Starting from that time I had to pee

I lived in a small courtyard with my mother, who had been widowed for many years (my older sister was studying at a university in another city).

A common insult among the children was "your mother's cunt." I didn't know what it meant until I started elementary school, when I vaguely understood that "cunt" referred to a woman's genitals and also knew a little about the differences between boys and girls. As I grew older, I learned a lot about sex from my classmates and learned many terms like "sexual intercourse," "fucking," and "making love." Once, I read a pornographic book and felt an erection for the first time. From then on, I often felt an erection when I woke up in the morning. I started paying attention to the girls around me, often peeking under their skirts, hoping for an unexpected surprise, but I never saw anything.

One day, I was desperate to urinate. I ran to the toilet while pulling down my pants. When I got there, I had already pulled my hard penis out of my pants. I was about to urinate, head down, holding my penis.

Oh my god! My mother was inside. I saw her skirt lifted up and tucked into her waistband, her underwear pulled down to her knees, her thighs spread wide. A stream of white urine was gushing out from a patch of dark pubic hair. Mom looked at me and asked if I needed to pee. I didn't know how to answer.

Mom said, "If you really need to, just pee over here. I'll move over a little."

She moved over a bit, and since she said so, I decided to pee. I grabbed my hard penis and tried to hold it down, thinking I could finally relax. But it only made it worse. I could hold it down at first, but then I remembered the image of Mom's dark pubic hair mixed with white urine that I had just seen. I couldn't hold it down anymore. Urine splashed all over Mom; it was all over her buttocks. I was stunned. I thought Mom was going to be angry. But Mom didn't say anything. She just quickly grabbed some toilet paper, wiped her bottom a couple of times, stood up beside me, pulled up her underwear, and went inside. I, however, stood there in the bathroom, bewildered by what I had just witnessed. [Backcolor]

After a while, I went back into the house and Mom wasn't there. I went to the back of the house and heard the sound of water; I knew Mom was taking a bath. Suddenly, I was filled with curiosity (to peek at Mom bathing). In our countryside, the bathroom was a very simple open-air space enclosed by bamboo. This made it easy for me. I tiptoed over and peeked through the gaps. Mom's figure was amazing! How come I'd never noticed before? Maybe it's because Mom doesn't like to dress up. Mom was wearing a transparent bathrobe, bending over, her entire buttocks exposed before my eyes. Those big, white, and round, alluring breasts made me feel a surge of desire; I almost ejaculated! ... Suddenly, Mom glanced in my direction. Startled, I quickly went back into the house, not knowing what to do. A dozen minutes later, Mom came into the house and went straight to the kitchen to prepare dinner, while I remained anxious and uneasy. I only came to my senses when Mom called me to eat. I thought maybe Mom hadn't noticed me peeking; I was just feeling guilty. We ate in silence, avoiding eye contact with my mother. I quickly finished dinner and rushed back to my room to do my homework, leaving my mother alone in the kitchen and living room tidying up. Thinking about everything I'd seen that day, I slowly fell asleep.

After that, I often fantasized about my mother's body, masturbating while recalling the dark, downy pubic hair on her genitals. Ah! I wonder what a woman's genitals really look like? From then on, I liked to snuggle into my mother's arms, ostensibly to be affectionate, but actually to take advantage of her. Of course, my mother didn't know what I was doing and didn't mind.

Then summer vacation came, and my sister came back with friends. I used to sleep in the same room as my sister, but now that her friends were here, I had to sleep in my mother's room. That's how things started. I remember one night, I needed to pee urgently. After going to the toilet and returning to bed, I noticed my mother's loose underwear swaying with the fan, and in the dim light, the dark shadow of her genitals was faintly visible. I knelt beside my mother's thighs and watched for a long time, not daring to touch her for fear of waking her. I just watched until I felt sleepy, then lay down and went back to sleep. After that, I would often stay awake at night, waiting for my mother to fall asleep before pointing the fan at her and peeking at her genitals. But I could only see a few dark, shiny pubic hairs. From then on, going to bed at night became the thing I looked forward to most each day, hoping to one day catch a glimpse of my mother's vulva, but nothing happened. My sister went to school, and I went to sleep alone again. I could no longer peek, but unexpectedly, I became addicted. I couldn't sleep every night, and sometimes I would lie in bed imagining having sex with a certain girl (usually a TV or movie star), and I would gently masturbate. Gradually, when I masturbated, the woman I fantasized about having sex with started to resemble my mother's face; I was fantasizing about having sex with my mother. And the frequency of these fantasies increased until finally, I only fantasized about having sex with my mother. Days passed, and I still often snuggled in my mother's arms, pretending my hands were cold and slipping them inside her coat to warm them, intentionally or unintentionally touching her breasts. The first time I touched her breasts, she immediately pushed my hand away and gently scolded me, telling me not to do that. But I never took her scolding to heart, and would try again next time. Perhaps it was out of pampering, or perhaps I was annoyed that my mother no longer refused me, but I often let myself lightly touch her breasts through her shirt.

Winter vacation arrived in the blink of an eye, and my sister came home. Since my sister and I shared a room, I could peek at her genitals, and maybe even get a glimpse of her vulva—it would be so exciting! But even though it was hot in the room, my sister still slept in long pants (in the summer, she always wore a skirt). I really wanted to see my sister's genitals! A few days later, I couldn't resist any longer, so I decided to take action. I pulled down my sister's pants, so I could see them again.

That night, after my sister fell asleep, I began my plan. My sister's pants had an elastic band, making them a bit difficult to pull down, but I still carefully and very slowly pulled them down. After pulling them down to her thighs, I noticed she was wearing underwear underneath. At this point, her legs were closed (because of the elastic band), and there was no fan blowing on them anymore. What to do? I had no choice but to go all the way and pull off her underwear as well. The underwear was easy to take off; I pulled the strap, and it all came off easily, and then I could pull it down easily, except for her buttocks. But I still couldn't see anything because her legs were still closed. However, I didn't dare pull it down any further, because to open her legs, I would have to take off her pants completely, which I dared not do. But this was good enough, because it had been a long time since I had seen a woman's genitals. Moreover, I could see my sister's entire pubic hair; her pubic hair was black, fine, and beautiful. It was a pity that only a little bit of the cleft between her legs was visible, but I was still satisfied. Then I thought, since I'd already taken her pants off, I might as well touch them. So I gently touched my sister's mons pubis, then slowly covered the protrusion with my palm and gently stroked her pubic hair. Soft, fine, smooth, and warm. I did this several times throughout the winter, but each time it was just a quick look and a touch, nothing more. I didn't know if my sister knew I was secretly taking off her pants, but I figured she probably didn't, because she never suddenly woke up.

After my sister left after the New Year, I used the excuse that my mother's room was warm to go to sleep in her room, but actually I wanted to peek. That night, I pretended to be asleep as soon as I got into bed, and soon my mother also got into bed. I don't know how much time passed, but I thought my mother must be fast asleep. So I got up, but I couldn't see anything because my mother's legs weren't open. I didn't dare move my mother's legs, so I just waited quietly to see if she would change position. I got so tired of waiting that I fell asleep. The next night, I finally got my chance, and it didn't take long. My mother lay on the bed spread-eagled until she was fast asleep. Then I saw my mother's genitals. Because I could only see in from the side, all I could see was a dark patch of pubic hair. But that was enough to excite me, so I simply lay down next to my mother, watching and masturbating, and from then on, it became a routine every night. Until one day, something was different. That day, I pretended to be asleep as usual, but my mother went to bed very late. I waited for a long time until she fell asleep. When I woke up, I felt something was strange; why was my mother covered herself with a blanket today? So I slowly lifted the thin blanket from the bottom up. It turned out Mom was wearing a skirt. I thought nothing would happen today, but I still unconsciously lifted her skirt gently. I was stunned. Mom wasn't wearing underwear. Her entire pubic hair was on full display. Mom's pubic hair was much thicker, darker, shinier, and more alluring than my sister's. Suddenly, Mom rolled over, which startled me. But when I calmed down, my heart raced, and my mind went blank. Mom's legs were spread wide. This time, I saw more than just pubic hair; I saw everything I hadn't seen before. Her labia majora and minora, a long slit in her vagina, and I could almost see her anus. I stared intently, because this was a rare opportunity; Mom didn't go without underwear every day. As I looked, I couldn't resist reaching out and touching Mom's thigh. Mom didn't react. So I continued touching; Mom's thigh was so smooth and soft. I boldly moved my hand down to Mom's crotch, and then stopped at her vulva. I kept my hand on my mother's labia, afraid of waking her. Slowly, I felt a surge of excitement; my penis became hard.

From then on, I loved snuggling into my mother's arms. As the weather got warmer, my mother wore less and less clothing, and I could reach inside her clothes and touch her breasts through her bra. Perhaps my mother still thought of me as a child and didn't object too much. Sometimes I would deliberately hug my mother from behind and reach inside her clothes to touch her stomach. My mother thought I was being mischievous and didn't pay attention. Actually, every time I touched her, my penis would become erect, and I would get very excited.

With my mother's indulgence, I became bolder and bolder. After a while, I started reaching under my mother's skirt to touch her. At first, I only dared to touch her thighs. I remember the first time I reached under her skirt, my mother tapped me on the head, warning me not to. Of course, I wouldn't give up so easily; I would try again next time I had the chance. I didn't understand why my mother spoiled me so much, and I knew that as long as I didn't go too far or push too hard, even if I didn't succeed the first time, the second, the third time... my mother would always give in. At this point, my mother probably wouldn't treat me like a little kid anymore; I was almost going to junior high school, and I was even starting to grow body hair. Gradually, I stopped just snuggling in my mother's arms and started touching her all over, inside and out. And I even dared to touch my mother's genitals through her underwear. My mother no longer reacted.

The summer vacation between sixth grade and first year of junior high school progressed the fastest because my older sister was away. I could spend all day with my mother, but there were still some annoying neighbors. Of course, I didn't mind when these neighbors brought their homemade steamed buns and dumplings to my house every now and then, but most of the time they came to visit. Each time they came, they could stay for a morning or an afternoon, and my mother would chat with them while cutting loose threads. Of course, I had to help cut the threads, becoming the natural audience. Then we'd gossip about everyone, the seven necessities of life: firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea—that's all we talked about every day. [Backcolor]

My favorite thing to do every afternoon was to take a nap with my mother in her room. I was always happy during my nap because I could playfully slip my hand inside her clothes and touch her. My mother wouldn't care what I was doing; she'd just lie in bed and let me touch her, sleeping as she pleased. But usually, she'd let me touch her until I was satisfied before going to sleep.

Later, I got bolder and bolder, and I started taking off her clothes. At first, my mother wasn't too keen; she would push my hand away when I unbuttoned her clothes, but I kept going. After a few times, she got annoyed and ignored me, so I unbuttoned her top. When I opened her clothes, I saw my mother's bare upper body, and of course, her bra. After touching her through the bra for a while, I wasn't satisfied, so I forced my hand inside. My mother initially objected, but after my persistence, she stopped bothering me. My mother's breasts were large and firm, and felt wonderful to the touch. I lay beside her, gently massaging them with one hand, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Days passed like this. Until one day, I knelt beside her, slipped both hands inside her bra, and gently massaged her breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples lightly and tracing circles on them with my fingers. My mother didn't react; she just lay there peacefully with her eyes closed. I thought that even if I went too far, she would only scold me at most, so I steeled myself and pulled down her bra straps, removing the cups, exposing her entire breasts. She still didn't react; I assumed she had consented. I gently stroked her breasts; they were truly beautiful, no less than a young girl's. At the same time, my hand began to move downwards, slowly reaching her lower abdomen. Her abdomen was flat and smooth. I gently stroked it, but she still didn't react. I was surprised, but I didn't think much of it. I thought to myself, "Since that's the case, I might as well undress Mom." So I slowly pulled up Mom's skirt from the hem, until it was completely flipped up. Without further ado, I pulled down Mom's underwear completely. When it reached her knees, Mom suddenly opened her eyes. I was startled, thinking Mom was angry and might explode. But Mom just stared at me without saying a word. I froze (but my other hand didn't stop attacking Mom's breasts), unsure what to do. Continuing to undress her might really anger her, but backing down felt like a waste. I noticed Mom's face had turned very red. I timidly reached out and touched Mom's thigh, and she flinched. We stared at each other for several minutes, then Mom closed her eyes and lay back down. I don't know why, but I felt Mom didn't seem angry. So I continued, pulling down Mom's underwear from her calves. Now Mom was completely naked from the waist down. Fair and delicate skin, thick black pubic hair, long and slender legs

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