Get your mother used to incest

I grew up in the countryside. My dad was a workshop foreman at a profitable chemical plant in town, while my mom raised chickens at home. I also had an older sister, four years older than me.

When I was in the second year of junior high school, my mom was 37. She was a bit plump, but looked quite mature and full-figured. Ever since I started to develop an interest in women, I've paid close attention to my mom's every move, always finding her very attractive.
In August, during summer vacation, my sister, who was in vocational school, came home. She shared a room with me. Our house had storage on the first floor, living quarters on the second, and chickens on the third. My parents slept in the larger room, and my sister and I slept in the smaller room. At that time, only my room had a ceiling fan. It was hot, so at night, my sister and I slept on mats, two mats pushed together.
Around 9:30 p.m., we were all asleep. Half-asleep, I vaguely saw my mother come into our room wearing a vest and cotton underwear. She turned the ceiling fan on full blast, then sat to my right for a long time before getting up to turn it off and lying down beside me. She
must have been tired from working; less than 15 minutes after lying down, she started snoring softly. The moonlight outside was bright, and the room was bathed in a soft glow, so I could see quite clearly. I noticed her two plump, white thighs were exposed right in front of me.
This sight excited me greatly, and I couldn't resist reaching out to touch her vulva through her underwear. I gently placed my index and middle fingers on it, but before I could even touch it properly, my mother slapped my hand away. I quickly withdrew my hand, terrified. I saw her scratch her mons pubis a few times and then fall asleep again.
About ten minutes later, I figured Mom was fast asleep, so I gently reached out and touched her vulva again. I lightly rubbed it, feeling a slight hardness. Suddenly, Mom slapped me down. I quickly pulled my hand back, but her palm still touched my fingers. I panicked, but Mom didn't seem to notice. She just scratched her genitals, turned over, and continued sleeping with her back to me. I drifted off to sleep too.
About twenty minutes later, I woke up again. Looking at Mom's even breathing beside me, my mind started racing again. I tentatively placed my hand on Mom's waist. She didn't move, and her breathing was normal. I grew bolder and gradually moved my hand down, cupping her buttocks and gently stroking them. My mother's buttocks were large and felt wonderfully firm and elastic. I stroked them for about half a minute before moving my hand towards her waist. When my hand touched the edge of her panties, I paused, then suddenly slipped my hand inside her cotton panties. My fingers traveled directly to the smooth, soft peaks of her buttocks, lingering there.
I quietly observed my mother for a while, seeing that she was still breathing softly and evenly. I became a little bolder and began to move my fingers on her buttocks, but only stroking the left buttock. After playing like this for a few moments, I couldn't resist any longer. I moved my hand along her smooth skin to the side of her pelvis, paused briefly, then, holding my breath, slid my hand towards her genitals.
My mother's lower abdomen was noticeably protruding, and it felt soft against my skin. I finally reached the base of her thighs, and my fingers touched a tuft of hair, softer than her head. But my mother's thighs were tightly closed, blocking my hand. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a rush of blood to my head, and I desperately tried to squeeze my fingers into the groin, but I failed. After a few attempts, I gave up. Instead,
I started stroking my mother's lower abdomen. Besides rubbing my palms against her belly, I also began kneading the soft flesh of her abdomen with my fingers. At the same time, I leaned forward, gently placing my right hand on my mother's back, and pressing my lower body against her full buttocks. I could feel my penis slowly becoming erect, gradually rubbing against my mother's buttocks. It was
quiet all around, the moonlight streaming in through the window, illuminating the mat, everything unfolding slowly in the stillness.
My desire burned brighter and brighter; I didn't know what I wanted, but I was no longer satisfied with just touching my mother's lower abdomen. I abruptly pulled my left hand out of my mother's underwear, and without hesitation, slid it directly into her vest, grabbing one of her plump breasts.
Her breast was very elastic, flattened into a round shape under the pressure of her undershirt. Almost as soon as I grasped the base of her breast, my five fingers began to knead and rub, while I pressed my lower body forward against her. Unfortunately, I hadn't been playing with her breast for long when she suddenly grabbed my hand, pushed my arm away, and turned to me, yelling, "Chengcheng, what are you doing!" My mind went blank with fear; I thought, "I'm done for!"
I don't know what my mother was thinking at the time, but she put on her slippers, straightened her clothes with a cold expression, and shuffled to the next room. As for me, I was a little nervous. The next morning, my sister woke me up, saying Mom wanted us to come down for breakfast. I nodded hesitantly, feeling uneasy, wondering if Mom would tell anyone. It turned out my worries were unnecessary. During breakfast, Mom
and Dad chatted casually about neighborhood gossip, and nothing seemed amiss. I finally felt relieved. After
that incident, I never dared to bother Mom again. Although she doted on me since I was little, she could also be very strict. Subconsciously, I was still a little intimidated. However, my possessiveness towards Mom didn't diminish at all.
When September came and school started, I officially entered my third year of junior high school, and my older sister also went back to school. Coincidentally, not long after, my dad was also assigned by his company to go on a business trip to some unit in Qingdao, and he wouldn't be back for a week. So, it was just my mom and me at home.
That night, I was reading in just shorts, staying up until ten o'clock before I saw my mom come into her room. About half an hour later, when I couldn't hear any noise from the next room, I closed my book and went to push my mom's door. Sure enough, as usual, the door was ajar.
I saw my mom lying on the bed. By the dim light coming from my room, I saw that she was only covered by a thin sheet, and her thighs were completely exposed. I softly called "Mom," but there was no response.
I grew bolder. I tiptoed onto my mom's bed, lay down on her right side, and stared at her for a while.
Tonight, Mom was wearing a pink tank top, and I could vaguely see her full, rounded breasts. I tentatively touched her lightly, but there was no reaction. So, I mustered my courage and slowly slipped my right arm under her body, placing my palm on her chest. At first, my heart was pounding, my hands were trembling, and I was incredibly flustered.
I only dared to gently caress her breasts through her tank top; they felt soft and pleasant to the touch. Later, seeing that Mom didn't react much, I gradually became bolder. I carefully slipped my hand inside her tank top and gently kneaded the base of her right breast.
After kneading for a while, I moved my palm upwards and touched a small protrusion—Mom's nipple.
I pinched her nipple with my thumb and forefinger, sometimes lightly, sometimes firmly. At the same time, I started to feel my breathing quicken and my mouth become dry.
I carefully propped myself up on my left arm, leaned my head towards Mom's chest, and simultaneously used my right hand to lift her tank top. Suddenly, Mom moved, which startled me. I quickly withdrew my right hand and pressed my head against the pillow, pretending to be asleep.
Mom sat up and said to me, "Chengcheng, why are you sleeping here? Are there a lot of mosquitoes? Then sleep at the foot of my bed." After saying that, she got up and got out of bed.
I lay on my mother's bed, my heart pounding, wondering if she knew what I had just done.
I waited and waited, but she didn't come back; she'd probably gone upstairs to feed the chickens. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, before five o'clock, I woke up and looked out the window; it was already bright. I saw my mother sleeping soundly at my feet. I was covered with a sheet, but she was completely uncovered. Her two plump thighs were slightly parted, and I could vaguely see a tuft of dark pubic hair through her trousers. Looking further down at her chest, her full breasts made her vest bulge high, but the bottom edge of the vest rested on her stomach, obscuring what lay beneath.
After a moment's thought, I quietly reached over and lifted her vest. From my angle, I was horrified to see her breasts, tightly pressed into flat, round mounds under the vest—they were white and large. I pulled my vest up a little higher, and finally saw my mother's breasts. The two deep red nipples looked so tempting, I almost wanted to take a bite. This made my blood boil.
I quickly took off my only pair of underwear, then rolled over and lay down next to my mother. Seeing that she was still fast asleep, I suppressed my nervousness and gently climbed onto her, spreading my legs and kneeling beside her waist. My limp penis hung between my legs like a caterpillar. I carefully and slowly sat down, gently pressing my body against her inner thighs. Then I placed my hands on her waist, hooking the hem of her vest with my thumbs, and slid my hands up, flipping the vest open. Finally, my hands were under her armpits, and her two peach-like breasts were perfectly presented before my eyes. My mother's breasts were very white, pear-shaped, and the veins were clearly visible, giving them an alluring feel. I felt my lower body begin to erect, and my whole body started to heat up. Without thinking, I bent down and began to suckle at my mother's left breast.
My sudden attack must have startled her awake, because a strong force suddenly acted on my shoulder, pushing my upper body backward, and my mother's nipple slipped from my mouth with a "pop."
I saw my mother staring at me silently, her face frosty, as she pulled her rolled-up vest back down to cover her exposed breasts. Then, she used one hand to prop herself up and sit back, while the other pushed against my chest, trying to pull her lower body out from under me.
I finally snapped out of it and pressed myself against my mother again, gripping her shoulders tightly with both hands. My voice trembled with sobs as I repeated, "Mom, I beg you, I beg you..."
My mother struggled a few times but couldn't break free. She then pinched my thighs hard with her hands, yelling, "Chengcheng, get off me! Be careful, or I'll tell your father when he gets back..."
Hearing this, I felt anxious and scared, but I endured the pain, holding my mother tightly, tears streaming down my face.
My mother pinched for a while, then stopped. After
crying for a while, I felt something was off, so I peeked at my mother. As soon as she saw me looking at her, she struggled again with all her might. I couldn't hold on, and one of her arms broke free. My mother first used that arm to push me, but when that didn't work, she used her arm to push the bed, moving her body backward.
I was still small and underdeveloped at the time, and when my mother exerted force, I couldn't hold her down anymore. As a result, half of my mother fell off the bed to the floor, and I almost fell off the bed too. My mother was still sitting on the bed with her legs down, only able to support her upper body with her arms. We were locked in this stalemate. I sat firmly on my mother's lap, pressing my hands down on her calves. My mother tried to twist a few times but couldn't budge, so she gave up.
Then she said to me angrily, "Let me go!"
Hearing my mother's tone, I suddenly felt that she wasn't as angry as I had thought. After the struggle, my penis had shrunk to the size of a peanut, and my previous lust had completely vanished. My mind raced.
I freed my right hand, bent my middle finger, and scratched the sole of my mother's left foot, which I was holding down. I put on a pleading expression and said, "Mom, I was wrong. I know I shouldn't have done this to you, but I just couldn't help myself. If you promise not to be angry with me, I'll let you go."
My mother looked at me coldly. I quickly tickled the soles of my mother's feet a few more times. I could feel her feet tense up, and I glanced back to see that all five of her delicate, adorable toes were curled up. I couldn't help but want to laugh.
My mother said angrily, "Get down! When your father comes back this time, I'm going to have him teach you a lesson."
But her tone had softened considerably.
I quickly changed to a sincere attitude, "Mom, I really know I was wrong. It's just that you're so charming that I made a mistake. I promise I'll study hard from now on and not think such things. Mom, please forgive me this time, okay?"
My mother still had a stern face and said, "Get down first..."
I quickly tickled the sensitive areas on the soles of my mother's feet a couple more times. My mother struggled to bend her feet while saying, "If you keep grinning like that, I'm really going to get angry. Put me down."
I knew when to stop, so I quickly let my mother down and even jumped off the bed to help her stand up.
After Mom got up, she grabbed my underwear from the bed and handed it to me, saying, "Put this on quickly, look at yourself."
I obediently put on the underwear.
Once Mom felt safe, she sat down on the edge of the bed and said to me, "Chengcheng, no matter how old you are, in my eyes I'll still treat you like a child. I'll let what happened earlier go, I won't tell anyone. But you have to study hard from now on, and don't have any wild thoughts, okay?"
I adopted a submissive look, lowered my head, and gave a pitiful "Mmm."
Although it had been a nerve-wracking experience, Mom forgave me in the end. So I felt especially good, like I had been reborn. Even class today was more enjoyable than usual.
When I got home that evening, I heard the sound of a spatula clattering in the kitchen. I ran to the kitchen and saw Mom cooking. Seeing me come in, she called out, "It smells smoky in here, go to your room and read for a while. I'll call you when it's done."
I was a little puzzled; why was Mom suddenly being so nice to me?
Tonight's dinner was three dishes and a soup, all of which are my favorites: braised bream, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried lettuce and chives, and winter melon and pork rib soup. While eating, Mom kept putting food on my plate and casually asked me about my studies. I finished my dinner, feeling flattered and full of questions. After dinner, I went to my room, took out my books, and started reading absentmindedly. A little
while later, Mom came upstairs after clearing away the dishes. Mom came into my room and sat on the edge of my bed. She picked up a copy of "Reader's Digest" from my bedside table, glanced at it, and put it back. After a while, she interrupted my studying and asked, "Mom just wanted to have a serious talk with you today. I feel like your behavior has been a bit unusual these past few days, Chengcheng. Do you know that what you did this morning was wrong? Look at all our relatives and friends around us; aren't they all well-behaved? I'm afraid that if you continue like this, it will affect your studies, you understand?"
I put down my book, sat down next to Mom, and awkwardly scratched my head, saying, "I know I was wrong, Mom. You promised you wouldn't be angry, you can't go back on your word." Mom said seriously, "Mom is talking to you precisely because I'm not angry with you. Of course, Mom wants what's best for you, but Mom is also afraid that you're being immature and will do something wrong. Why would you think of doing that to your mother?"
I seized the opportunity and first admitted my mistake. Then I expressed how much I loved and cherished my mother, and how much I admired her allure. I hoped to downplay my mistake and gain her forgiveness.
After listening, my mother thought for a while, looked at me, and said, "Chengcheng has really grown up. What you said is normal, but you can't have any thoughts about your mother, understand? It will be better when you have a girlfriend. Right now, you should focus on your studies. You're in your final year of junior high, so you especially need to work hard. I haven't been attentive enough to you in the past, so I haven't been able to help you adjust your mindset in time. I will pay more attention to you in the future. You also need to control yourself and study hard, understand?"
I nodded vigorously, indicating that I understood.
My mother seemed satisfied and left.
Around nine o'clock that night, there was a knock on my door. My mother brought in a bowl of poached eggs with a pair of chopsticks on it.
I happily took the bowl from my mother's hands, and seeing her radiant expression of maternal love, I couldn't help but
give her a quick kiss on the left cheek. Immediately feeling embarrassed, I didn't dare look at her face again, quickly picked up the poached egg from the bowl, and mumbled praises about how delicious the soup was.
The next two nights were the same; my mother would bring me a late-night snack, and I would kiss her on the cheek or neck, sometimes even complimenting her. My mother didn't seem to mind, which was a form of indulgence.
On the third night, around nine o'clock, I heard my mother call from outside the door. I immediately put down my books and ran to open the door. I saw that my mother was holding a clay pot, and the lid held some delicious food.
"Mom specially stewed a hen for you today. She started stewing it this afternoon. It's very fresh, Chengcheng, try some."
I took a step back, letting Mom into the room. Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I closed the door behind me. I grabbed Mom's waist, and she quickly lifted the clay pot, her body reflexively backing away. I nimbly ducked down, slipped my head into Mom's arms, pressed my face against the back of her neck, and pushed her against the door.
Mom's breasts were pressed tightly against my chest. After squeezing her in place, I immediately freed my hands. My right hand held Mom's waist, and my left hand went under her armpit, pressing it against her smooth neck, while simultaneously pressing my lips to hers. Mom shook her head from side to side, her lips tightly closed, refusing my kiss. I pressed my hand on the back of her neck harder, finally forcing a kiss on her, but my tongue could only move on her lips, unable to enter her mouth.
My mother made muffled, indistinct sounds, her hands desperately trying to hold up the clay pot, helplessly being violated by me.
Unable to suppress the burning desire within me, I kissed her lips while using my left hand to lift her shirt.
Her shirt was lifted in a flash, and I reached for her breasts, feeling her bra. Impatiently, I pushed it up, and her two full, pear-shaped breasts sprang out, proudly erect. I abandoned her lips, quickly bending down to take her right breast into my mouth, while my left hand kneaded the base of her left breast, sucking deeply, feeling utterly intoxicated. Her nipple gradually hardened in my mouth. Her upper body arched, her right elbow trying to push me away, but I held her nipple tightly, unable to pull away.
Just as we were pushing and shoving each other, I suddenly screamed and jerked back. My mother had accidentally burned my neck with the clay pot she was holding. The intense pain made me reflexively pull back, knocking the pot over.
I clutched my neck, crouching down in pain. My mother paused, then rushed over to check my injury, asking if it hurt badly. I could only groan and moan, unable to speak. She quickly went back to her room and got a box of green ointment. She pulled me up to sit on the bed, removed my right hand from my neck, examined the injury, and said, "It's alright, not serious, just a little swollen. I'll put some ointment on it and you'll be fine." After
applying the ointment, she left. A little while later, she returned to my room with a trash can and a mop. She cleaned up the broken pieces of the clay pot and the chicken soup on the floor, then wiped the floor clean. She then left with the trash can and mop. As Mom reached the door, I suddenly said, "Mom, I'm sorry."
Mom turned around, looked at me, and said, "Don't do that again next time," before closing the door behind her. For the next two days, I behaved myself and didn't dare to try anything with Mom again. Our school has a one-day-off break every two weeks, and this Sunday was a day off. As usual, I did a few practice tests, read some magazines, and when I got bored, I went to my parents' room to watch TV. The morning passed just like that.
After lunch, Mom went back to her room to sleep, so I turned the TV volume down and continued watching. Mom didn't chase me away.
While watching TV absentmindedly, I secretly glanced at Mom's body. She was sleeping on her side with her back to me.
Today, Mom was wearing a sleeveless shirt with blue stripes and white checks. Through the fabric from behind, I could see the two bra straps and the flesh bulging out from under the bra, creating an indescribable allure. Mom was wearing a white skirt adorned with small pink flowers. She was wearing flesh-colored stockings, her toes pointed upwards, which looked very cute.
Forty or fifty minutes passed, and I still couldn't see my mother make any movement. I guessed she was asleep.
I quietly turned off the TV, climbed onto her bed, lay on my side, propped my head up with my right hand, and watched her sleeping soundly.
After a while, I tentatively hugged her waist, my lower body pressed against her buttocks. I could clearly feel her tremble slightly, but she didn't react much. I started to get bolder.
I slipped one hand inside her clothes and stroked her soft breasts through her bra.
I became increasingly insatiable, so I pulled her shirt up and tried to unhook her bra. Having never unhooked a woman's clothes before, the combination of nervousness and excitement made it incredibly difficult. After struggling for a long time, I still couldn't unhook it. In desperation, I pushed her bra up, and her two snow-white, full breasts were once again in front of me. Without thinking, I flipped her over, put all my weight on her, and grabbed one of her breasts with each hand, sucking on them.
Mom finally started to struggle. First, she pushed me away, but when that didn't work, she grabbed my hair with one hand and my ear with the other, pulling me upwards. I stubbornly held onto her nipple, refusing to let go. Mom tightened her grip little by little, until finally, the pain in my ear became unbearable, and I reluctantly released her nipple, but still tightly gripped her already swollen breasts with both hands. Mom pulled me in front of her, saying angrily, "Chengcheng, do you even take my words seriously?"
After what had happened these past few days, I wasn't as afraid of Mom as before.
I shamelessly rubbed my face against hers, but Mom used both hands to pull me away from her ears.
I still slowly moved closer to her face, but she turned her face away. I immediately released her breasts, used both hands to straighten her face, and forcefully kissed her on the lips.
Mom kept her lips tightly closed, preventing me from putting my tongue inside her mouth. Suddenly, as if playing a prank, I freed my right hand, pinched my mother's nose, and kissed her tightly, my tongue sliding across her lips. I looked into my mother's eyes. Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes fluttering, making her look incredibly cute.
Only five or six seconds later, Mom couldn't help but open her mouth to breathe. I quickly slipped my tongue into her mouth, letting her breathe at the same time. My freed right hand returned to Mom's breast, finding that alluring protrusion and slowly kneading it.
I skillfully swept my tongue across Mom's mouth, and Mom shook her head frantically, making muffled "mmm..." sounds from her nose, her tongue desperately trying to escape my invasion. I diligently sucked Mom's saliva, transferring my own saliva into her mouth, resulting in a long kiss.
When I released Mom, I saw her face flushed and panting, but she still said to me, "Chengcheng, let Mom go quickly. Mom said this was wrong. If you let Mom go, Mom will forgive you."
I ignored Mom and lowered my head for a second, forceful kiss. Mom still didn't cooperate, but this time she didn't turn her head away, probably knowing it was futile, and simply kept her lips tightly closed.
This time I was gentle. I withdrew my right hand, which was playing with my mother's tender breasts, and gently pinched her jaw. I patiently pried open her teeth with my tongue while my left hand, which was playing with her right breast, began to unbutton her shirt. My mother probably realized this, released my ears, and desperately covered her shirt, pulling it down again to cover her exposed breasts. At the same time, she struggled violently.
I had to increase the force in my hands, and with a few "snap" sounds, the buttons on my mother's shirt came off. The buttons fell to the top. My mother panicked and opened her mouth as if to call out. I seized the opportunity and invaded her mouth. I knew I couldn't be too hasty, or I would push my mother too far. I released my mother's shirt and gently cupped her cheeks with both hands, savoring her taste.
After kissing like this for a while, I felt a clear erection. My mother was only wearing a thin skirt, and after the struggle, the skirt had already been flipped up to her waist, while my lower body was naked.
I pressed my lower body against my mother's, squeezing my knees between her legs, spreading her plump legs wide apart. My left hand tightly gripped her full waist, while my right hand pinched her full breasts. With the powerful pressure of my lower abdomen and thighs, I held her firmly in my arms. My erect penis was pressed against her vulva through my pants, feeling incredibly aroused. My
mother tried desperately to close her legs, but with my legs between them, she had no way to do so.
After playing like this for a while, I felt my desire growing stronger and stronger, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I released my mother's lips and started to tear her panties with my hands. My mother suddenly pushed me away forcefully, almost knocking me off. I had no choice but to lie on top of her again, holding her down, but the feeling in my lower body was getting stronger and stronger. I made a snap decision, grabbed the crotch of her panties and pulled them aside, revealing her vulva, but unfortunately, I couldn't see it. I quickly positioned my penis, aimed, and thrust forward, penetrating my mother's honeypot.
Her honeypot was already quite wet and hot. As I entered, I felt a warm, moist flesh tightly gripping my penis, a sensation that excited me immensely. I began thrusting in and out, without much skill, simply pushing in all the way and pulling out.
My mother, anxiously repeating, "Chengcheng, pull it out, pull it out, I'm your mother…", repeatedly pounded my chest with her hands. This only fueled my excitement. I lowered my head and kissed my mother's lips, our tongues intertwining. My lower body continued to thrust powerfully into my mother's plump honeypot, the sounds of wetness gradually filling the air.
My mother's hitting lessened, her eyes became glazed, her face flushed, and her breathing suddenly became heavy. I realized that she had stopped hitting me and instead wrapped her arms around my neck.
After about four or five minutes of thrusting, I started to feel my glans going numb, and I knew I was about to ejaculate. I immediately propped myself up and frantically thrust my penis into my mother's vagina, increasing the speed of my thrusts.
At this moment, my mother's face was flushed, her eyes were half-open, her breathing was heavy, and her mouth was half-open, constantly squeezing out "hmm...hmm..." sounds from her throat. My mother's expression looked extremely alluring. With my vigorous thrusting, my mother's body trembled up and down, and her exposed breasts were trembling and exposed to my view.
This made me even more excited. I felt my penis, which was erect inside my mother's vagina, swell even more, and the tingling sensation became even stronger. A thought flashed through my mind, "Should I ejaculate inside my mother?" Before I could finish thinking about it, I couldn't control myself and ejaculated inside her!
I pressed my lower body tightly against my mother, hugging her body tightly. After half a minute, my penis had obviously shrunk, but it was still inside my mother.
My mother's face was still flushed, and her breathing was uneven, but she turned her head away from me.
I felt a little apologetic, so I lowered my head and gently pressed my lips to her neck, softly licking and sucking her skin, feeling my heart filled with happiness and tenderness. My lips slowly moved up her neck to her chin, then hooked her lips together, gently touching them, and then I stuck out my tongue, ready to penetrate her.
My mother, who had given up resisting, suddenly pushed my face away and said coldly, "Aren't you getting off?"
I didn't want to disobey my mother, so with a "pop," I pulled my penis out of her vagina, and a pool of milky white, viscous liquid gushed out. My mother quickly squeezed her snow-white thighs together.
I quickly jumped off the bed, my penis swaying between my legs. I rushed into the bathroom to grab a roll of toilet paper, ran back to my mother's room, and stood by the bed. Seeing that my mother's crotch was already closed, I didn't say a word. I pried open her thighs and reopened her crotch, revealing her thick labia, which were engorged and open, with the pink flesh inside vaguely visible. Semen mixed with vaginal fluid was constantly flowing out, forming a layer of white foam around her labia. I tore off a wad of toilet paper and carefully wiped her clean, using five or six wads before I was finally done. Throughout the wiping process, my mother just watched me without saying a word.
I noticed that her underwear was completely stained with my semen, and I knew it must be uncomfortable for her. I tried to pull off her underwear, but she slapped my hand away, sat up, ran to the wardrobe, opened it, took out a pair of white cotton underwear, and quickly put them on with her back to me. When
she turned around and saw me still staring at her, she snorted, walked past me, picked up all the crumpled paper I had thrown on the floor, and went outside.
I was a little flustered. Suddenly, I grabbed my mother's open shirt, stammering and unsure what to say.
My pulling on her shirt, leaving her upper body almost completely exposed, enraged her. She raised her hand and slapped me. I was stunned; my mother had never hit me like that before. My grip on her shirt naturally loosened.
My mother went into the bathroom and returned to the room about seven or eight minutes later, carrying a wet towel. Seeing me still standing there like a statue, she couldn't help but give me a hard flick on the back of the head, scolding, "Look at you, so spineless! Take the towel and go wash yourself."
I suddenly hugged my mother tightly, bursting into tears, pleading repeatedly, "I don't want to, I don't want to..."
Actually, I didn't even know what I wanted to say.
My mother didn't scold or hit me anymore; she just let me cry in her arms. When she saw my crying had subsided, she pushed me away and said, "Why are you crying? Do you even know what you did wrong today? I never imagined you could be so unruly."
I sobbed, and my mother shoved a blanket into my hand and pushed me, saying, "Go wash yourself clean. Seeing you like this makes me angry."
I went to the bathroom like a zombie, washed my lower body, and then washed my face. Now that my lust had subsided, I suddenly felt guilty, and I was afraid that my mother would no longer treat me the same way as before. My mind was in turmoil.
When I came out of the bathroom, I found that my mother was no longer in her room. I was very anxious, so I went downstairs to the kitchen to check, but no one was there either. I ran up to the third floor, and only then did I feel relieved. My mother was feeding the chickens. Watching her hardworking figure, a deep sense of guilt welled up in my heart. At that moment, I felt that my mother was working very hard. My
mother glanced back at me, didn't say anything, and continued with her work.
At 3:30 pm, I went to the market and bought two crucian carp, two tomatoes, half a pound of garlic, three ounces of dried tofu, and half a pound of lean meat. I also bought two pounds of grapes. I was going to cook a meal for my mother.
I came back and busied myself in the kitchen, rinsing the rice and washing the vegetables.
Mom came downstairs once during this time, saw me cooking, but didn't say anything and went back upstairs.
Finally, around 5:30, I finished cooking two dishes and a soup: "Braised Crucian Carp with Scallions," "Stir-fried Shredded Pork with Garlic," and "Tomato and Egg Soup" (the eggs were what we had at home). The rice was also cooked.
I ran upstairs to call Mom down for dinner. Mom looked at me but didn't say much. She just took off the coat she was wearing while cooking and hung it on the hook. Seeing this, I happily ran downstairs first and served Mom her rice.
The dinner was very quiet. Aside from me constantly putting food on Mom's plate, she just ate her rice without saying a word.
After dinner, I quickly took the initiative to clear the dishes.
Finally, Mom couldn't help but speak: "Chengcheng, Mom will forgive you this time, but there absolutely can't be a next time. Your father will be back tomorrow afternoon. You need to behave yourself from now on, study hard, and get into a good high school. Don't think about anything like that anymore, understand?"
I nodded my head like a chicken pecking at rice. Mom took the trash can and rag from my hands and said, "Go upstairs and read a book, I'll clean up."
After this incident, I behaved myself for a few days, but sex is something you get hooked on once you've had it. The memory of having sex with Mom last time remained in my mind, impossible to erase. Four days after Dad came back, one night after Mom put down my late-night snack, I couldn't resist hugging her waist. Mom quickly dodged when she saw this. I hurriedly chased after her, grabbed her hand, and pulled her back. I also gently slammed the door shut with my foot. Then I hooked my arms around Mom's waist and pressed my whole body against hers. Mom stepped back, her back against the door, her voice trembling slightly, and whispered, "Are you kidding me? Your dad's next door."
I whispered in Mom's ear, "If Dad's not home, can I...?"
Mom didn't answer me, but just twisted my arm, trying to break free.
I couldn't resist anymore, so I whispered in Mom's ear, "Mom, Mom..." while using my hand to lift up Mom's shirt.
Mom was wearing a pink bra today. I pressed down the top edge of her bra, and her dark red nipples popped out. I sucked on one of them. Mom put her hands on my head, but didn't use much force. I became bolder, freeing one hand to pull down my pants, my limp penis hanging between my legs.
Then I sucked on Mom's other nipple, while simultaneously reaching under her skirt to pull down her panties. Mom recoiled, her buttocks hitting the door with a dull thud. Mom and I were both startled. I pressed myself tightly against Mom, motionless, and listened for a while. When there was no sound outside, I finally relaxed.
Looking at Mom's face, she also looked tense and strained. I lowered my head and sucked on Mom's lips, my tongue slipping inside. This time, Mom didn't resist, letting me move around in her mouth. I sucked for a little while, then reached down to pull down my mother's panties. This time, she cooperated, thrusting her buttocks forward, allowing me to easily pull them off. I looked at them; they were pink cotton panties. I grinned and casually placed them on the bed (my bed was next to the door).
Then I continued to suckle my mother's nipples in turn. After a while, I still wasn't satisfied, so I pushed up my mother's bra, leaving her two large breasts in my hands. I played with one in each hand, shaping the nipples into various forms while vigorously sucking on them. After a while, my mother's breasts perked up, and her nipples hardened.
I also felt my penis swelling and becoming erect, with a slippery liquid starting to flow from the glans.
I bent down and slipped my right hand between my mother's legs, gently touching the inside of her left thigh. My mother cooperated by lifting her leg. I braced my mother's left leg with my right hand and supported her waist with my left, pulling her lower body outwards. My mother stood with her back against the door, her left hand gripping my shoulder, her right hand supporting my waist, her vulva thrusting forward, one leg on the ground.
I impatiently half-squatted down, aiming my penis at her vulva, but couldn't penetrate. I tried twice more, still without success.
Frustrated, I released my mother's waist with my left hand, found her vulva, and gently parted her labia with my index and middle fingers. It was already slippery and wet. I pushed my penis in, hooking it between my left ring and little fingers, successfully placing it on her vulva. I pulled my hand back and looked at it under the light. There was a layer of egg white-like mucus on the tips of my index and middle fingers. I smeared this mucus on my mother's delicate neck, then continued to support her waist, and my penis began to thrust in and out of her vagina.
My mother's vagina was very wet, and my penis slid in and out easily. Under the light, the part of my penis that was pulled out was shiny. After doing this for about a hundred minutes, I felt a little tired in this squatting position, so I put my mother's thighs down and pointed to my bed. My
mother obediently walked over and climbed onto the bed. Suddenly, I grabbed my mother's buttocks from behind and pulled her down, forcing her to stand on the edge of the bed with her buttocks sticking up. My mother didn't say anything, she just did as I said.
It was the first time I had seen my mother's vagina from behind. Her plump vagina was slightly raised, and her two fleshy labia were open due to engorgement. A layer of glistening, lustful fluid covered her labia, incredibly erotic. From my angle, I could even see a tuft of dark, shiny pubic hair on her pubic bone. Her legs were slightly parted, waiting for my penetration.
I swallowed hard, one hand supporting her beautiful buttocks, the other raising my penis and aiming it at her vulva.
This time, I slowly pushed my penis towards her vulva. When it touched her vulva, I paused, pressing the head of my penis firmly against the wet opening and grinding it.
Her body involuntarily twisted slightly a few times. I suddenly thrust forward, my entire penis disappearing into her body. This time, she couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm." After
a while, I couldn't help but squeeze and knead her plump buttocks without any tenderness, as if trying to squeeze water out of her soft flesh.
I thrust in and out about a hundred times in one go, feeling the thrusts were very powerful, but I still didn't want to ejaculate.
I grabbed my mother's long hair with my right hand, pulling her head up. With my left hand behind my back and my upper body slightly leaning back, I continued to thrust powerfully into her plump, tender vagina. This gave me a sense of conquest, as if I were riding a horse. The thought flashed through my mind: no wonder they say women are for men to ride. The idea of my esteemed mother being beneath me excited me, and my penis became even harder. I increased the force of my thrusts into her vagina, and with each thrust, her vagina emitted... The sounds of "splatter, splatter" filled the air, and occasionally, my mother would involuntarily let out a soft nasal sound, which greatly amplified my excitement. I felt another tingling sensation in my glans, knowing I was about to ejaculate. I released my mother's hair and suddenly pulled one of her arms over my shoulder, leaving her with only one arm to support her body. I pulled hard on her arm and thrust in and out more than twenty times, feeling a stiffness in my back. Strong streams of semen spurted from my glans, all of it shooting deep into my mother's vagina.
My mother sensed that I had ejaculated and tried to push me away, but I grabbed her hand and pressed my chest against her back, my penis still inside her vagina. We lingered like this for a short while before I straightened up and pulled my penis out of her vagina, a stream of white fluid gushing out. My mother quickly squatted down, letting the semen flow out like she was urinating.
I found some tissues and lifted my mother's buttocks. Like a child, she let me clean her genitals. I looked at her vulva; it was a complete mess. Her labia were wide open, revealing the pink flesh inside. They were covered in sticky fluid, and even the pubic hair on her pubic bone was tangled and messy.
I carefully cleaned my mother with the tissues, wiped the floor clean, hid the tissues under the bed, and made a face at her. My mother angrily pushed me away, picked up her underwear from my bedside table, put it on, pulled down her skirt, combed her hair, looked in the mirror on the wall, and, finding nothing amiss, opened the door and left. Two
more days passed, and it was Sunday again. I had class this Sunday. After school, I got home at 6:15. As I entered the yard, I closed the gate behind me. Passing the kitchen, I saw my mother busy working alone. I called out, "Mom!" and then went upstairs to drop my schoolbag. I also checked my parents' room, but didn't see my dad.
Usually at this time, my parents would have already set the table for me to eat together. Even if it wasn't ready, my dad would be downstairs waiting for dinner or watching TV. I ran to the kitchen and asked my mother. She told me that my dad's boss's son was getting married today, and my dad had left work at 5:30, changed his clothes, and gone straight to the wedding.
I stood behind my mother for a while and saw that she was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, a purple skirt, and black sandals. She had a small floral apron tied around her waist, making her look particularly pitiful. Looking at the clearly defined mound of her buttocks, and remembering the scene of me pinning her down in a doggy-style position yesterday, my penis started to swell and become erect.
I gently leaned closer, wrapping my arms around my mother's waist from behind. When my hand touched her, she visibly flinched, but didn't object. I pressed my already slightly erect penis against her buttocks and rubbed it lightly. My mother continued cooking as if nothing was wrong.
After a while, I squatted down, lifted her skirt, revealing her full buttocks. I pressed my hand against the white cotton panties covering her buttocks and smelled them; they didn't smell much. I licked the flesh of her buttocks near the edge of her panties, then tentatively pulled down her panties. My mother instinctively covered herself with her hand, and I whispered to her, "Let me see." She pulled her hand back, and I suddenly pulled her panties down to her knees. From behind, her vulva was half-hidden between her tightly closed legs, her thick labia tightly closed, looking like a butterfly. Her vulva looked very plump, with a few hairs growing on it, quite alluring. I couldn't help but swallow hard.
I had already pulled Mom's panties down to her ankles. She remained standing, and I couldn't pull them down any further. Just as I was getting impatient, Mom suddenly lifted her right leg. I happily took off her sandals and pulled her panties down her right leg. Then I helped her put the sandals back on, so her panties were hanging on her left ankle.
I didn't pull down her left panties; I felt it looked lewd and excited me.
I moved my hands up, lifting Mom's skirt to her waist, and gently touched the inside of her thighs a few times. Mom obediently parted her legs, and then I placed my hands on either side of her pelvis, pulling her body slightly backward. I raised my head and sniffed her genitals; there was a faint fishy smell, not unpleasant, but I still abandoned the idea of licking her vulva.
I continued to support my mother's waist with my left hand, while pulling my right hand back and pressing my index and middle fingers together. I began to rub my mother's vulva back and forth. Soon, her vulva became noticeably engorged and opened. After feeling a slippery liquid on my fingers, I carefully inserted my middle finger into her vulva. Her vulva gripped my finger tightly, feeling warm and wet inside. I started with shallow thrusts, and soon her vaginal fluid increased, and her two plump, red labia began to open and close slightly. I pushed my middle finger deeper and deeper until it was fully inserted. Then I inserted my index finger as well, thrusting both fingers in and out of my mother's vulva together. At this moment, my mother added water to the pot, put the lid on, placed her hands on the stove (gas stove), leaned forward, and only occasionally straightened up to look at the pot.
My fingers moved in and out faster and faster, and I could hear the squelching sounds coming from inside my mother's body. As I thrust, I twisted my fingers, and my mother finally couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm." I was beneath her, so I couldn't see her face, which was a little disappointing. My fingers finally got tired, so I pulled them out and smeared all the sticky fluid from my fingers onto my mother's inner thighs and buttocks. At that moment, my mother pushed me away slightly, went to get a bowl, scooped out the green beans from the pot, and poured a lot of oil into the pot.
After watching my mother finish her work, I pressed myself against her back, gently nibbling on her shoulder. She picked up a few washed green peppers and slowly sliced them, then grabbed a piece of washed pork liver and started cutting it. Behind her, I quietly unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis, lifted her skirt, and pulled her buttocks back slightly. With my left hand on her waist and my right hand raised my penis, I pressed it against her slippery vulva. After a pause, I thrust forward, and with a "plop," my penis slid smoothly into her. I immediately felt her warm, wet vulva tightly gripping my penis, an incredibly stimulating and pleasurable sensation. My
mother couldn't hold back and let out a soft "ah." Then I noticed her breathing becoming heavy, her neck arching back, and her mouth half-open.
I couldn't resist grabbing my mother's hair with one hand and turning her face with the other, so that her luscious lips faced me. I took her lips in my mouth and sucked hard. This time, my mother didn't resist at all, helplessly letting me tease and suck on her sexy tongue at will, exchanging saliva with her. In this position, I could only lightly penetrate my mother's honey hole, but due to the stimulation of her mouth and tongue, the feeling was still very intense.
After a long kiss, I had to release my mother's lips and instead focus on holding my mother's plump buttocks, and began to penetrate her vigorously.
At this time, the oil in the pot was already emitting thick smoke. My mother hurriedly poured the chopped pork liver and green peppers on the cutting board into the pot, then put both hands on the stove, sticking her buttocks high to make it easier for me to penetrate.
I did this about twenty times. My mother turned around and said to me with difficulty, "Wait a minute."
I held my mother's waist and didn't move, letting my penis stay quietly inside her. My mother seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, picked up a spatula and stir-fried the pork liver in the pan a dozen times. She added seasonings and stir-fried it a dozen times. She turned off the gas, took a bowl from the side, and haphazardly scooped out the stir-fried pork liver with green peppers.
I noticed the green peppers and pork liver were a little burnt, and I found it somewhat amusing. Mom probably noticed and glared at me. Then she obediently lay down again, sticking her buttocks up high. I understood and started thrusting.
But before I'd even finished ten thrusts, the phone rang in the living room.
While I hesitated, Mom turned around and pleaded, "Pull out for a moment, I need to take a call."
I followed Mom into the living room. Mom picked up the phone and started answering. I stood behind her, skillfully lifting her skirt and easily inserting my slightly limp penis into her slippery vagina. Mom suddenly turned around and waved at me. I stopped thrusting, hugged Mom's waist, pressed my upper body against her back, and listened to the phone with her.
I heard Dad's voice on the other end. Dad told Mom that he had arranged to play mahjong with General Manager Gan and Director Cui from the factory after dinner that evening, and they might play a little late. He told Mom not to worry.
As Mom was speaking, I suddenly mischievously thrust hard into her vagina. Mom couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!"
Then, I heard Dad on the other end of the phone asking, "Cuihua, are you alright? What happened?
" Mom mumbled, "I got bitten by a mosquito," and deliberately slapped herself twice.
I relaxed and began to slowly thrust my penis in and out, penetrating her deeply and shallowly. Mom frowned, one hand tightly gripping my hand that was pressing against her buttocks, enduring the intense stimulation from her vagina. She tried to listen to Dad while speaking, and then tried to speak to him calmly, "Oh, I know. Don't go too far. Try to come back early after you're done; you have to go to work tomorrow. Be careful on your way home tonight."
As Mom spoke, I felt the flesh of her vagina gripping my penis exceptionally tightly, making each thrust even more intense.
Finally, Mom finished her call. She hung up with difficulty and said angrily, "Chengcheng, you almost killed me just now!"
I didn't answer her, but increased the speed of my thrusting. Mom fell silent, quietly leaning against a chair next to the phone, her upper body pressed low, her breasts against the chair, her big buttocks raised high.
I, like a madman, relentlessly thrust into Mom's already overflowing, wet vagina. Our lower bodies collided repeatedly, making "slap slap slap" sounds. Mom began to squeeze out "hmm...hmm..." sounds.
Perhaps because my penis had been limp twice earlier, although I felt stimulated, I still didn't have the desire to ejaculate. I became a little impatient, thrusting desperately, and Mom's big buttocks began to move back and forth, bouncing in rhythm with my thrusts. As I fucked her, I stared at my mother's round, smooth buttocks. Watching the ripples created by the impact, I suddenly felt a desire to shatter everything. I raised my right hand high and slapped her snow-white buttocks twice hard. Two red handprints slowly appeared. My mother only let out two suppressed "ahs" and didn't object at all.
I stopped slapping and grabbed one of her buttocks, starting to gently stroke, knead, squeeze, peel it open, and squeeze it inward, rubbing it back and forth.
At the same time, my other hand wasn't idle either. I untied the straps of my mother's apron from behind, and the apron slid down. Then I pushed my mother's t-shirt up until it reached her breasts. My mother wasn't wearing a bra under her t-shirt, and two large breasts popped out, swaying incessantly with my vigorous fucking.
After about two minutes of vigorous thrusting, I abruptly pulled my penis out of my mother's vagina, a few drops of her juices splashing out.
My mother let out another soft "Ah!" Before she could fully react, I pulled her up from the chair, squatted down, hugged her waist, and pushed her onto the octagonal table. My
mother lay there naked, her breasts and vagina exposed, legs spread wide, waiting to be penetrated. I pounced on her, accurately shoving my penis back into her vagina, sucking on her lips, one hand on the back of her neck, the other forcefully squeezing one of her breasts, my lower body increasing the pace, her wet, hot vagina tightly gripping my penis. My mother's hands unconsciously pressed against my chest, her legs hooked around my waist. I thrust wildly, watching her breasts sway, I felt like I was in heaven.
Finally, my mother's buttocks began to wiggle. Because I was fucking so hard, my penis accidentally slipped out of my mother's vagina a few times. My mother would instinctively hold it back and guide it to her opening.
At this moment, my mother's face was flushed, her hair disheveled, her eyes half-open, her alluring demeanor only fueling my rage. I became even more frenzied.
Finally, I felt a tingling sensation on my glans; I knew I was about to ejaculate. Holding my breath, I thrust into my mother's plump vagina seven or eight more times, then pushed forward with all my might, my glans throbbing intensely. Waves of powerful semen gushed out, hitting deep inside my mother's vagina. My mother hugged me tightly, her legs wrapped around my waist. After a while, I heard my mother let out a long sigh.
I lay on top of my mother, not wanting to move anymore, my penis still throbbing inside her, enjoying the afterglow of my ejaculation.
It was a long time before I finally climbed off my mother, my penis already limp and withdrawn from her body.
I glanced at my mother's genitals. Thick, cloudy semen was flowing continuously from her vagina, her once glossy black pubic hair was now wet, and her buttocks were a mess. A small puddle of a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid had accumulated on the table. My mother lay limply on the table, her legs spread wide, seemingly unable to close. Her t-shirt was bunched up above her breasts, her two large, white breasts hanging loosely at her sides. Her hands hung limply at her sides. My mother's face was still flushed, alluring as if she were drunk, and her eyes were half-closed as she looked at me.
Luckily, there was no one else at home besides me. I got up, supporting my mother under her armpits and under her knees with both hands. My mother cooperated by wrapping her arms around my neck. I struggled to lift her into the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature, and filled the bathtub more than halfway. When I looked back at my mother, I found her already undressing with her back to me. When she saw me coming, she pushed me out of the bathroom like she was chasing a thief.
After that, my mother treated me even better than before. As long as I didn't do anything too outrageous, she would tolerate it. My mother still made me a midnight snack every night, and I wasn't as eager for sex as my mother had worried. We had sex once or twice a week on average. Apart from intimate moments, I still respected my mother.
Although I was very fascinated by my mother's body, it didn't affect my studies. Many people have a habit of masturbation, and my behavior can be considered a form of sexual regulation. As long as I don't see it as a sin, it won't have any negative impact.
I ranked 14th in my school's high school entrance exam and got into the second-best high school in the city. Throughout high school, my mother remained my only sexual partner, though the frequency decreased significantly. Three years later, I scored 80 points above the cutoff for top-tier universities and entered a prestigious university.
In university, I had a girlfriend, started a new life, and my relationship with my mother gradually became more natural.
My mother truly loved my girlfriend. She always supported my choices without reservation, and I am still very grateful to her to this day.
In the seven years since graduation, I've worked at Huawei, China Telecom, and a power supply bureau. Now I work as a designer at a well-known foreign company. Over these years, I've met many people and experienced many things, but my heart is never truly at peace. Sometimes, memories of the past inevitably surface. Out of sheer boredom, I've decided to write these fragments down for amusement.
[The End]

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