she originally wanted to have another child, a
boy , but after ten months of pregnancy, a girl appeared. Well, since she was already born, she couldn't just
put her back, so she raised her with some care and some care. As a result, my younger sister was somewhat neglected from a young age and wasn't taken care of very well
. Even now, she still feels a bit resentful. When she was about to graduate from junior high school, she still looked like an elementary school girl.
Back then, Mom was very worried about how things would go on, how she'd ever get married. But it turned out
Mom's worries were unfounded. My younger sister's progress in her first year of nursing school was phenomenal. I'm not talking about her grades, but rather her face
became more delicate, her figure became more womanly—at least her curves were more defined—and her skin became smooth and delicate, unlike the dry, dark skin she had
as a child . I don't know if it was my doing; when I asked her, she just laughed at me—but that's
another story. The only downside was that she was still so short, supposedly 150 centimeters, but everyone knew that
150 was just a rounded-up number…
As for my older sister, I feel guilty when I talk about her. Many things aren't absolutely right or wrong; perhaps
with the passage of time, right and wrong change. Unlike my younger sister, my
older but in a stark contrast to her. My older sister is about my height, close to 170
cm (I seem quite short in comparison), of average build and appearance, not as pretty as my younger sister.
What's special about her is her beautiful buttocks, round and perky. I don't know what people's aesthetic standards are for buttocks,
but I find them very attractive. Heaven was fair to both my sister and younger sister, showing no favoritism. As
for me, I'm neither tall nor handsome, of average talent, clumsy with words, and have no outstanding qualities. But God
has been quite kind to me. Well, that's a story for another time. In
the first chapter of my childhood,
I don't know what it means for a boy to be precocious or late-blooming, but
when I was in elementary school or in the lower grades, I was very interested in the opposite sex's body. It was just curiosity, without any lustful thoughts or excitement.
At that time, there were only two bedrooms in our house. One was my parents' large bedroom, where my younger sister slept with them.
The other small bedroom was for my older sister and me. Perhaps my parents thought we were still young and there shouldn't be any problems,
so they let my sister and I sleep together. Later I realized that I (probably in third grade, my sister was
three years ) wasn't a little kid anymore, and she was even more grown up.
Nowadays, people probably don't sew their own underwear! They all buy ready-made, boys and girls alike,
Wacoal , Elastane… But when I was little, everything at home was "homemade." My mom had a sewing machine, not the
electric kind we have now, but a foot-operated one, nothing fancy, just a very simple design. From large items like windows and tablecloths to small items like handkerchiefs and underwear, everything
in the house was made by my mom's skillful hands. Since it was homemade, it was inevitably
simple and rudimentary, nothing luxurious, just functional.
There's not much to say about the curtains and tablecloths, but the underwear was a different story. Thinking about it now, it's quite funny
. The underwear didn't have an elastic waistband, it was loose and baggy, with a strap used as an elastic band for the waistband. So
taking off the pants was easy; just pull the strap, and the pants would fall down. It was very simple, but it made things convenient for me,
whether it was taking off my own or theirs...
That's how my incestuous history began, with the bedroom being too small and loose underwear. At first, it was
curiosity , curiosity about the opposite sex's body. I don't remember when I started to realize that my
sister, who slept with me every night, could satisfy my curiosity, especially in the summer. Because in summer we wear very little clothing, and with
the breeze from the fan (we couldn't afford an air conditioner), I noticed that my sister's loose underwear would sway in the wind. I discovered this
one night when I went to the bathroom in the middle of the night and returned to bed.
In the dim light, my sister's genitals were vaguely visible. I knelt down beside my sister's thighs and looked for a long time,
not daring to touch her, just watching. I watched until I felt sleepy, and then I lay back down to continue sleeping.
This was the first time I saw my sister's genitals, and nothing happened. Actually, saying it was the first time isn't quite right, because I always bathed with my sister when I
was very young , but at the time I didn't feel anything and had no
memory of it. From then on, I would often deliberately stay awake at night, waiting
until her genitals and peeking. Unexpectedly, I became addicted to it, and going to bed became the most anticipated
part of my day. Perhaps some of my later perverse incestuous behaviors developed during this period. I watched every day, but
never actually did anything. I don't know how long I watched, but gradually the weather got colder, because winter arrived.
Of course, winter isn't a big deal, but the problem was that we had to wear more and more clothes. My sister, who used
to sleep in skirts (we were poor, and she didn't have the habit of wearing pajamas; whatever she wore during the day, she wore
to bed), started wearing long pants.
This was terrible, because I could no longer peek, yet I was addicted. Of course, not looking wouldn't
kill me , but I would crave it and have trouble sleeping. A few days later, I couldn't resist anymore; I really wanted to see my sister's
genitals. So I decided to take action. I pulled down my sister's pants,
thinking that I could see again. On the surface, this decision seemed like just to satisfy my curiosity, but it was the
beginning .
That night, after my sister fell asleep, I began my operation. Most of the pants we kids wore were
made by my mother, but these had elastic waistbands, and since they were worn on the outside, they couldn't be too shabby. The elastic waistbands made them a bit
harder to pull down, but I still carefully and very slowly pulled down my sister's pants.
After pulling them down (to her thighs), I discovered she was wearing underwear. My sister's legs were closed (
because of the elastic waistband), and there was no fan blowing on them anymore. What to do? I had no choice but to go all the way and take
off her underwear as well. This underwear was much easier to take off; I pulled the strap, and it all came off, and then it was easy to pull it down...
The only parts that were easy to pull down were her buttocks.
But you still couldn't see much because her legs were still closed. I didn't dare pull them down any further,
because to open her legs I'd have to take her pants off completely, which I didn't dare do. But this
was good enough, because I hadn't seen her genitals for many days. Even though only a tiny bit of her cleft was showing
, I was satisfied.
This time I didn't just look; since I was already willing to take them off, I might as well touch them. So I gently touched
her genitals, and then slowly covered the clitoris with my palm and gently touched it. Soft, delicate, and
warm . I didn't feel anything at the time, I just knew I touched it. Actually, I wasn't
sure why I touched it; I just wanted to touch it, but after touching it, I didn't feel anything.
I was only in third grade then, so of course I didn't feel anything, because I didn't even have the most basic urges
or sexual desires; it was just out of curiosity. Since then, I've rarely taken off my sister's pants, because
once I finally managed to take them off, I didn't know what to do. Aside from touching it, there didn't seem to be much to touch.
Then I had to go through the trouble of helping my sister put her pants back on, and after all that time, I still didn't know what I was doing.
Winter passed quickly like that; my curiosity hadn't disappeared, but I just didn't want the hassle. I
didn't know if my sister knew I was secretly taking off her pants, but I figured she probably didn't, since she hadn't
suddenly woken up.
Not long after the Lunar New Year, something finally happened. One night, Mom said my sister
would sleep , and Mom would sleep with me instead. I was shocked. I wondered if my sister already knew I was going to take off her pants
and told Mom, which was why Mom wouldn't let me continue sleeping with her.
But Mom didn't say anything, and of course, I didn't dare ask. I just found it strange; if my sister had told Mom,
why wasn't Dad sleeping with me, but Mom?
So, I started sleeping with Mom. During this time, I learned my lesson and, no matter how curious or bold I was, I
never dared to take off Mom's pants. Two years passed peacefully like this. But people always grow up, and then they get
led astray by their classmates at school. As the weather got hotter, people wore less and less clothing, and then some accidents happened.
Chapter Two: Mom's Body.
Summer finally arrived, and this summer was no different from previous years—just as hot,
uncontrollably .
Yes, things finally got out of control.
I think Mom still thought I was just a child at this point, and she probably thought I would never do anything to
my mother! I was in sixth grade by then. Of course, getting older had nothing to do with becoming evil
, but at school, some classmates could get their hands on some small books (now called adult books). We passed them around
, sometimes we would tear a book apart page by page and take turns reading it. After reading the first page, we would start looking for
the second page. And so on. Some people just didn't care about the order; they would just read whichever page they got and then
connect the plot in their minds. Adult books back then were much better than they are now; they had plots, unlike the adult books
now have no plot and the male and female protagonists just have sex from beginning to end.
It was around this time that my penis started to get erections, and I could also masturbate, but I
don't . I don't think this counts as precocious; many of my classmates are like me. But Mom still treats
me like a child, unaware that this "child" is already quite wicked and lewd.
Sleeping with Mom every day always makes me feel itchy inside. Sometimes, lying in bed, I'd imagine
having sex with a certain girl (usually a TV or movie star) and start masturbating. But that wasn't enough,
because I was afraid of waking Mom, so sometimes I'd just go to the bathroom to masturbate and then come back to sleep.
Gradually, I don't know how, the woman I fantasized about having sex with while masturbating started to be Mom's face
—I was fantasizing about having sex with Mom. Looking back now, it seems unbelievable, but back then it didn't seem like anything
, it felt natural, without any guilt (I still don't feel that way now; I think I'm probably quite perverted). And the frequency of these fantasies
increased until finally, I only fantasized about having sex with Mom.
Every night, I'd lie next to Mom like this, masturbating and fantasizing, but I never had any other thoughts. But
as the days went by, I started wanting to do some things, at least I wanted to see Mom's body.
One night, I decided to see if Mom could also be seen by my genitals like my sister. I pretended to be asleep as soon as I
got , and soon after, Mom got into bed too. I don't know how much time passed, but I figured Mom must be fast asleep. So I
rolled over dramatically, deliberately touching Mom to observe her reaction.
Mom didn't move at all; I thought she was sound asleep. I adjusted the angle of the fan and my own
line of sight, and waited. The wind blew Mom's skirt open, revealing her thighs and underwear
, but I couldn't see anything else because her legs weren't spread wide.
I didn't dare move her legs, so I just waited quietly to see if she would change position. After waiting a long time
, she finally moved, turning over to her side, and now I couldn't see anything. I was so tired of waiting that I fell asleep.
The next night, I got to see what was happening, and it didn't take long. Mom got into bed lying wide-legged, until
she was fast asleep . The wind blew like a fan, opening her underwear, and I saw Mom's genitals. Because I could only
peek in from the side, all I saw was a dark patch of hair. But that was enough to excite me, since
my older sister's genitals were hairless before.
From then on, my nightly routine was to peek at my mother's genitals, just like I always did when I peeked at my sister's.
Until one day, things were a little different.
That day, as usual, I pretended to be asleep, but my mother went to bed very late. I waited a long time, almost falling asleep myself
. Finally, my mother got into bed, lay down, and pulled a thin blanket over herself. I felt a little strange, so after she
fell asleep , I got up and looked at her. I didn't understand why she was covered by the blanket today.
But I still waited to see if she would kick it off. Luckily, perhaps because the weather was really too hot,
she kicked off the blanket soon after, spreading her legs quite wide. I was stunned. My mother wasn't wearing underwear.
Her entire genitals were completely exposed before me.
My heart started racing, and my mind went blank. I stared intently for a long time, because this time
I saw not only pubic hair, but also things I hadn't seen before. Her labia majora and minora, I could almost see her anus. I
looked very closely because it was a rare opportunity; Mom doesn't go without underwear every day.
As I looked, I couldn't resist reaching out and touching her thigh, but she didn't react. So I zoomed in.
I boldly continued to touch my mother's genitals, lingering there. I kept stroking that area, feeling incredibly
excited ; my penis even got hard.
Chapter 3: First Contact
From then on, whenever no one was home, I liked to snuggle into my mother's arms, ostensibly to be affectionate, but actually to take
advantage of her. Of course, my mother knew what I was doing, but she didn't mind. Perhaps she treated me like a child,
or perhaps spoiled me and couldn't bear to refuse my behavior. However, the latter was more likely, because I didn't just snuggle in my mother's
arms; I actually groped her all over. If it was the former, my mother was wrong, because every time she touched me
, I would get an erection and become very excited, and after each time, I would go to the bathroom to masturbate.
With my mother's indulgence, I became bolder and bolder, slowly daring to put my hands inside her clothes.
At first, I would put my hands inside her clothes, touching her breasts through her bra, or inside her skirt, touching her genitals through her underwear
. However, I always tested my mother's tolerance in a tentative way, so I never went too far at first. So I
didn't directly put my hand inside my mom's clothes to touch her breasts. Instead, I started from her stomach, and if she didn't react
, I would move upwards.
The first time I put my hand inside, my mom immediately pushed it away and gently scolded me for doing that
. But I never took that scolding to heart; I just wouldn't push my luck again. Then I'd
try again next time.
However, there weren't many opportunities when it was just my mom and me at home. It was almost a year later before I started putting my hand inside my mom's skirt to touch
her genitals. At first, I only dared to touch her thighs, and the first time I put my hand inside her skirt, my mom even tapped me on the head
, warning me not to do that. Of course, I wouldn't give up so easily; I'd try again next time.
I don't understand why my mom was so indulgent with me, and I know that as long as I didn't go too far or rush things, even if
it didn't work the first time, the second, the third... my mom would always give in. By then, my mom probably wouldn't treat me like
a child almost going to junior high, and even my legs were starting to grow hair.
The fastest progress was during the summer vacation between sixth grade and first year of junior high because my older sister and younger sister were at my maternal grandmother's house. During the day, it's just my mom and me at home , along with some annoying neighbors. Of course, we don't mind when
these neighbors occasionally bring us homemade steamed buns or dumplings, but most of the time they just drop by. Each visit can last a morning or afternoon, and my mom chats with them while trimming loose threads. Of course, I help trim the threads, becoming an expected listener. Then we talk about everything under the sun—household necessities like firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea —that's all we talk about every day. Because it's just my mom and me at home, I have many opportunities to be alone with her. I love taking my afternoon nap ; I always go to my mom's room and sleep with her. I'm always happy when I take a nap because my mom lies on the bed and lets me touch her. She doesn't care what I'm doing; she just sleeps. But usually, she only sleeps after I've had my fill of touching her. Later, I got bolder and bolder, and started taking off my mom's clothes. At first, my mom wasn't too keen; she would push my hands away when I unbuttoned her clothes, but I kept going. After a few times, Mom ignored me and asked me to unbutton her blouse. When I opened the blouse, I saw Mom's bare upper body, and of course, her bra. I touched her through the bra for a while, but that wasn't enough, so I forced my hand inside. Mom still didn't react, just lay there with her eyes closed. I thought that even if I went too far, Mom would just scold me , so I hardened my heart and pulled down her bra straps, then moved the cups aside, exposing her entire breast. Mom still didn't react; I thought she had given in. I gently stroked her breasts while my hand moved down. It slowly reached her lower abdomen, but she still didn't react. I was surprised, but I didn't care. I thought, since that's the case, I'll undress her completely. So I slowly pulled her skirt up from the hem, until it was completely flipped up. Without further ado, I pulled her underwear down to her calves. Suddenly, Mom opened her eyes, which startled me. I thought she was angry and might be about to explode . But Mom just stared at me with her eyes open, without saying a word, her face expressionless. I froze , unsure of what to do. I was afraid to continue undressing her for fear of making her really angry, but I felt unwilling to give up. We just stood there staring at each other for several minutes, or maybe longer, I don't know, still unsure of what to do . Then Mom closed her eyes again. I don't know why, but I felt that she didn't seem angry . So I continued what I was doing. I pulled down Mom's underwear completely . Her skin was fair and delicate, with thick pubic hair. I reached out and touched Mom's thigh, and she flinched. I continued to touch upwards and inwards, touching the inside , all the way to the groin. My hand was now on Mom's genitals. My heart was pounding; I was both excited and afraid that Mom would suddenly get angry and explode. I didn't know how tolerant my mother was, but I wanted to take off all the remaining clothes she was wearing . The skirt had an elastic waistband, so it was easy to take off. But I couldn't get the bra off; I tugged and pulled, but it wouldn't budge. Since I couldn't take it off, I decided not to. At that moment, I was so excited; my penis was fully erect. I took off all my own clothes and then pressed myself against my mother. I felt her soft, warm body; it felt so comfortable . I hugged her tightly and rested my head on her shoulder. Then my mother opened her eyes again, and this time her expression seemed quite surprised. She then pushed me away from her. I lay on my side next to her, a little nervous, thinking she was probably angry. My mother lay there, her head turned to the side, staring at me. I felt a little guilty under her gaze, wondering how she would react. But then she slowly lowered her gaze, and I realized she was looking at my genitals. Despite my nervousness, my penis remained hard and erect. Then Mom spoke up. She asked when my penis started getting bigger , and I said it started in sixth grade. Mom looked at me and said she didn't expect me to have grown so much. I didn't know if she meant I'd grown up or was referring to my penis. Mom looked at me again and asked if I knew anything about relationships between men sex, so I told her what I knew, even about the porn I read in class. Mom asked what the porn was about, and I gave her a rough summary of the plot. We ended up talking naked for over ten minutes. Then Mom suddenly asked what I was trying to do after I took off both her clothes and mine. I blurted out, "I wanted to..."

I wanted to have sex with my mom. She paused for a moment, then asked why I had such thoughts. I told
her about fantasizing about having sex with her while masturbating at night. She asked when I learned to masturbate, and I said sixth grade
.
I forget what we talked about after that, but I remember her smiling, closing her eyes, and then I excitedly rolled over and pinned
her down, my penis pressing against her mons pubis. I kept thrusting up and down until I ejaculated
.
After ejaculating, I was still holding her, but she seemed to know I had ejaculated and pushed me off. I
looked down and saw my and her lower abdomens were covered in semen. Mom said she was going to take a shower, grabbed her clothes, and left. I
lay on the bed, feeling sleepy because I had just ejaculated. After some time, Mom came back in, already dressed
. She shook me awake and told me to take a shower and then go back to sleep. I was sleepy, but I went to shower anyway, because my lower abdomen
felt sticky and uncomfortable. After washing up and getting dressed, I went back to my mom's room. She wasn't asleep yet and told me to go to sleep quickly because she had some loose threads to trim
that afternoon .
That's how I had my first intimate encounter with my mom. Although it wasn't actual sex, I
felt , physically close. And afterwards, my mom's tolerance for me increased a lot.
Chapter Four: Taking It to the Next Level
That night, I went to bed first. Mom usually went to bed after everyone else in the family.
I was almost asleep when she came in, but I stayed awake because I wanted to be intimate with her. When she came in, I pretended to be asleep with my eyes
closed . She thought I was asleep and climbed onto the bed to kiss me on the cheek.
I don't think Mom had ever kissed me like that before. Maybe she did it when I was very young, but I don't remember it
. I was quite surprised, so I opened my eyes and kissed her back. I originally wanted to kiss her cheek, but I ended up kissing
her lips.
This time, Mom was startled, and I was startled too. I was not only startled, but also felt a
strange, indescribable feeling. I really wanted to kiss my mom again, a real kiss. Mom paused for a moment,
then lay down to sleep without saying anything. After she was settled, I rolled over and hugged her, then pressed my lips to hers
.
At that time, I had no experience with kissing; I had only seen it on TV and in movies, and I didn't know what a French
kiss was. I hugged Mom tightly and kissed her again and again. At first, she struggled a little, but I held her tightly, and she
stopped struggling.
I kept kissing her until I was satisfied, and only then did I let go. I realized that she was actually holding me tightly too. I
let Mom hold me like that, and drifted off to sleep. I slept very soundly and
woke up . After waking up, I lay back down, and slowly my mind began to clear, but I also noticed that my penis was hard
and erect.
Then, out of habit, I pulled down my pants and
started
masturbating. While I was doing this, I suddenly remembered what had happened the day before. I thought, "Mom's sleeping right next to me, why am I doing this?" So I took off my own clothes first, and then started undressing Mom. Before I finished, Mom woke up. She was startled when she realized I was undressing her, but didn't say
anything or resist. So I continued.
Then I encountered the same problem: I still couldn't take off Mom's bra. Mom saw my frantic attempts, smiled
, got up, and took it off herself. That's when I realized the bra clasp was in the back; no wonder I
could n't get it off.
After Mom took off her bra, she lay back down, now completely naked. I was so excited! I immediately rolled over and
pressed myself against Mom, hugging her. Mom wrapped her arms around me too. I didn't want to ejaculate so quickly; I wanted to savor
the feeling of skin-to-skin contact. This time it lasted longer, and I eventually ejaculated, getting
semen .
This went on for over ten days. Every night, my mom and I would cuddle naked until I ejaculated.
Sometimes , on holidays, when it was just my mom and me during the day, if I wanted to, I would pull her into the bedroom. Then
came my period. That night, she didn't want me to take off her clothes or hug her. At that time, I didn't know much about menstruation,
only that women bleed during this time.
The first time my mom had her period, before going to bed, I took off my
clothes . But she pushed my hands away, telling me not to take them off, and explained that she had her period, and briefly explained what
menstruation was. Actually, I didn't understand much, but since my mom was bleeding, I didn't dare do anything.
However, the problem remained: I was still sexually aroused. I sat on the bed, holding my erect penis, and asked my mom
what do. My mom laughed and said to masturbate. She also said she had never seen me masturbate before, so it would be a good opportunity for her to see.
So I sat on the bed and started masturbating. While I was masturbating, I kept looking at my mom, who was staring intently at my
penis.
I started masturbating faster and faster until my hand ached, but I just couldn't finish. I guess it was because I wasn't used to watching her.
Eventually , I couldn't take it anymore; my hand was too sore, so I had to stop and rest. My mom noticed I had stopped and asked me what was
wrong. I told her my hand was sore, and she seemed to find that funny, laughing non-stop.
Then I suddenly remembered the blowjobs in adult books, so I told my mom I wanted her to give me one. My mom was a little
surprised. She said she had heard about it, but she had never done it herself. I asked her to do it, but she refused. I asked her if she thought it was dirty, and she said she was embarrassed. She felt awkward
about her mother sucking her son's penis in her mouth . So I compromised and asked her to give me a handjob. My mom paused for a moment, then nodded and said okay. I lay down , and my mom sat next to my waist, holding my penis and starting to masturbate. It was very different from masturbating by myself; it felt much better, although sometimes it hurt a little if the angle wasn't right. When it hurt, I told Mom, and slowly she got into a rhythm. It felt really good. Mom kept asking me if I was going too slowly or too fast, and that I should tell her if I was. I told her to slow down because I didn't want to ejaculate too quickly. So Mom slowed down, and I watched her quietly enjoying it. Mom told me that my penis was very big, but I didn't know what " big" meant, so I didn't answer. Mom asked me again if it felt good, and I said it felt really good. It did feel very good, much better than masturbating myself. Gradually, I couldn't hold back anymore, and I asked Mom to go faster. So Mom sped up, moving up and down continuously , and soon I ejaculated, and a lot of it. Mom's clothes and my face got sprayed, and the hand that was masturbating me got some too. Mom took a tissue to wipe me clean, then wiped herself clean, and then got up and went to the bathroom to clean up.

I lay in bed, asleep before Mom came home.
Usually, we'd cuddle naked, and I'd rub my penis against her thighs or turn her over so she
was on her stomach, rubbing against her buttocks until I ejaculated. If she had her period, she'd give me a handjob. Although
I always asked her to give me a blowjob when she had her period, she always refused. I'd never given her oral sex
, even though I'd kissed almost every inch of her body.
When she was in the mood, she'd kiss me from head to toe, but she'd always skip my penis. My kissing with Mom gradually
improved. At first, she kept her lips tightly closed, only letting me kiss her lips. But slowly she opened up, not only
opening her lips but also teaching me French kissing, which involves putting your tongue in each other's mouth. I loved
kissing . Whenever I had a chance to be alone with Mom, I'd always hold her and kiss her deeply.
So, whenever it was just the two of us at home, I'd quickly get intimate with Mom.
Whether she was cooking or mopping the floor, we could be intimate. Even when other people are home, they'll be intimate when
no one 's looking. Mom really enjoys giving me handjobs. It's not that she dislikes me ejaculating on her
, but she likes holding my penis and feeling its size and heat.
Actually, it's not just me who gets aroused on Mom; sometimes she'll also
reach . Mom loves it when I kiss her breasts and caress her genitals. Mom's genitals get wet very easily; sometimes even
without touching, just kissing will make her wet. But not like the slicked-back wetness described in adult books, just her
genitals.
If it's a few days before her period, and I kiss and caress her long enough, Mom will have an orgasm. I've asked Mom to have real sex
before , but she won't. At most, she'll let my penis rub against her vulva. Several
times I tried to force myself on her, but Mom always stopped me. And Mom won't allow me to ejaculate on
or At the time, I thought Mom probably thought it was dirty. Later, I finally found out the reason: Mom wasn't using
contraception, so she was afraid of getting pregnant.
Several times I asked Mom to give me oral sex, but she always refused. I asked her what I would do for her to agree, and she always said we'd talk about it
later . Heaven knows when "later" meant. Finally, I decided to give Mom oral sex first. One night, after Mom
took a shower and went to bed, we did what we always did: laughing and joking, playing around and taking off each other's clothes
until were naked. After we were naked, I had Mom lie down and started caressing and kissing her.
I kissed my way down her face, and Mom let out soft moans. When I reached her lower abdomen, I
spread . By then, Mom was already wet. I didn't think much of it and just started licking her genitals. My first sensation
was that it was salty and slippery. At that time, I didn't know anything about labia majora and minora, or clitoris; I just licked
her genitals over. Mom was startled by my sudden action, but then she started moaning.
Mom's moans were louder and more rapid than usual. I knew Mom must be enjoying it, so I intensified my licking
of her genitals. Soon after, Mom reached her climax, and it was very intense; her whole body trembled uncontrollably. After the climax,
Mom just lay there motionless, seemingly exhausted. I took a tissue and wiped her genitals; there was quite a bit of
vaginal fluid
Mom wasn't moving, I could only lie beside her and wait for her to regain consciousness. After some time, Mom turned to look at me,
and I looked back at her. I asked her how it felt, and she nodded, blushing. Mom asked where I learned it, and I said I learned it from
an adult book. Mom then asked why I thought of giving her oral sex, and I said it would make her feel very comfortable. Mom was very touched
and hugged me tightly. I felt a little guilty because I had ulterior motives, but it was
true .
Seeing Mom like this, I felt embarrassed to bring up the topic of blowjobs, otherwise Mom would definitely think I had ulterior
motives and wasn't just giving her oral sex for pleasure. Mom hugged me and kissed me, then reached down and took my
penis in her hand, stroking it. Actually, I was really hoping Mom would give me a blowjob, but she didn't. We just kissed
and cuddled, and my good-for-nothing brother got beaten until he ejaculated.
Later, I often gave Mom oral sex, but I never asked her to give me a blowjob, and she never did it again.
Chapter Five:
Moving to a Higher Level. The year I went from first to second year of junior high, we moved. Moving to a new house was a happy thing, of course, but I wasn't happy.
The new house had enough rooms, and Dad said I was grown up now, so he'd give me my own room. This meant I couldn't
sleep with Mom anymore. Mom knew I was unhappy, but there was nothing she could do. There was no reason for a boy to
be told this by his mother now that he was grown up, and Mom didn't know how to tell Dad.
I felt guilty and didn't dare tell Dad I wanted to sleep with Mom. So I slept in one room, Dad slept in another,
and Mom, my sister, and my younger sister slept in a tatami room. From then on, I was less intimate with Mom, but precisely
because of this, our relationship grew stronger, seemingly transforming into a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.
Because I no longer slept with my mom at night, I masturbated more often, almost exclusively relying on
it to satisfy my sexual needs. Since I had fewer opportunities to be alone, I cherished every single one. My mom knew
I was sad and felt sorry for me. Sometimes she would hug and kiss me when the rest of the family wasn't looking.
During this period, my mom and I were intimate less than once a week on average. We usually took advantage of the one or two hours when everyone else was out at the market (
those who live in the countryside should know it's a bit like a night market, but it doesn't happen every day, usually once a week)
to quickly get to my room for intimacy. I
would abstain from sex for a day or two before each market visit, and then ejaculate several times during our intimacy. During
my second year of junior high winter break, I went back to my grandma's house with my mom for a few days. Because there weren't enough rooms at my grandma's, my mom and I slept
together . The first night, after we entered the room, we locked the door and kissed, like a
long-separated couple. After the long kiss, my mom asked if I was happy, and I nodded and said I was very happy. I was truly happy
because my mom and I hadn't slept together for almost six months.
That night we made love continuously. I ejaculated several times, and Mom also had an orgasm. The last
time, I was hard for a long time but couldn't ejaculate, no matter how much Mom helped me masturbate. Finally, I asked
Mom to give me a blowjob, and she nodded. Then Mom took my penis into her mouth and gently sucked on it.
It felt so good to receive a blowjob for the first time, and I couldn't help but start thrusting in and out of Mom's mouth. My
penis is quite long, and I could only insert half of it; any more and Mom would block it with her hand. I ejaculated very quickly, all of it into Mom
's mouth. She didn't spit it out; she swallowed it all.
After Mom spat out my penis, she cleaned the remaining semen from the glans with her tongue and said she was going to wash it.
Because the room was a suite, I showered with my mom. I helped her shower, and she helped me shower; we
played in the bathroom for a long time before coming out. That night was the sweetest night's sleep I'd had in six months. I slept in my mom
's arms, gently stroking her hair.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, although that saying doesn't really apply to my mom and me, we both felt that way.
I slept exhausted every night, and my mom always gave me oral sex. I asked my mom why she swallowed all the semen
, and she said it was my semen, so she dared to swallow it. I asked her why she gave me oral sex this time, and she said she'd been willing to do it ever
since I gave her oral sex the first time, but I hadn't asked for it again, so
she was too embarrassed to offer to. My mom asked me if I liked it, and I said I really liked it, it felt great.
The night before I went home, we were intimate in bed again. I thought since I had to ask her to do it
, I'd try asking again this time, so I asked her if I could penetrate her. My mom looked at me for a long time,
holding my penis and stroking it while watching me. I didn't know what Mom was thinking, but a few minutes later her face suddenly
turned very red, and she nodded with her head down. I was both surprised and delighted, because I had been rejected so many times, and this time I was just
asking with the mindset of giving it another try. I didn't expect Mom to agree.
I immediately rolled over and pressed down on Mom, spreading her legs apart, and then held my penis in one hand and tried
to insert it into Mom's vagina. Perhaps the angle was wrong or for some other reason, but I just couldn't get it in. I kept pushing and pushing , but I still couldn't get it in.
Mom had been keeping her eyes closed, but after I pushed for a few minutes, she opened her eyes. I said, "What should I do if I
can't get it in?" Mom laughed and said, "Then don't try." Of course I wanted to try, so I spread Mom's legs even wider, and then changed
positions, trying again in a kneeling position between Mom's legs. This way I could see Mom's vagina, so
I held my penis and tried to insert it into Mom's vagina.
This time it went in smoothly, feeling tight, warm, and so comfortable. I grabbed Mom's
knees , spreading her legs wide to expose her entire genitals for a clearer view. I started thrusting
, watching Mom. Mom's eyes were closed, her brow furrowed; it was impossible to tell if she was enjoying it or not. I thrust very
quickly, and soon I couldn't hold back. I thrust and pulled with all my might, ejaculating very quickly. It felt
like I was about to explode.
After ejaculating, I collapsed onto Mom, who hugged me and stroked my head. My penis wasn't pulled out
; it was still inside Mom's vagina. It felt warm and slippery. A few minutes later, Mom told me to get off; she needed to clean herself up
. After I got off, Mom used toilet paper to wipe my penis; it was completely wet, with some semen still on the glans. After
wiping me, Mom wiped her own genitals; they were also wet and sticky, with white semen still
flowing .
After cleaning up, we lay on the bed, embracing each other. I asked Mom how she felt, if she was comfortable. Mom said it felt very
comfortable , especially the feeling of fullness when I first penetrated her and the sensation of me going in and out, which made her whole body go numb
. Mom also said that she hadn't had sex in a long time, and since my penis is quite long, it felt both pleasurable and a little painful.
I kissed Mom, and she put her tongue in my mouth for me to suck, while simultaneously stroking my penis with her hand. I think
Mom wanted to do it again, because she knew that every time I sucked her tongue, I would quickly become aroused again,
so sometimes she would deliberately tease me by putting her tongue in my mouth for me to suck. Soon my penis became hard again
, and I fucked Mom again in the same position, this time lasting longer, but Mom didn't reach
orgasm . We did it many times that night, until we were exhausted before going to sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night needing to pee, went back
to bed, and fucked Mom again with her legs spread apart. I woke
up very late the next morning, but Mom woke up very early. After lunch, we went home.
The last few times I had sex with my mom, she didn't have an orgasm, which I thought was probably because my technique was too poor. But
gradually my technique improved, and my stamina increased, and my mom started having orgasms again. My
record so far is seven consecutive orgasms. That was when I was in college, and we went to a hotel together. Afterwards, my mom was completely
limp and motionless; I shook her and called her, but she didn't respond, which startled me. I thought something was wrong with her.
It wasn't until half an hour later that she had some strength to speak. She said she couldn't move and needed to rest; I thought she was just too tired
.
Even now, my mom sometimes brings up those times we had sex at my grandma's house and laughs at me. She says that we did it so
many times each time it only lasted less than a minute—she was so young and already so early. But gradually, my mom laughs at me about it less and less,
because later on, every time we had sex, I would go on until she begged to stop. Then she would give me oral sex, and if I continued
, she would collapse on the bed again, unable to move. But I still like to ejaculate inside her and watch
the semen slowly flow out of her vagina. So whenever Mom was about to ejaculate and gave me oral sex, I would pull my penis out just before I
ejaculated , then insert it into her vagina and thrust rapidly until I ejaculated.
Once I asked Mom why she was willing to have sex with me, and she said she needed it too, plus we were often
intimate , which always left her feeling unsatisfied. Besides, oral sex is different from intercourse, and every time she saw me
ejaculate, she wished it was inside her. Before, when I asked Mom to have sex, she really wanted it
, but felt it was a bit much to agree so readily, and as for taking the initiative, that was impossible. Mom said that if I had violently raped her
then , she would never blame me, because it seemed like a good solution.
The reason Mom thought about it for so long before our first time was because she was calculating her safe period; those few days were quite safe,
and Mom herself was also somewhat interested, so she agreed.
Actually, I'm a bit of a sadist because I really like to fuck Mom until she's disheveled, rolling around on the bed, and then
begging for mercy. When we were on all fours, I would pull my mom's hair from behind. Sometimes I liked to make her kneel down and give me a blowjob,
and then I would watch my penis going in and out of her mouth in the mirror on the dressing table. Sometimes when my mom was on
the toilet I would open the bathroom door (the kind with a coin-operated lock), pull down my pants,
hold her head down, take out my penis, and shove it into her mouth, thrusting until I ejaculated. My mom said she owed me something in her past life.
My mom can be lewd sometimes, and when she's aroused, she'll tease me. She especially likes me sucking her nipples.
Sometimes while watching TV, she'll suddenly unbutton her shirt and bra, thrusting her breasts into my mouth. My mom also
loves kissing; any time, anywhere, as long as we're alone, she'll have a long kiss whenever she feels like it. My mom's tongue is very
agile , always darting into my mouth and entwining with mine. I'm not even this passionate when I kiss my girlfriend.
I learned a lot from talking to my mom. She knew about it back when I started masturbating in sixth grade. Sometimes I was too lazy to go to the bathroom,
so I'd just masturbate quietly in bed. I always thought she was asleep and didn't know,
but sometimes she wasn't asleep at all. She first found out when the bed shook, waking her up. She
opened her eyes and saw me moving around, one hand still stroking my penis. That's when she knew. But she remained
calm, pretending not to know. In fact, she didn't know what to do; she couldn't very well tell me that excessive masturbation
was bad for my health. I always thought she didn't know because I always tried to be quiet when masturbating in bed, but even the quietest
movements stop the bed from shaking.
Ever since she found out I started masturbating, she would peek through her eyes whenever she felt the bed shaking at night.
But I, engrossed in the pleasure of masturbation, was completely unaware of the audience, just relentlessly masturbating. Ejaculation
was more troublesome; sometimes if I didn't have time to cover myself with toilet paper before ejaculating, it would spray everywhere. Sometimes the
semen even got on Mom's clothes and face, so cleaning up the mess was a real pain. Especially
on Mom's face, I had to be very careful to wipe it off so as not to wake her. In fact, Mom was mostly awake, and
even with semen on her face, there was nothing she could do but pretend to be asleep.
Mom had seen the pornographic books I secretly brought home, and she said she didn't feel anything after reading them. Mom knew I was peeping at her
body , but she didn't deliberately avoid it. Mom said she actually wanted me to see her body, but she
didn't know why. However, Mom wouldn't deliberately expose herself to me; she would be shy. Mom knew I would
peep at her genitals while she was sleeping at night, and she wanted me to see too, but she wasn't dared to be so direct. Until one day, Mom deliberately
slept without underwear, and I couldn't help but touch it. I told Mom that she was the one seducing me, and Mom laughed and
said, "Who told me to be so horny? It was so easy for me to get my way." Of course, Mom didn't intentionally seduce me,
and she herself didn't know why she did it. She just wanted to be close to her son.
(The End)

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