Mother and Me

Published on January 8, 2016, at First Club:

My mother and I were both Hui Muslims. The stubborn religious customs of Muslims may be the root of my mother's tragic marriage.

Of course, my understanding comes from my mother's stories. In her tales, my maternal grandparents were largely uneducated and uncultured; their only accomplishments were raising four children, including my mother, and their faith in Allah—though they never read the Quran in its entirety.

This belief naturally influenced their children.

So, when my mother graduated from a vocational nursing school at 19, she met my father through my grandparents' introduction. He was also Hui and worked as an ordinary worker. My mother became a doctor at the county hospital. They married when my mother was 20. However,

my mother never told me anything about her married life after marrying my father. As a child, I didn't pay attention; but as I grew older, I gradually understood why my mother never wanted to talk about my father.

It's said that back then, my father not only struggled with alcoholism and gambling, but also frequented prostitutes. So, not long after I was born, my mother, to escape my father, resigned from the hospital and opened a clinic in the provincial capital. My father, however, completely ignored her departure. Then one day, his body was found at a remote intersection frequented only by heavy trucks; by then, it had been crushed by the trucks until only a thin layer of skin remained. I was two years old that year.

Of course, these events didn't affect my mother much. She simply fulfilled her final duty as a wife, collecting the body and that was it. She had no interest in knowing why my father had become like that. Even my maternal grandparents, who had initially expressed great dissatisfaction with my mother's departure from my father, seemed to have stopped pressuring her.

Freed from the constraints of family, my mother's life and career finally got back on track. My mother was already tall and beautiful, and before she married, she was a well-known beauty in the county. After arriving in the provincial capital, she quickly gained a reputation in the surrounding communities thanks to her attentive service and superb medical skills. If it weren't for her status as a widow and Hui ethnicity, the number of suitors could probably form a reinforced platoon.

Later, when I was in the third grade of elementary school, my mother finally saved enough money to buy a two-story shop facing the street. The first floor remained the clinic, while the two bedrooms and one living room on the second floor became my mother and me's residence, with each of us having our own room.

It was from that time that I gradually noticed some uncles around the neighborhood often giving my mother strange looks. At first, I didn't quite understand, but later I realized that this kind of look was called lecherous. However, at that time, my understanding of sex was very limited; I only knew that these uncles around my mother definitely had ulterior motives.

Of course, perhaps because I was still a child, my mother wasn't very discreet about some of her actions. For example, only I knew that in the hot summer, my mother usually only wore underwear under her short-sleeved white coat, and sometimes she even went braless when making house calls. More than once, while my mother was changing clothes before her morning rounds, she noticed me staring at her body. She would usually just scold me gently, "You little rascal." More often than not, she would remain silent. As a child with a weak understanding of sexuality, I didn't think much of it, but as I grew older, I realized with a

start that my mother was indeed capable of what most people couldn't. You see, in the clinic downstairs, there were often more than ten men, women, and children of all ages. That's how my mother's body became the first female body I truly understood. I gradually realized that my mother was absolutely the most beautiful woman around me. Not to mention my female classmates who hadn't yet grown up, even my teachers at school didn't have a figure as near-perfect as my mother's. Especially her firm, full breasts, without any sagging, which completely captivated me.

And so, during the winter vacation of sixth grade, when I was 12 years old, I had my first nocturnal emission. That day, I had a wet dream. I dreamt that my mother was having breakfast with me on the second floor of our house. She was only wearing underwear. Her breasts were full, her buttocks were large and white, and her flat stomach had almost no excess fat. As we ate, my mother suddenly started to take off her clothes. Just as she was about to remove her bra so I could get a good look, I suddenly felt my lower body lose control. The unprecedented pleasure from the violent ejaculation woke me up.

I didn't quite understand what had happened to me, but I knew that the large, sticky stain on my underwear was probably not a good thing.

I groped in the dark, quietly took off my underwear, and got out of bed naked. I didn't want to disturb my mother, so I decided to wash the dirty stuff myself.

But just as I quietly went to the bathroom and turned on the tap, the sound of running water woke my mother.

"What are you doing?" My mother's words startled me. I turned around sharply and found my mother standing in the bathroom doorway behind me, wearing her pajamas.

I noticed my mother wasn't fully awake; her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were narrowed, but what really caught my eye were her prominent nipples beneath her pajamas. Remembering my earlier erotic dream, I felt my face flush, and my penis instantly became erect. This made me incredibly embarrassed, still naked. After all, my hands were still washing my underwear, and my erect penis was completely exposed to my mother's gaze.

Seeing my expression, she suddenly snapped out of it, as if she understood something.

I saw her immediately turn and leave the bathroom. Just as I was feeling confused, less than ten seconds later, my mother returned with a new pair of underwear.

"Here, go back and change into a new pair." She told me to dry my hands and handed me the new underwear. "Go back to sleep." I felt my mother glance at my erect penis. I didn't dare say a word, grabbed the underwear, hastily put it on, and ran back to my room.

I don't know what I was thinking; my mind felt like a complete mess, and I fell asleep in a daze.

Because it was winter break, I slept until nine in the morning on the second day. My mother had already gone downstairs and didn't wake me before eight as usual. My breakfast had already been prepared by my mother, and unlike before, there was an extra egg.

I felt uneasy, thinking that my mother must know something. I wolfed down my breakfast and then anxiously watched TV.

It wasn't until noon that my mother came back upstairs, handed me a book, and gently patted my head. "It's okay, you're a big kid now. Here, take a good look." I took the book hesitantly, "Human Physiology," a rather thick book.

Later, I realized that I had forgotten exactly how I spent those days; I only remembered holding that thick book and reading it diligently for several days. I then understood that what flowed out of my body that night was semen, and that I had experienced nocturnal emission, which is a normal physiological phenomenon. Besides that, I learned a lot more, such as what my penis and testicles, and other male reproductive organs were all about, my puberty, and the female genital atlas that I was most interested in… This thick book gave me almost everything I wanted to know about sex.

This excited me immensely, and a week later, on the night my mother took the book back, I had another erotic dream and then ejaculated.

This dream was similar to the previous one; I dreamt of my mother again. She was facing away from me, and I could clearly see her rounded buttocks and smooth back. My hands trembled as I gently stroked her shoulders. Suddenly, my lower body lost control again.

However, I was no longer nervous. I took off my underwear, and, with my bottom bare, quietly went to the bathroom, threw it into the basin, and changed into a clean pair.

The next day, I got up early. Of course, my mother got up much earlier than me. I found that she had already washed the dirty underwear, and it was hanging on the second-floor balcony.

My mother didn't seem surprised or show any particular emotion.

I felt relieved. At that moment, I suddenly felt that my mother was truly the best mother in the world.

Winter passed and spring came. My mother and I lived our lives slowly like this. Soon, I entered junior high school.

Perhaps because I developed particularly early, or perhaps because I inherited my mother's height genes, my height shot up like lightning during junior high school. 140, 150, 160, 170... I grew a lot taller almost every semester, and by the time I started my third year of junior high, I was 14 years old and had reached 170 cm in height. Of course, what most people don't know is that, perhaps thanks to good lifestyle habits, my genitals developed even more remarkably, reaching 15 centimeters in length when fully erect.

Around this time, various adult novels were circulating among my classmates, of all kinds—martial arts, urban romance, and of course, plenty with incestuous themes.

Many classmates started dating early, and some even began to indulge in premarital sex. But none of this concerned me.

Because, in my eyes, these female classmates were simply too ugly, incomparable to my mother.

Yes, after two years, I found my desire for my mother's body had become even more intense. My mother's full breasts, her pert buttocks, her flat stomach, her long legs… almost every week, my mother's body would visit my dreams, haunting my every thought.

If it was unconscious at first, now, almost every time I had a wet dream, I would put my semen-stained underwear in the bathroom for my mother to see. Of course, my mother would always wash it clean the next day.

I felt like I was turning into a psychopath. Although my mother never said anything, I could sense that something was changing.

This caused me pain, and I began to channel all my desires into studying. Partly to please my mother, and partly to numb myself and find peace.

The temporary calm was just preparation for the eruption. Years later, when I looked back, I realized that my longing for my mother had grown stronger and stronger.

Under the pressure of the high school entrance exam and this inexplicable longing, the Spring Festival arrived.

My mother's clinic closed early. The occasional sound of firecrackers added to the festive atmosphere. As in previous years, it was just my mother and me this Spring Festival. On this special day, I stopped studying and doing exercises and instead helped my mother with chores. We cooked delicious meals while watching TV.

Just as we were about to eat, my mother pulled out a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) from somewhere.

"Come on, it's the New Year today, Mom is happy, have a drink with Mom," my mother said excitedly.

I was a little surprised, but I didn't refuse my mother. Although I had never drunk alcohol before, I knew she wasn't a big drinker.

"Okay, but I've never drunk alcohol before, so I have to drink slowly, not too fast," my mother agreed.

So, in the warm second-floor room, my mother and I poured each other wine and sipped it slowly.

This was my first time drinking. The wine must have been good; it was very strong. After only a short while, I felt a little dizzy. But seeing how happy my mother was, I decided to persevere.

I chatted with my mother and watched TV. Soon, when the clock struck midnight, the bottle was finished. At that moment, I couldn't go on any longer. After a dizzying sensation, I finally lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, it was still dark. My head was throbbing, and it was pitch black all around, while firecrackers were going off outside the window.

I then realized that it must be the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year. Last night, I drank with my mother all night, and now…

I suddenly realized I wasn't sleeping in my single bed in my own bedroom, but in my mother's double bed. I was completely naked, not even wearing underwear.

Where was Mom? The air was filled with her scent. A thought struck me, and I turned my head, and sure enough, I saw Mom sleeping beside me, her shapely body rising and falling rhythmically with her breathing under the covers.

"…" My mind went completely blank. I never imagined that the scene I longed for day and night would actually appear before my eyes.

I became excited. I carefully moved closer to my mother. I could clearly feel that she was only wearing a nightgown, without a bra. As for underwear, I didn't have time to think about that at that moment.

How long had it been since I slept in the same bed as my mother? I couldn't remember anymore; it was probably not long after I started elementary school that I began sleeping in separate beds from her.

When I touched my mother's bare arm, I dared not think any further, nor could I.

An irresistible force instantly took over my mind (later, I realized it was the feeling of being driven mad by lust). I pulled my mother into the crook of my right arm, and gently slipped my left hand inside her nightgown, softly kneading her full breasts that I had longed for.

"Mom...Mom..." I whispered to my mother.

Perhaps because of the alcohol, my mother was sleeping soundly and didn't wake up immediately. She only nudged my chest and didn't struggle.

I grew bolder and began to imitate what I had seen in movies and television, gently kissing her forehead, her cheeks, and her neck. At the same time, my left hand slowly pulled down the straps of her nightgown, carefully feeling my mother's breasts and her somewhat hard nipples.

My tall, fit mother possessed equally magnificent breasts. I felt their fullness and elasticity; when I gently kneaded them, they felt as soft as water, making me hesitant to apply too much pressure. I could only carefully caress them with my own small, delicate hands, occasionally flicking the tiny, peanut-sized nipples. In the darkness, my breathing quickened. I felt I should suckle those nipples forcefully.

"Oh..." Just as I was immersed in my happiness, a soft moan escaped my lips. I suddenly realized that my mother, in my arms, had opened her eyes.

My hands froze, and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

"Mom..." I whispered to my mother.

"Hmm... what are you doing?" Waking up in this situation seemed to have surprised my mother as well. She later told me that because we were almost face-to-face, lying sideways in bed, she could clearly feel my breath. At that moment, her mind went blank, and she didn't know how to speak to me.

"I want to nurse," I whispered in my mother's ear, for some reason.

“Then eat…” my mother murmured, but was there permission? Longing? Request? Command? Or something else entirely? I no longer knew.

But I didn't know what my mother meant. Nevertheless, I obeyed my body's desire, lowered my head, and in the darkness, took turns placing her already erect nipples into my mouth, gently licking and sucking, careful not to hurt her.

My mother held my head, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

I would occasionally peek at her; in the darkness, I couldn't clearly see her expression, only guessing from her increasingly tight grip.

Gradually, I grew bolder. I suddenly looked up and kissed my mother's soft lips. My instincts told me that this was definitely the right thing to do.

My mother seemed surprised by my actions and somewhat resistant, her hands weakly pushing against my chest.

But she only hesitated for a moment before obediently opening her lips.

To my surprise, I felt my mother's nimble tongue enter my mouth, chasing my tender tongue, bringing a burning sensation that flowed throughout my body.

This feeling overwhelmed me. Only then did I understand that the feeling of kissing was so captivating, even making my whole body tremble.

I hugged my mother tightly and kissed her. We quickly became perfectly in sync; our tongues, like two nimble little snakes, intertwined and danced. We exchanged saliva generously, our bodies entwined, gently licking every corner of each other's mouths, chasing and playing.

My desire surged, my body pressed against her relentlessly. I almost lost my mind. My subconscious told me that only my mother's warm body could cool my burning lust.

Suddenly, my mother rolled over, pinning me beneath her, and grabbed my already rock-hard penis. "Don't move!" she gasped, telling me to lie still.

Only then did I realize that my mother was completely naked.

I saw that she was squatting strangely above my hips, and in the dim light, I could see between her legs. Her pubic area seemed clean; there wasn't the dark patch of pubic hair I had imagined.

Was that my mother's vagina? I wondered to myself.

Before I could even think, my mother slowly knelt down in front of my penis. A strange sensation surged from the head of my penis, warm, as if breaking through layer after layer of obstacles, reaching all the way to the bottom.

When my mother sat down completely, my penis seemed to have reached the very end of her vagina.

I think I understood something. My mother leaned forward, half-kneeling against my chest, and I could hear her panting in my ears.

I couldn't hold back any longer; waves of pleasure rushed from my brain to my limbs, then my limbs gradually weakened, as if all the strength in my body was rapidly converging on my penis. Accompanied by a wave of exhausting pleasure, an unprecedented surge of heat finally erupted from my penis, spraying into my mother's body.

Seeing my expression, my mother immediately noticed my change. She lifted herself up, and my rapidly softening penis slid out of her.

"Silly boy..." my mother patted my belly and murmured, "My son has grown up." I didn't know what to say, so I just lay there dumbly, motionless. My mother reached for some tissues at the bedside and handed them to me. "Here, wipe yourself clean." I said "Okay" and obediently wiped the sticky fluid from my lower body. I felt embarrassed. Although I felt that perhaps from tonight onwards, my relationship with my mother should be different, I wasn't quite sure what exactly it should be like.

"Mom!" Seeing that my mother had also wiped herself clean with tissues, I called out to her somewhat shyly. Actually, I wanted to stay in my mother's bed. After such a night, how could I possibly sleep back in my own single bed?

My mother hesitated for a moment. "Go to sleep, there's a lot to do tomorrow." I didn't dare to say anything more, lying down obediently with my bare bottom exposed. However, the thought of my mother beside me warmed my heart again.

"Mom..." I whispered, "What is it?" "I want to nurse." I was getting bolder.

"...Then come and nurse." My mother seemed to pause for a moment before agreeing, her voice soft.

I happily snuggled into my mother's arms again, taking one of her nipples into my mouth and savoring it, gently kneading it with my hands. My naked penis became erect again, pressing hard against my mother's thigh. My mother didn't move much, only quietly stroking my back.

"Eat...sleep...eat...sleep..." my mother murmured softly.

Perhaps because I was too tired, I actually fell asleep in my mother's arms.

The next day, I was awakened again by a noisy burst of firecrackers. Unlike last time, this time it was already bright, and my mother had gotten up sometime earlier to prepare a sumptuous breakfast for me.

I got dressed and looked at my mother a little nervously.

"What are you looking at? Come and eat!" my mother said to me, a little annoyed, as usual.

"Oh..." I sat down carefully and began to eat breakfast.

Was everything that happened last night just a dream? I began to doubt whether my memory was faulty. But last night's dream was so real, so real that I can still recall most of the details.

But if it wasn't a dream, then…

Thinking this, I couldn't help but glance at my mother.

She seemed no different than usual. Then she turned her head and looked at me.

"What are you looking at, you brat?" Under my gaze, her face turned red.

I was surprised.

"Mom, you're so beautiful." The words slipped out almost without thinking.

My mother immediately looked surprised, "Smack!" Immediately afterward, she hit me on the head with her chopsticks. "What are you thinking about, you brat? Eat your food!" I touched my head; it didn't hurt much, but I saw that my mother's face was even redder.

That day, nothing unusual happened between my mother and me. That evening, my mother's clinic was locked and closed early again. But no one seemed to care, because it was New Year's Day.

But I understood that the relationship between my mother and me was different now.

After dinner, my mother and I still watched TV quietly together, neither of us speaking. My mother held the remote control, randomly flipping through channels. I would steal glances at her every now and then, but I couldn't discern anything from her face.

After all, I was just a boy under 15 at the time, unable to understand a woman's state of mind at that age. My mother was 35 then, the same age I am now. It wasn't until years later, after I started dating and sleeping with girls of different ages, that I gained a new understanding of my mother's feelings back then.

At that time, as a young boy, I was unable to initiate any sexual activity with my beloved mother. I believed that everything should be under her control, and indeed, that was the case.

It happened around 9 o'clock. My mother had already gotten up and gone to the bathroom to wash up, while I was still sitting alone on the sofa watching TV, completely oblivious. Perhaps it was a sixth sense telling me something was about to happen,

but I felt restless on the sofa. I kept glancing towards the bathroom, listening to the running water, and my heart felt like it was being crawled on by a thousand ants—itchy and numb. My penis was already erect, hard and uncomfortable in my underwear.

After what seemed like an eternity, my mother, as usual, came out of the bathroom wrapped in a white bath towel. "I'm done," she said, her voice sounding a little slow. "Go wash up." I said "Okay," feeling as if her eyes were constantly on me. I couldn't meet her gaze and hurriedly went into the bathroom.

The bathroom seemed to still carry her scent, which made my penis... I took deep breaths, finally managing to calm down. As if possessed, I didn't lock the bathroom door from the inside, unlike before. Maybe... maybe my mother hadn't locked it either? I didn't dare think any further.

As I undressed and the warm water flowed from the showerhead, looking at my erect penis, I felt a renewed urge to release.

I wasn't unfamiliar with masturbation, but the sensation was nothing compared to what my mother had given me last night. Suddenly, I didn't want to masturbate anymore.

Facing the bathroom mirror, looking at my erect penis, I vigorously rubbed my skin, as if trying to unleash all my pent-up desire onto the washcloth.

Just as I was releasing in the bathroom, an unexpected event occurred.

The bathroom light suddenly went out.

I froze, the room instantly pitch black.

"This isn't a power outage." I quickly determined that it wasn't a power outage because I could hear the television outside. My mother seemed to still be watching TV, which meant it wasn't a power outage.

"Could the light bulb be broken?" Just as I was puzzled, the bathroom door opened, and in the dim light of the television, I saw my mother walk in.

"Mom..." I noticed something was off about my mother, but when she got close enough, I realized she was completely naked.

I was stunned. I had never seen my mother like this before. I even forgot to ask her why the lights in the bathroom and living room were off.

"Turn around," my mother commanded, her voice trembling.

I didn't quite understand why, but my body still turned around reflexively.

It might have only been two or three seconds, but to me, it felt like an eternity.

I felt my mother's soft hands on my back, but they didn't linger long before slipping under my armpits and touching my chest. Then, my mother's hot body pressed against mine, tightly against my back. In those few seconds, I could clearly feel my mother's nipples rubbing and brushing against my chest.

I seemed to realize something, and my hands suddenly reached behind me, grabbing my mother's firm, round buttocks.

I couldn't believe that the body of my mother, whom I had longed for day and night, was actually beside me, and not in the somewhat coincidental darkness of the previous night, but right before my eyes.

I lost control of my body; the pent-up energy within me began to erupt uncontrollably.

My mother immediately noticed the change in my body. She knelt down and grabbed my throbbing penis from behind, gently kneading it, which made my ejaculation even more intense, wave after wave, seemingly endless.

I don't know how much time passed before I finally came to my senses from the pleasure of ejaculation.

I couldn't see my mother's expression, but I felt incredibly embarrassed by my behavior.

"What a silly little thing," my mother said, standing up and chuckling. "Are you clean? Dry yourself off quickly and come with me." I didn't dare say anything more, just agreed, grabbed a towel, and roughly dried myself off. My mother then led me out.

Holding her soft hand, I felt a little dizzy, and in a daze, I was led into the bedroom. Without any further words, my mother and I immediately became intimate on the bed, kissing each other deeply. When my mother's erect nipples brushed against my body, I felt a shiver run through me.

This intoxicated me, and our bodies quickly became entangled.

Without much tenderness, my erect penis slid smoothly into my mother's body. Only then did I realize she was already very wet. Unlike last night, this time I was on top, and she was on the bottom. My mother's legs gently parted, spreading on either side of my body.

Again, unlike last night, I deeply felt that almost heavenly pleasure. My penis, being a young boy, was extremely sensitive. I felt that my mother's wet vagina wasn't very tight, but rather, with perfectly gentle, continuous waves, it enveloped me, intoxicatingly pleasurable.

I began to thrust vigorously, almost instinctively. In the darkness, I heard her breathing heavily, which made me, with almost zero experience, feel uneasy. Just as I decided to slow down, I suddenly felt a violent contraction deep inside her, like a hand gripping my glans.

How could a boy possibly endure such stimulation? I ejaculated violently, my body pressed tightly against my mother's, as if I wanted to crush her in my arms.

The orgasm didn't last long, but it felt like an eternity.

This is what sex feels like… I thought to myself.

I rolled over and slid off my mother's body, my wet penis slipping out of her vagina.

This might not have been the most intense sex, but it was definitely the most psychologically stimulating.

After this incestuous act, my mother and I, both of us, were drenched in sweat.

Perhaps because I ejaculated so quickly, my mother began to comfort me with her experience, telling me that boys usually ejaculate quickly the first time, and not to worry.

Perhaps because the rapid ejaculation had left me mentally exhausted, I actually fell asleep while caressing my mother's round breasts.

When I woke up again, it was around 7 a.m., and dawn was breaking. I was still in my mother's arms.

Only then, in the sunlight, could I see my mother's body clearly. Even lying flat, her full breasts showed no signs of sagging. They felt plump and soft to the touch, and her nipples were large, deep red, like two beautiful agates, firm to the touch.

I was instantly aroused, and my penis became erect again.

I lay on my mother's chest and began to savor her full breasts, sucking on one and then the other, my saliva covering her beautiful nipples.

My actions woke my mother. I saw her eyes were hazy, and she gently stroked my hair, saying, "Eat, eat..." After a short while, I rolled onto my mother's body and entered her vagina again.

My mother's vagina was still as warm and moist as it had been the night before, tightly enveloping my penis. I looked down and saw that her pubic hair was thick but neatly arranged. My still somewhat immature penis moved in and out between her slightly reddened labia, enveloped in her white fluid, which was incredibly stimulating.

Perhaps because of the repeated ejaculations, I lasted a long time this time, about ten minutes before finally ejaculating. As before, my body pressed firmly against my mother, and I ejaculated as much semen as possible deep into her body.

My mother seemed quite satisfied. As I lay flat on the bed, wanting to rest, she rolled over, rested her head on my shoulder, and gently caressed my body.

Looking at my mother, I couldn't help but lower my head, kissing her forehead and cheeks while caressing her breasts.

Perhaps my kisses tickled my mother, for she laughed and pushed my head away, then sat up on my waist, lowered her head, and kissed my lips.

I passively and helplessly endured my mother's kiss. Her tongue entered my mouth immediately, and I instantly recalled that dark night two days ago. I had also extended my tongue, gently biting and sucking on that incomparable tongue, while stroking her tongue with the tip of my own, swallowing the fragrant saliva she offered.

My eyes widened as I saw that my mother's eyes were tightly closed, her face flushed, and her full breasts were hovering over my chest. I reached out and tightly grasped her breasts, kneading them somewhat forcefully. My mother pressed my hand even harder against her breasts.

Our breathing quickened, and I felt a little breathless. The feeling of oxygen deprivation made me bite my mother's tongue slightly harder, and the pain made her release her grip. She straightened up, grinning ecstatically, indicating that I had hurt her, but then she pursed her lips and kissed me, gesturing for my lips. In that instant, I accurately deciphered the coded message and thrust my tongue into my mother's mouth.

To my surprise, her sucking was even more greedy and forceful than mine, until I felt pain and couldn't help but cry out. Yet she continued to suck, only slightly loosening her grip.

"Mom...Mom..." "Mmm...Mmm..." We both groaned incoherently during our passionate kiss. And without realizing it, I had become erect again.

Just as I was about to roll over and pin my mother beneath me again, she told me to lie still. I saw my mother begin to gently kiss my body, then slowly straddle me, taking my penis into her body.

My mother's movements were gentle; unlike the explosive pleasure I felt, her soothing movements and controlled rhythm made me feel comfortable, and her slight forward lean allowed me to easily touch her breasts.

She gently asked me if it felt good.

I said, "Yes, it feels like I'm ascending to heaven, like I'm in paradise."

My mother seemed excited after hearing this, but tried her best to control the rhythm of her thrusts. I also tried my best to enjoy my mother's control. We thrust for what seemed like a long time, both enjoying the pleasure of mother-son intimacy, until much later, when I finally ejaculated inside her.

That's basically my story with my mother. After that, my mother and I had sex many more times, and our relationship evolved from simple intercourse to mutual oral sex. During my summer vacation when I was 17 and in my second year of high school, I even penetrated my mother's anus. All of this made our interdependent relationship even closer, and we became even more devoted to each other. Of course, that's a story for later.

During this time, I slowly realized that my incestuous relationship with my mother was something that couldn't be made public. In the future, no matter what, my only option was to marry another woman and eventually leave my mother completely.

Later, I was admitted to university, and I realized that going abroad might be the only way for my mother and me to live together openly. So, I studied even harder and successfully passed the exam to go abroad. My mother, using her status as a migrant worker, also eventually came to live with me. To achieve this, we even changed our ethnicity and my mother's age.

And so, we finally began a completely new life in a foreign land… Postscript: This wasn't originally intended to be a pornographic story, so there's very little explicit content. To be precise, it's a short story adapted from a true story that happened to someone I know. When I was young, the father of one of my childhood friends died from alcoholism on the side of a very busy road. When he was found, his body had already been crushed into pieces by passing heavy trucks. His family was indeed Hui. In my memory, his mother, the woman I called Auntie, was very beautiful and never remarried. At that time, I often went to their clinic to play. One day after I started junior high school, he suddenly said to me mysteriously, "So-and-so, do you know what a woman is?" I was completely confused and ignored this weirdo. Back then, I devoted almost everything to the soccer field, spending every day playing with my friends, sweating it out. But his words remained etched in my heart. Until one day in high school, when a bunch of us boys were discussing girls, seeing his disdainful expression, I suddenly remembered his words and his beautiful mother, and suddenly understood. Later, I heard that this guy skipped college, passed the TOEFL and GRE, went to faraway America, and became the enviable "other people's child." His mother, through various means, even inexplicably changing her ethnic identity, left China. Now, when I think back to what he whispered to me in middle school, I'm filled with emotion… Although there's no direct evidence of his relationship with his mother, in my opinion, these things aren't important. What's important is that I firmly believe his mother and he truly loved each other, and that's perhaps what truly matters to them. (Word count

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