I asked my mom to help me treat my acne.

I asked my mom to help me treat my acne.

Since starting junior high, I've had pimples on my face. Some classmates also had them, and we called each other "acne-prone," a sign of adulthood.
But mine kept getting worse, and by high school, my face was covered in bumps of all sizes. My classmates nicknamed me "the professional acne grower." I went to all the big hospitals in the city and tried many medications, but nothing worked. My classmates joked that I should call the police because a face full of bumps was too scary and would affect public order.

Seeing my face covered in bumps, I felt helpless. My classmates laughed at me and ignored me, making me increasingly burdened with anxiety.

One afternoon, after the second period, the teachers had a meeting and let us leave school early.

I went to the third floor of the Xinhua Bookstore, where they sold medical books, hoping to find some new books on acne treatment. But it was the same old books; I'd tried all the treatments in them without success.

Walking home from the bookstore, I passed a hospital. The corridors were empty. After registering, I went to the dermatology department, where two doctors were chatting. I 'd been to the doctor a few times before, and we knew each other. Looking at my face, he seemed troubled. After writing the prescription, he handed it to me and said, "Try these medications for a while and see how it goes."

I went outside and looked at the names of the medications on the prescription. I'd tried all of them before. Angrily, I crumpled the prescription into a ball and threw it in the corner. Just then, I heard a doctor inside say, "This young man, don't be fooled by his acne. Once he gets married, it'll all be gone in a few days."

On my way home, I thought about what the doctor said. I understood exactly what he meant: acne could be treated through sex. Why not give it a try?

Thinking about sex, I immediately thought of my mother. She was a nurse at a factory clinic, and my father worked for the railway engineering bureau, often away building railways and rarely home.

I was an only child, and my mother had always spoiled me. I loved her very much, and we talked about everything. Ever since I understood these things between men and women, I often fantasized about having sex with my mother. To treat my acne, I wanted to turn this fantasy into reality. As I walked home, I thought about how to carry out my plan.

When I got home, my mother was in the kitchen making dinner. I started doing my homework. At dinner, I told my mom, "I went to the hospital again after school."

Mom asked, "Did you get your medicine?"

I said, "I've tried all the old medicines, but they didn't work, so I didn't get any. But after I came out, I overheard the doctors talking inside, and they said there's a way to cure it."

Mom asked again, "What way?"

I told her what the doctor said and asked her if this method would work. Mom thought for a while and said, "It might make some sense. What does this have to do with a child like you? Hurry up and finish your homework."

After finishing my homework and taking a shower that night, I saw Mom sitting on the sofa in her pajamas watching TV. I sat down next to her, and she turned around and looked at my face carefully. I said, "You studied medicine, and you can't even cure your son's illness!"

Mom said with difficulty, "I'm a nurse, not a doctor."

After chatting for a while, I brought up what the doctor had said that afternoon. I said, "Having acne means I'm an adult. I know everything. Since the doctor's advice makes sense, why not give it a try?"

My mom said, "You're still so young. Don't mess around outside. You have school tomorrow, go to bed early."
I tugged at my mom's arm and said, "I want to sleep with you, Mom."

My mom said, "You're so old, why do you still want to sleep with me?"

I knew that if I persisted, she would eventually agree, and she finally did.

Lying in bed with my mom's arm, I quickly fell asleep.

From then on, I slept with my mom every day. A few days later, one night while sleeping, I was holding my mother in bed. She asked me, "Why do you want to sleep with me?"

I said, "I want you to help me treat my acne like the doctor said the other day."

My mother knew what I meant, of course. She said, "We are mother and son, this is incest."

I said, "I don't care, I've wanted to have sex with you for a long time, as long as no one else knows, it's fine."

I touched her breasts through her pajamas. After a while, I suddenly reached into her pajamas and grabbed her breasts. She pressed my hand down and said, "Don't do this."

But I kept holding on. After a while, she slowly let go. I touched her soft breasts, and then moved down to her stomach. She didn't resist. For the next few days, I slept with my mother's breasts in my arms.

One night, I touched her lower stomach and gently lifted her panty strap with my fingers. I quickly reached for her genitals. My mother immediately grabbed my hand and clamped her legs tightly to prevent my hand from going down. But my hand was already on her thick pubic hair. My mother tried to persuade me not to do this, but I persisted. She turned her back to me.

I held her tightly, my engorged penis protruding from my underwear, pressing firmly against my mother's buttocks. I quickly ejaculated onto her underwear, and she reluctantly pulled it off. I took off my underwear, wiped the semen off my penis, and, naked, hugged her, wrapping my legs around her smooth legs as we fell asleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night, my penis hard again against her. I rubbed her breasts, then climbed on top of her, sucking on her nipples. Soon I heard my mother moan softly, her body moving.

I put my hand inside her vagina, and this time she didn't stop me. My fingers slowly went inside her vagina; it was wet. I rubbed her genitals with my hand, and I could feel her pull down her panties. I kissed her, my big penis already pressed against her vulva. Soon, I felt her grab my penis and push it into her vagina. Her vagina was tight and slippery. I thrust vigorously for about ten minutes. Her moans grew louder and louder, her whole body trembled and spasmed, and her vaginal walls throbbed. I never expected my mother to react so strongly. Soon, I couldn't hold back anymore and ejaculated all my semen into her vagina. After

a while, she gradually relaxed, and her moans subsided. We hugged and kissed for a long time. Finally, my mother said, "Okay, go to the bathroom to wash up."
In the days that followed, except for my period, I had sex with my mother almost every day. A few months later, a miracle happened: the acne on my face gradually decreased and eventually disappeared completely. But my "sexual" bliss with my mother continued.

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