Sleepless Mom?? Come back, brothers!

Sorry, brothers,
I just got back and I lost you all. There was such a big group back then,
I don't have a way to find you now.
If you see this, add me

. It happened many years ago.

I'm the eldest son in my family, with a younger brother three years my junior. My brother has always been in poor health, and being younger than me, my parents naturally gave him more attention. But when I was little, I always felt that my parents favored me more than they treated my brother, so I harbored resentment. Perhaps because of this, I was very rebellious from a young age, withdrawn and unsociable, and had a very volatile temper.

I rarely did anything to please my parents, often going against them and making them angry. My parents were helpless about this. The only thing that comforted them was that my grades were relatively good. I studied very hard because I wanted my parents to know that I was better than my brother.

When I was fourteen or fifteen, I gradually developed a strong interest in women, and masturbation went from occasional to daily. But masturbation couldn't truly satisfy me; I craved real intercourse. Back then, society and schools were still very conservative. Chasing girls at my age was a serious matter; it would attract gossip and whispers.

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

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

My mother was beautiful as jade, dignified and elegant, with a refined air. In her youth, she was a stunning beauty, easily a 10 out of 10, and even more elegant and captivating when wearing a cheongsam and high heels. There were no signs of age on her face. Her fair skin, her curvaceous figure, and especially her mature feminine charm, captivated me at that time.

Whenever I think back to those days, my heart races. I desperately wanted to make love to my mother; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say I was obsessed. My mother is the only woman in my life who has ever truly captivated me.

Despite my desire, I couldn't think of a way to fulfill it. In desperation, I resorted to using my mother's underwear for temporary relief.

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

One Sunday noon, the opportunity seemed to arrive.

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

A surge of ecstasy overwhelmed me, and after a moment's hesitation, I greedily stared at her body. Even though I only saw her bare upper back, it was enough to drive me wild. My mother finished putting on her shirt and was about to change her pants when she suddenly realized something, turned around abruptly, and my despicable act was discovered. I quickly fled back to my room…

My mother returned shortly after, and I dared not look her in the eye, but I could sense her anger. My mind was in turmoil, completely blank. I barely managed to finish dinner before rushing back to school to study.

I spent the entire night at school, unable to concentrate on my studies. I felt utterly ashamed of what had happened, too embarrassed to face anyone.

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

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

When I got home that night, my parents were still watching TV in the living room. My mother's face was tense, and she didn't even look at me. But I couldn't see a trace of displeasure on my father's face, so I breathed a slight sigh of relief

. It seemed my mother hadn't told my father. For the next few days, nothing happened. My mother didn't scold me, and slowly she started talking to me again. I finally felt relieved.

After this incident, my infatuation with my mother remained, and I even became bolder. At noon, when my mother slept alone, I would peek at her sleeping posture. At first, I just stood at the door, but later I went into the room and stood by the bed.

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

But this time, I wasn't as scared as before. Sure enough, nothing happened afterward, except that my mother was a little cold towards me. Because of my mother's "indulgence," I became even bolder. I thought that even if I did something more outrageous, my mother wouldn't do anything to me, nor would she let anyone else know. I even had the thought of raping my mother, but I couldn't come up with a good plan or make up my mind. After all, I was still somewhat afraid of my father.

A few days into summer vacation that year, my father (he was a teacher) took his students to a summer camp. I felt I had an opportunity and was very excited. But several days after my father left, I still hadn't figured out how to make my move. Seeing that my father was about to return, I couldn't help but feel angry with myself, silently cursing myself for being useless.

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

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

When I arrived at Grandpa's house, he was out playing cards with his friends, while Grandma was busy tending to the chickens. I lied to Grandma, saying I was visiting a classmate and just stopped by. After a few words, Grandma went back to her work.

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

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

I was very excited while putting in the medicine, both thrilled and a little scared; that moment was unforgettable. Soon the medicine was ready, and I watched as Mom poured out a bowl and drank it without letting it cool down, feeling incredibly excited.

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

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

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

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

After hesitating for a moment, I took off all my clothes, leaned against my mother, and gently stroked her beautiful hair. Gazing at her gently closed eyes and small lips, I couldn't help but bring my mouth closer... (I kissed her... I kissed her...) I screamed inwardly.

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

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

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

I carefully lifted my mother's skirt, revealing her snow-white, full buttocks. I reached down and pulled her white panties down to her ankles, leaving her long skirt on, only exposing her alluring area. At that moment, I closed my eyes and passionately sucked, my tongue constantly swirling in my mother's mouth. One hand kneaded my mother's genitals; it was so soft, and my hand couldn't bear to leave her plump vulva for a moment. Gradually, I felt it was no longer dry, but becoming moist.

Suddenly, Mom let out a heavy sigh, startling me so much I immediately opened my eyes… Seeing that Mom was still sleeping peacefully, like Sleeping Beauty, I felt much relieved, but also even more aroused…

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

I reached out and unbuttoned her blouse and bra one by one… Seeing her small nipples still inverted in her breasts, just like Mom in her sleep, I couldn't help but fidget with them with my fingers… Then I watched them slowly awaken, slowly… Her breasts stood erect...

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

It wasn't that I was timid, but rather I was captivated by the beautiful sight before me: pale pink areolas on her round, firm breasts, and her nipples weren't the purplish-black of other women's breasts, but a delicate, rosy pink. What a pair of breasts these were! They rivaled even those of a young girl, and this was my mother, who had given birth to two children! I licked it with my tongue, looked up at my mother, and found her still fast asleep. Emboldened, I took her entire nipple into my mouth and sucked... My hands were busy kneading it vigorously...

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

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

Finally, I couldn't resist and my hand moved again to my mother's firm and full mons pubis… Gazing at the clitoris at the tip of her vulva, the little bean shyly peeking out, her entire vulva a deep, almost blood-red color (…so my mother wasn't completely numb while she was asleep…).

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

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

Nestled between my mother's thighs, I greedily explored the layers of her secret flesh. Gradually, her juices flowed more and more, and I, like a thirsty traveler in the desert, greedily savored them. At that moment, my mouth was filled with my mother's smooth, sweet juices, and I stared intently at the woman's private parts, which held a mystery for me. I kept teasing and examining them. The sweet fragrance of my mother's private parts made me unable to restrain myself any longer. With a thrust, I pressed myself against my mother, grasping my penis and eagerly trying to enter...

I thought it would be an easy thing, but my first "invasion" was quite difficult, slipping and sliding around before I finally succeeded. I lay on my mother's fair and slightly plump body, raising my penis and slowly pushing it into her plump vagina. With a soft "plop," the two labia softly opened, tenderly welcoming the return of their "master."

After entering, I stopped. I felt the warmth inside my mother's somewhat relaxed vagina, a wet and soft sensation tightly embracing my treasure. Enjoying the most precious and wonderful "resource" on my mother's body, the feeling was exquisite, an extreme and frenzied possessiveness and satisfaction. At that moment, my sleeping mother let out a soft moan.

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

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

I slowed my movements, wanting my sleeping mother to feel the fullness my thick, long penis brought her. Unexpectedly, my mother seemed to sense it, slightly furrowing her brow and letting out a soft breath...

"Ah... Mom... your uterus is sucking me again... ah... ah... so good..."

Seeing my mother like this, I felt greatly encouraged and began to thrust back and forth. My mother's vagina gripped me tightly, the tender flesh inside scraping against my penis. It felt so good. My movements became larger and larger, and several times I almost slipped out completely. But just as I was about to slip out, the fleshy groove behind my glans was tightly held by my mother's vaginal opening, acting as both a brake and a tight grip.

I placed my mother's slender, fair legs on my shoulders, and my movements became increasingly intense. Because her buttocks were raised high, I could penetrate even deeper. With a forceful thrust, my entire glans entered her uterus. My mother's cervix tightly enveloped the glans, as if possessing immense suction, like lips constantly drawing in my glans. A surge of intense pleasure rushed to my head, and I thrust wildly, like a madman…

Looking down at my mother's tender flesh as my penis rolled in and out, I felt an immense sense of accomplishment…

Gazing at my sleeping mother, her previously furrowed brows now relaxed, replaced by a rosy blush. She looked so beautiful. Naturally, I didn't miss her breasts, which swayed rhythmically with her body. I gripped them tightly with both hands, kneading them incessantly, and occasionally rubbing her erect nipples with my fingers. I thrust forcefully, enjoying the pleasure of my penis entering and exiting my mother's soft, moist vagina. My mother's body began to writhe restlessly, and as my penis spurted out more and more vaginal fluid, she remained fast asleep. I gradually became bolder...

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

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

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

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

My mother's sensations seemed to intensify. Her tender clitoris hardened from my pubic hair. Looking at my mother's increasingly flushed cheeks, she seemed to be enjoying this dreamlike pleasure. Little did she know that the one working so hard on top of her was her own son, with whom she spent every day.

"Mmm...mmm..." Mom's breathing grew heavier...Just then, I suddenly felt Mom's vagina begin to spasm irregularly. I knew Mom was about to climax, so I rubbed her even harder...

"Ah...ah..." A long breath escaped Mom's throat. I felt Mom's soft vagina begin to contract rhythmically in waves. Suddenly, a warm gush of fluid rushed towards my glans without warning. My urethral opening was caught off guard by this sudden surge. "Ah

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

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

It's a pity Mom had a tubal ligation after giving birth to my younger brother, so all my countless excellent seeds were wasted. For some reason, thinking about this made me feel a little regretful! But it's good this way, from now on I can rape her as I please, never afraid of causing any uncontrollable trouble.

For a long, long time, I reluctantly withdrew my now limp penis from my mother's vagina... Watching the semen slowly flowing from her vaginal opening, I hurriedly dressed and went back to my room. My younger brother probably sensed something was wrong with me; he glanced at me but said nothing, then went back to reading his novel. I took a shower and went back to my room to lie down and sleep. But I couldn't fall asleep. I wasn't afraid of my mother hitting me; I was just afraid that others would find out. My guilt quickly disappeared because I had always thought that my parents treated me worse than they treated my brother, so I always harbored some resentment towards them. At that moment, my mind was in turmoil.

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

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

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

That noon, my brother ordered takeout, and Mom didn't eat with us. In the afternoon, Mom went to work. When she returned home that evening, Mom washed vegetables and cooked as usual, as if nothing had happened.

During dinner, Mom and I avoided each other's eyes. I secretly glanced at Mom; she looked somewhat haggard, and I could tell she had been crying, but her face didn't show any particular expression. I felt relieved, knowing that nothing bad would happen.

A few days later, Dad came home. In front of Dad, Mom would even speak to me, but when it was just the two of us, she wouldn't talk to me. Of course, this didn't happen often. I didn't feel awkward about this relationship. After we did that, at first I felt genuinely guilty, thinking I would never think about it again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

This time I was more violent, tearing Mom's clothes. Just as we were struggling most intensely, I suddenly heard someone trying to open the door. I was so frightened that I jumped out of bed, grabbed my clothes, and ran out.

Unexpectedly, Mom hurriedly grabbed me and whispered, "Don't go out like that."

I suddenly realized that the bedroom door faced the main entrance; if I went out, I would bump into whoever came in, and everyone would understand what was going on. At that moment, we recognized my younger brother as the person who entered. I breathed a sigh of relief. I looked at Mom; her face was pale, she was clutching a piece of clothing to her chest, staring intently at the door, looking very nervous.

I realized then that Mom was just as afraid of being found out as I was. After confirming that my brother had gone back to his room, I straightened my clothes and left, pretending to have just come from the bathroom. Although I had failed again, I was happy; I had figured out a way to get Mom's attention.

That night, after everyone had gone to sleep, I lay awake in bed. After midnight, I got up and tiptoed to my parents' room. Dad was snoring loudly, fast asleep. Dad is hard to wake when he's asleep. I boldly went in and approached my parents' bed. By the faint starlight from the window, I looked at my sleeping parents. Dad slept on the outside, and Mom slept on the inside.

At that moment, the only place I could easily touch, and the safest place, was Mom's feet. I bent down and gently stroked Mom's feet with my hands. Soon, Mom woke up. When she realized it was me, she was terrified and hurriedly waved her hands to stop me, trying to pull her feet back. I didn't care about that; I held her feet tightly to prevent her from pulling them back, and then even provocatively sniffed them with my nose.

Seeing my anxious look, Mom tried to pull her feet back, but I held her ankles firmly. Actually, Mom's feet were very beautiful, delicate and white, with no other smell, only a faint fragrance. Seeing Mom like this, I wanted to continue teasing her, and also to please her, partly because I found her feet adorable. So I started to kiss and lick her feet vigorously, from her toes all the way to the soles.

My mother was both ashamed and anxious. She struggled to sit up, trying to look stern, and whispered, "Are you out of your mind?" I whispered back, "Mom, I really can't hold it in anymore, please don't make a sound!"

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

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

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

After a long silence, my mother fell silent, seemingly giving in. I looked triumphantly at my sleeping father and started taking off my pants… Luckily, my parents' bed was wide enough for me to do as I pleased. I climbed onto the bed and gently hugged my mother from behind, slowly pulling down her underwear. At first, she resisted, pulling hard on her underwear. After a few tugs, my father showed signs of waking up. My mother was so frightened that she lay motionless on the bed. I whispered in her ear, "Don't wake Dad." Finally, my mother gave up resisting and lay still on the bed. I impatiently undressed my mother completely, slowly inserting my penis into her vagina. Looking at her flushed face, I felt her rapid heartbeat…

At that moment, I could feel my penis swelling rapidly inside her vagina again…

So I started by slowly thrusting, the folds of her vagina scraping against my penis, the erotic pleasure making me increase the speed of my thrusts…

My mother's breathing became heavy, I knew she was feeling it too…

I frantically sucked on her smooth back, my lower body thrusting harder and deeper, feeling as if my penis had pierced her cervix. Suddenly, my mother bit her lip, desperately suppressing… Overwhelmed by lust, as I thrust forcefully, my mother watched my father nervously, her breath coming in soft gasps from her throat. I felt a sucking sensation on my glans…

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

After a frenzied thrusting, I ejaculated all my semen into my mother's womb…

After ejaculating, I didn't go back to my room but quietly rested beside my mother, listening to her still somewhat heavy breathing and soft sobs. Exhausted from ejaculation, I unconsciously closed my eyes and fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept, but my mother gently shook me awake. Looking at her red and swollen eyes and haggard face, caused by constant worry, I felt immense pity.

"I love you, Mom!"

I gently kissed her and secretly slipped back to my room. After that night, I knew it wouldn't be so difficult to get my mother back. But I never got the chance. Before I knew it, school started, and I was in my second year of high school.

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

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

This time, I didn't rush. I knelt before Mom, tightly hugging her legs, pleading with her incessantly. Mom just shook her head desperately, refusing to agree. But her attitude was noticeably less forceful than before. Later, I couldn't resist anymore and forcibly carried Mom into my room. At first, Mom resisted fiercely, but when I said, "Mom, do you want to force me to come to you when Dad or my brother is home?" a look of pain flashed across Mom's face, she lowered her head, and finally stopped resisting. After I held her feet and kissed them, Mom's body visibly softened. She resisted a little when I took off her clothes, but after I took off her underwear, she resigned herself to fate, closed her eyes, and let me do as I pleased.

I kissed every part of her body passionately. I enjoyed her breasts to the fullest, but I couldn't kiss her private parts much because she tried her best to block me. Later, I could only kiss down her thighs. When I rubbed her private parts with one hand, I could clearly feel her vagina getting wet. At the same time, her legs stretched outwards forcefully, her toes spread wide, and she tried hard not to make a sound. Actually, I think my mother must have felt a lot too. After all, she was being played with by her own son.

When I entered her, my mother probably remembered what I had just threatened her with, and she didn't struggle too much, quickly giving in. She lay there motionless, letting me violate her. I was much more skilled than the previous two times I entered her, and I went in easily. I felt that my mother's vagina wasn't as dry as before; it was warm and wet, and the "grip" made my soul leave my body. I instinctively began thrusting, my chest overflowing with happiness and joy. At that moment, I completely forgot where I was, only knowing that I was floating in a paradise of pleasure. I couldn't control my joy; in my excitement, I made love passionately, fully enjoying the pleasure of sex. My mother, however, clenched her teeth, desperately using reason to fight against the physical pleasure. The moment of ecstasy arrived quickly. I thrust harder, wanting to give all my sperm to my mother, even everything I had, reaching an unprecedented peak of pleasure in the intense ejaculation.

Afterwards, I felt exhausted, yet also incredibly satisfied, but also somewhat guilty. After I withdrew from my mother's body, she quickly grabbed her underwear to cover her private parts, then covered her breasts with her arms, rolled over, knelt down, and turned her back to me, carefully cleaning herself. I watched my mother's actions as I dressed, feeling an indescribable sense of satisfaction. My mother didn't look at me once throughout, probably utterly disappointed in me.

After finishing her clothes, she ignored me and went to take a shower. I fell asleep contentedly in bed, only waking up when my younger brother returned.

The next day, Mom seemed no different than usual, her mood not necessarily worse. Of course, she ignored me as usual, but she didn't deliberately avoid me either. Really, even though Mom didn't want us to have that kind of relationship, she didn't threaten suicide; she seemed only afraid of being discovered.

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

I said I would definitely study better at home than at school, my studies would definitely improve, I would never neglect my studies, and I would never let Mom and Dad down. Dad and my brother looked at me with confusion, hearing how harsh my words were. Only Mom seemed anxious and embarrassed; she busied herself adding rice to cover it up.

After that, although not every week, I often had the opportunity to make love with Mom. My mother didn't stop me much anymore, always half-heartedly complying and urging me to finish quickly. Honestly, I felt no pity for her then; all I felt was lust. Each time I vented, I was incredibly rough, even using a toy to make her urinate blood for weeks on end. Seeing the pain on her face made me perversely more satisfied. My mother always tolerated me, silently enduring my torment, for my sake and for the family. But I always thought she was only doing it for appearances.

During our intercourse, she had orgasms, quite a few, even being forcefully fingered until she squirted. But she never experienced pleasure; she was just a machine for my lust.

However, after having that kind of relationship with my mother, my attitude towards my family improved significantly. I was especially attentive to her. My father and brother were happy to see this, and my mother seemed somewhat relieved. Gradually, she started talking to me more often, but our relationship always felt somewhat awkward. The reason I became nice to my family was purely for lust, not out of genuine affection. My mother and I were both worried about being discovered by the rest of the family, so we were very careful.

Fortunately, each household in our building had a bicycle shed downstairs, and my father and brother would always park their bikes there when they came home at night. My mother and I could always hear the door to our bicycle shed opening.

One night, however, things almost turned out badly. That night, while my mother and I were making love, we heard the front door open. It turned out my father had come back to get something. Since he was leaving immediately, he hadn't parked his bicycle in the bike shed. My mother was terrified and lay motionless on the bed. Fortunately, there was a blanket between us, so my father didn't immediately notice. My mother was petite, so the blanket covered her well. Because we were in a side-lying, rear-entry position, with my mother lying in my arms with her back to me, my father didn't easily notice. He was less than five meters away, and our genitals were tightly connected. This was completely different from the feeling of raping my mother when my father was asleep.

After all, who could imagine that their own son, separated only by a blanket, was desperately raping his wife? At that moment, I was blinded by the intense lust of raping my mother next to my father. While my father was looking for something with his back to us, the overwhelming stimulation made me frantically thrust into my mother's vagina. Even through the blankets, I could hear soft 'slapping' sounds. My mother was terrified by my actions; she desperately pinched and scratched me under the blankets with one hand, while her other hand tightly covered her mouth, her face flushed.

I thrust frantically, unable to control myself from ejaculating. I forced myself to suppress the ecstasy and didn't make a sound. I felt my mother beneath me trembling, and she couldn't help but let out an incredibly alluring moan. My mother and I had reached orgasm at the same time. I quickly looked down under the blankets and saw my mother's eyes glazed over, her expression incredibly seductive, saliva dribbling from the corner of her mouth. Her hand, which had been covering her mouth, fell limply to her side. I wished I could capture this moment forever with a camera, but reality wouldn't allow it.

Luckily, my father was looking for something and didn't notice. After finding it, he hurriedly grabbed it and left, saying someone was waiting for him outside. Thankfully, he didn't notice these details. Before leaving, he asked me where my mother was, and I gave him a random answer. My father didn't say anything, but he asked me curiously why I was lying in their room. I chuckled and said the bed was bigger than mine. But he left before I could finish my answer. After my father left, my mother crawled out from under the covers, her face still flushed with the afterglow of her orgasm and her eyes filled with barely concealed panic. She gasped for breath as soon as she emerged from the covers, and I chuckled inwardly; it seemed she was really pent up. As expected, my mother scolded me severely and said she wouldn't do it with me again if I did it like that.

Looking at my mother's seductive appearance and the semen flowing from her vagina, I was overcome with lust again and rushed forward, wanting to rape her a second time. I sucked hard on my mother's neck. This time, my mother resisted fiercely, seemingly unwilling to give in. But how could her strength resist my lust? After a struggle, my mother collapsed weakly onto the bed. I pressed her down and began my second act of rape, brutally trampling on the last shred of her maternal dignity. The scene was this: my mother's upper body was lying on the bed, her back to me, her waist lifted as I thrust into her vagina.

After ejaculating, I was filled with remorse because I saw my mother crying her eyes out. I knew I had hurt her. I apologized desperately, but my mother's face was like ice, ignoring me. She tried to stand up but couldn't keep her balance and fell to the ground. I cursed myself inwardly as a beast and rushed to help her up. Perhaps she saw the blood on my leg from where she had scratched me, because her expression softened a little. For more than a month afterward, my mother didn't agree to my requests again. I felt guilty and didn't dare to force her, partly because I was worried that if I pushed her too far, she would tell my father. About two months later, after much pleading, my mother and I finally resumed our relationship.

I remember that day. After holding back for over two months, I couldn't take it anymore. It happened to be Sunday, and I planned to force myself on my mother again. And the weather was perfect; my father had a meeting at work in the morning, and then he said he had a dinner party and might not be home until late. My younger brother was going to buy books and said he was going to hang out with his classmates and wouldn't be back until the afternoon. Before I could even see my father and brother off, I jumped up excitedly, thinking to myself that I had to have my fill today. They asked me why

I was so happy, and I quickly said, "Today I can play a little longer and don't have to study all the time." Even on holidays, my father would supervise my brother and me while we did our homework, so seeing me so happy, he didn't suspect anything. He just shook his head and said, "Mom will supervise your studies when she's home. You can't relax too much. If you get tired of studying, just play a little less." I agreed repeatedly, while my brother looked at me with some doubt. He probably thought I was acting strangely, because he knew I didn't like playing games or watching TV, but he didn't think much of it.

After watching them leave, I carefully closed the door. Just then, Mom came out of the bathroom, having just finished showering, a towel draped over her head and wearing a loose bathrobe. Staring at my flawless mother, I was momentarily stunned. Her wet hair hung down her beard, her delicate face flushed from the shower; Mom was so alluring. My penis instantly hardened, a bulge forming in my groin. Sensing my aggressive gaze, Mom gave me a disgusted look, went straight back to her room, quickly closed the door, and locked it. It seemed Mom didn't know that the same bedroom key could be used interchangeably. I could no longer control my lust and went back to my room to find the key.

*Click*, Mom's bedroom door opened easily. I impatiently stripped naked right there in the doorway, my penis erect and menacing. Mom was sitting at the dressing table combing her hair. Seeing me enter, she exclaimed, "How did you get in!" The next second, seeing my naked genitals, she muttered, "You beast." I went over to hug my mother, but she stood up and walked towards the door.

I followed behind her, pressing my genitals against her buttocks. Through her thin bathrobe, I could feel her plump vulva, a sensation that was irresistible. Suddenly, I reached out and grabbed her waist. Her waist was so slender, without an ounce of fat; I dared not use too much force, fearing I would break it. Under my control, my mother still walked slowly and laboriously towards the living room.

She didn't say a word to me the whole time, silently enduring and bearing it all. I changed my position, wrapping one arm around her waist, and using the other hand to rub her vulva through her bathrobe. My mother still didn't resist or make a sound, continuing to walk towards the living room. It seemed she was determined to ignore me. She laboriously made her way to the living room, a distance that usually takes less than ten seconds, taking her over two minutes, and me rubbing her vulva for over two minutes. I felt my penis swell like steel. My mother's genitals felt incredibly soft, so incredibly smooth. I noticed a glistening trail on her thigh; her vaginal fluid had flowed down her inner thigh and onto the floor, staining the tiles. This discovery nearly drove me mad.

After enduring my abuse for over two minutes, my mother went to the living room, poured herself a glass of water, and drank it. While she was drinking, I inserted my fingers through her bathrobe into her vagina. "Cough, cough," she coughed, perhaps from my sudden attack. Taking advantage of this, I quickened my pace, inserting and probing with one finger, then two. I saw her bathrobe soaked. Gradually, her body began to tremble, and she started breathing rapidly. I knew her orgasm was approaching. Just then, Mom straightened up, shoved me aside, and ran to the bathroom. She tried to turn around and close the door as soon as she entered, but I wouldn't let her. I held onto the sliding door tightly, preventing her from locking it. Mom wasn't as strong as me, and I slowly pulled the door open. Seeing she couldn't overcome me, she stopped pulling and turned to sit on the toilet.

I opened the sliding door and went in. It seemed Mom wanted to urinate, but as soon as I entered, she closed her legs and covered her genitals with her hands. I stood there, thinking I'd wait until she finished before continuing. I waited a long time, but she didn't relieve herself; she just stared at me intently. To me, Mom was incredibly cute at that moment; her still-erect genitals were erect again, even trembling. I couldn't hold back any longer. I stepped forward and spread her legs apart. Mom tried to push me away with all her might, but I simply pressed down on her knees, ignoring her attacks with her hands.

I reached into the toilet and continued to tease my mother's vagina, increasing the speed of my touch. "Stop, stop! No, don't do it anymore!" My mother's vaginal fluid was already soaking my palm, accompanied by the "drip-drip" sound of it falling into the toilet bowl. I inserted my third finger, while simultaneously untying my mother's bathrobe with my other hand. The whole process went smoothly, without any resistance. My mother had collapsed onto the toilet, and gradually her lower body began to respond to my thrusts. Although I knew this wasn't her intention, it didn't diminish my stimulation.

"Splish splash," accompanied by the lewd sounds from my mother's lower body, I began to suckle her breasts. Her nipples were already erect and standing on her areolas, a bright red as if about to bleed. "Drip drip drip..." "Ahhh!" My mother climaxed, and along with her vaginal fluid, her urine gushed out, soaking my entire arm. Even with her hands covering her mouth, Mom couldn't suppress the overwhelming pleasure of her orgasm, letting out wanton moans. Her son had forced her to reach orgasm on the toilet seat—what a lewd scene!

I picked Mom up and carried her to their bedroom. Knowing what was about to happen, she shifted nervously. I threw her onto the bed and thrust into her. Having endured so much, I began to pump rapidly. Mom remained motionless, like a corpse, letting me enter and exit her. At that moment, I felt immense happiness. Looking at the photo of my parents on the shelf, my lust surged again. I picked up the photo, turned Mom over, and she could see it now that her back was no longer to me. She closed her eyes, watching her body rise and fall with my thrusts, breathing heavily. "...Mmm...Mmm..." Mom, stimulated by the incest, moaned again, softly, but clearly. This time, Mom didn't cover her mouth anymore. I guessed she didn't have the strength to do so anymore. Amidst Mom's soft moans, I ejaculated.

It continued until noon, and I was still ravishing Mom beneath me. I had ejaculated three times so far and was currently having my fourth time with Mom. Mom had orgasmed twice, and the entire bed was soaked. At this moment, Mom and I were in a rear-entry position. Mom was crawling beneath me like a female dog, moaning and trembling. Mom's expression was pained, as if she was enduring immense torture, because I had inserted my fingers into Mom's anus. I wasn't thrusting, but just probing her rectum. Because she had just showered, there was no smell there; instead, there was a faint fragrance. "Hurry, hurry, finish, wait, wait for Xiaoxing to come back," Mom pleaded with me. Hearing this, I pulled out my fingers, hugged Mom from behind, and sped up my thrusts, the sounds of slapping echoing.

Just then, I heard the door open and thought, "Oh no, my brother's back." Mom started struggling again, but I wasn't about to give up, I was about to ejaculate. I started thrusting even faster. At this point, I didn't care about anything else, and the "slap slap slap" sounds became even crisper. "Huh, why is nobody here? What's that sound? This is..." I heard my brother's voice, followed by a knock on the door. Luckily, I locked the door when I carried Mom into the room. "Mom, are you home?" "Ah, ah, yes, I'm home," Mom replied with difficulty. "What are you doing? Where's your brother?" "Ha, I'm putting on a face mask, just... just finished showering." "And where's your brother?" "N-I don't know," Mom gritted her teeth and answered her brother, trying to suppress her pleasure.

"Please, son, Mom, please, please stop," Mom pleaded softly. I ignored her, pressing her body tightly against my waist, while simultaneously thrusting my hips against her vulva. Thick semen flooded her uterus. Mom trembled violently like a springy toy, murmuring unconsciously for a long time. "I'm going back to the room," my brother's voice came from outside. Mom and I lay limply together. I glanced at her; her vulva was covered in a white film of semen. A surge of accomplishment welled up inside me. I knew I had completely conquered Mom; from now on, she would never dare refuse my advances again. I rested for a while

, then sat up in bed. Mom seemed still not recovered, breathing heavily with her eyes closed. I pinched her nipple, wiped the semen from her vulva with the sheet, and got up to leave.

As soon as I stepped out of the bedroom, my head buzzed. I saw several wet streaks on the living room floor and smelled a strong, lewd odor in the air. I knew I was in trouble. Not only that, but right at my parents' doorway, there were my slippers and underwear. In the bathroom, there was my mother's bathrobe, completely soaked. There was also white fluid from her genitals in the toilet. The room was a complete mess. My brother probably already guessed what had happened. Thinking about this, I was filled with shock and fear, yet also a strange sense of excitement. Exhausted, I went back to my room and lay down, slowly thinking of a solution. While pondering my escape route, I fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, it was already evening. The mess inside had been cleaned up. I saw my mother sitting on the sofa in the living room, her face terribly pale, with tear stains on her cheeks. My younger brother was nowhere to be found. I went up to my mother and hugged her, asking what had happened. She kept shaking her head and wouldn't say. I thought she was still angry with me, so I promised her I wouldn't do it again. She just shook her head and didn't say anything…

Later, I locked the hidden lock on the front door, just in case. After that, nothing like that happened again. Of course, there were a few times when my family happened to be home, but we always ended up calling the police for the bicycle shed.

Summer and winter vacations were the hardest times for me because there weren't many opportunities during the holidays. I cherished every opportunity, making them all unforgettable.

I remember one time during the summer vacation of my second year of high school. My father accompanied my grandmother back to her hometown and wouldn't be back until the next day. That night, I sneaked into my mother's room and stayed on her bed for most of the night, pestering her to make love to her seven or eight times before she was satisfied.

That was the most we ever made love in one day.

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

Taking advantage of the school sports meet, I ran home. My mother was both happy and worried about my return. Of course, she knew why I came back.

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

That day, I experienced immense satisfaction. I finally understood what "absence makes the heart grow fonder" meant. I kissed every part of my mother's body again and again. The feeling of penetration was so satisfying, stimulating my hips to thrust repeatedly. I pumped my strong, thick penis into my beloved mother, engaging in the most primal animal instinct—sexual intercourse. My movements were sometimes passionate, sometimes gentle, greedily enjoying my mother's body. Even long after ejaculation, I didn't want to withdraw from her.

The next day, I reluctantly left home and returned to school.

Winter break arrived quickly. During that winter break, because my father was busy and my younger brother was preparing for high school entrance exams, I had more opportunities to spend time alone with my mother than usual. That winter break was very pleasant. With my father away, I often felt safe and could sleep in my mother's arms all night. Of course, each time it was only after I strongly insisted that my mother agree, and the door had to be locked from the inside, with a double lock. Sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night and look at my mother sleeping soundly in bed, her face flushed. She was well-maintained and her figure was still slender and shapely. Although she was still wearing her nightgown, it was already disheveled and damp...

I couldn't help but feel a strong lust rising in my heart. The smell of my mother's vulva filled my brain, and at this moment, my penis would miraculously become hard again...

I couldn't resist lifting my mother's legs again and penetrating her body once more...

I slowly pushed my penis into her vagina until it touched her cervix. It was a warm, slippery sensation, my entire penis enveloped in its warmth... However, I didn't rush to thrust in; I simply left it inside her vagina, savoring the warmth of returning to her womb...

Deep down, I felt a profound guilt towards my mother. After my brother discovered our sexual encounter, I soon found many nude photos of her on his phone, including numerous photos and videos of her having sex with boys her age. I knew my brother had used this to blackmail my mother, but I pretended not to know, pretended not to understand her suffering, and continued to vent my excessive desires on her. Sometimes, when we made love, I noticed deep marks on her thighs from binding her legs. Every time this happened, I thought of my past beastly acts towards my mother, which had now been replicated in my brother's actions. I felt immense guilt and remorse. My mother had endured so much for this family. At that time, I would treat my mother gently, so that she could truly enjoy herself instead of being violated.

I am sorry to my mother. I turned my gentle brother, who always loved and respected her, into a lustful beast who only wanted to vent his sexual desires on her. In fact, my brother's lust was even greater than mine. Those videos shocked me deeply. It must have been when my brother was in his final year of high school and my mother was accompanying him. I went to that rented room. It wasn't small, but it only had one room and one large bed. I can imagine the hardship my mother endured day and night being violated by my brother while also taking care of his basic needs.

In the videos, my mother was initially being held by a boy I didn't know. My mother's beautiful back was pressed against the boy's chest, and both of them were completely naked. The boy, with his arms wrapped around his mother's legs, spread them wide open and strutted around the room arrogantly, occasionally letting out pleasurable exclamations: "Aunt Rou's back door is even tighter than her front door, ah, so good!" Looking down the video camera, I could see the boy's penis inserted into my mother's genitals, her vulva swollen and red, white semen flowing out. I noticed my mother seemed to be unconscious. Hearing the sounds in the video enraged me even more. My brother had given my mother five whole triazolam pills because she wouldn't let them play with her anus! My heart was bleeding; those were powerful sleeping pills! I wanted to yell at my brother: "That's your own mother!" But I had no right. My mother's suffering all stemmed from me.

The second video shows the mother completely naked, pressed tightly against the balcony's French windows. Her breasts are deformed from the pressure, and her hands and feet are firmly taped to the window glass with countless layers of tape. A vibrator is inserted into her genitals and is also firmly taped to her inner thighs. Keep in mind, this is on the second floor! Everyone in the building directly opposite, the neighboring buildings, and even passersby outside can see it clearly. They had absolutely no regard for the mother's dignity. I saw countless hands touching my mother's delicate body, and I can't remember how many exclamations I heard praising her figure and face: "Aunt Zheng Rou, not only is her name beautiful, her voice beautiful, and she's stunningly beautiful, but her figure is also amazing! How can there be such a perfect woman?" "Yes, I really envy Ah Xing for having such a wonderful mother!" At the end of the video, I heard my mother's hysterical screams, and saw her desperately shaking her legs because she couldn't bear the intense vibrations, repeatedly banging her knees against the balcony glass. These inhuman beasts didn't put her down until she fainted, and I saw the pool of blood on the ground diluted with white love fluid.

I thought of the torture I had inflicted on my mother, and I slapped myself with all my might. The memory flashed back: a demon used long chopsticks to shove into my mother's anus, used a speculum to open her vagina, repeatedly scraped her vaginal walls with his fingernails, and used a vibrator to make her limbs spasm. Yes, I was that demon, a beast.

There was a third video where my mother's underwear was pulled down on a bus by my younger brother, exposing her genitals to others. There was a fourth video, a fifth video…

I even found a photo album on my brother's phone called "Happy Senior Year," containing over 300 photos, each showing my brother ejaculating inside my mother. Some were taken in our rented apartment, on the balcony, on the double bed, in the bathroom, the kitchen, and even in the hallway. One photo showed my mother being pinned down in a corner of a swimming pool surrounded by people, white semen floating on the surface.

I know this was after my brother graduated high school, when he asked my father if he could go swimming with my mother. My mother strongly refused, but my father said she didn't understand the importance of work-life balance. Little did he know, his idea of "comfort" was my mother's genitals being used to lubricate my brother. I don't know who took these photos; I only know that even through the phone screen, I could feel my mother's humiliation and helplessness. Each photo showed her tightly clenched lips, her clenched fists, and her desperate eyes. Perhaps due to the intense stimulation from young semen, my mother became increasingly beautiful and captivating, but also increasingly taciturn.

I thought the matter ended there, but it was far from over. Later, I discovered 147 photos titled "Classmates Ejaculating Inside Mom" in my brother's social media collection. Each photo depicted strangers raping my mother. Initially, she resisted, but judging from later photos, she stopped resisting. There were even several photos of her in a woman-on-top position, though her expression clearly indicated she wasn't consenting. There were also

56 photos titled "A Pleasant Weekend," which showed my brother and his classmates gang-raping my mother. The largest photo had about 20 people, while the smallest had 7 or 8. Considering my mother's body wasn't what it used to be, and seeing so many strong, energetic young men relentlessly raping her, I was truly worried for her. In the photos, my mother looked as if she were bathing in semen; her vagina was swollen and red, turned inside out, and the semen flowing out had formed streams. These boys were treating my mother like a public latrine, tirelessly venting their primal desires.

There was even a book titled "Mom's Three Meals," containing 1700 images. At first, I was confused, wondering what it was. But after clicking on it, my blood boiled. The images showed Mom's food served separately, mixed with copious amounts of semen. The first picture showed a group of young children surrounding Mom, stuffing semen into her mouth. At first, Mom gagged, but gradually she started eating expressionlessly. Seeing her lewd appearance with semen on her lips, I uncontrollably became aroused.

One photo in particular stuck with me: Mom was sitting on a sofa with her mouth open, clearly forced, even with handprints on her face. A boy I didn't recognize, presumably my younger brother's classmate, was some distance away, frantically masturbating into Mom's open mouth. The next photo showed another person, and soon Mom's mouth was filled with semen. Finally, Mom's mouth was pinched shut, forcing her to swallow it all. Seeing these photos of Mom gagging... I truly never imagined my mother's body could be used in so many ways. I can't help but feel sorry for her; she was truly pitiful. In her youth, she was incredibly beautiful, with countless suitors. She eventually married my father, hoping for a happy ending, but instead, she was endlessly tormented by her two beastly sons.

I'm not sure if my father was completely unaware of my brother and mother's affair. I think he knew something, more or less, but he was completely oblivious to my relationship with my mother.

Now I'm working, and my brother has left home for university. My mother is finally free from hell. I actually miss those days, but I feel utterly ashamed of the harm I caused her. However, I'm grateful that I had that kind of relationship with her. There's no right or wrong in such matters; as long as you have peace of mind, that's enough. Isn't that right?

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