Youthful Impetuosity -- Mother's Love

(I)

When I was in junior high school, due to historical reasons, my family of four had to squeeze into a small house of less than 40 square meters. My father slept in a small bed by himself, while my mother, brother, and I shared a large bed. My uncle had recently returned from military service and was working as a low-level cadre in the city's procuratorate.

My grades in elementary school were not bad, but due to illness, I couldn't attend junior high school and could only study at a third-rate school. At the beginning of junior high, influenced by the school environment, I spent all my time playing and reading martial arts novels during class.

The first year passed, and my grades couldn't keep up, so I was forced to repeat a grade. In the second year, although I still sometimes read martial arts novels, I paid much more attention in class. I only read one or two martial arts novels in my spare time. My grades were worlds apart from the previous year.

My father was a truck driver, only home for a week at most a month. My mother managed everything at home, but she worked as a waitress in a county-run restaurant. After work, she still had to do housework, leaving her with practically no free time. She'd fall asleep as soon as she got into bed.

Despite their busy schedules, they were incredibly happy about my transformation. Right after the first semester ended that year, I joined the Youth League and became the subject representative for both chemistry and physics—a position only top students could hold. That was the rule at my middle school; I don't know about other schools.

My mother was overjoyed, smiling constantly. I got whatever I wanted, even though our family wasn't wealthy, she tried her best to satisfy me.

One Sunday, as usual, I went to the bookstore to see what new martial arts novels they had, planning to borrow one or two to pass the boring Sunday.

Back then, not many people used the internet to write novels like they do now. It was mostly the same few authors, making it difficult to find a new book. When the shopkeeper said they didn't have any, I planned to find one or two good old books to "review," but after much searching, I couldn't find anything I liked. In the end, I ended up with books I used to categorize as "trash" or "uninteresting."

As I flipped through them, a scene suddenly caught my eye—it was like a modern-day erotic martial arts novel, though the descriptions weren't as detailed back then, but it was still captivating. After all, I'd never read anything like it before.

I blushed and read a passage, then decided to borrow it.

That day, I flipped through the book several times, focusing on the sex scenes, and even masturbated afterward. That night, after turning off the lights and going to sleep, I looked at my mother's breasts as she slept soundly beside me. The scenes described in the book kept replaying in my mind, and for the first time, I realized how attractive women could be.

The next day at school, my eyes kept wandering to the female classmates, and I couldn't concentrate on the lesson at all.

From then on, I often went to rental bookstores to find novels of this kind to read, and I also masturbated frequently. Before long, my grades plummeted like a falling elevator. My teacher talked to me several times, but it didn't work. Finally, my mother visited my home. She was very angry and asked me why, but could I tell her?

One summer night, after my mother and brother fell asleep, I started masturbating again, fantasizing about the scenes in the book. But I guess I had fantasized too many times, and the stimulation wasn't enough. Half an hour passed, and I still couldn't ejaculate. I didn't know what to do, and I tossed and turned in anxiety.

Here, let me explain again: my house is 40 square meters. My father, mother, brother, and I share a bedroom with two beds, one big and one small. My father sleeps alone on the small bed, while my mother, brother, and I sleep on the big bed. My brother sleeps at one end of the bed, and my mother and I sleep at the other end.

I heard my mother's deep breathing as she slept. Having slept with her on this side for so many years, I knew that once she fell asleep, it was hard to wake her because she was so tired, having to work and do housework.

I decided to do what I did when I was a child: put my feet on top of my mother. The difference was that when I was a child, it was for comfort, and now it was for comfort, but for my little brother's comfort. I gently shook my mother twice, but she didn't move, only breathing deeply.

I put my left foot on top of my mother's right foot, and my little brother pressed against her left thigh. It felt so good. I closed my eyes and gently rocked and rubbed myself. It felt much better than using my hand. In less than ten minutes, I ejaculated, feeling so incredibly good. I fell asleep on top of my mother like that.

The next day, I looked at my shorts a little guiltily, afraid my mother would find out, but nothing seemed amiss. It was hot, and with the fan blowing, they were already dry.

From then on, I stopped masturbating. I would only relieve myself on top of my mother while she was asleep at night. My mother didn't know. Because I stopped masturbating, I slept very soundly after relieving myself on my mother's legs every night, and I could concentrate better in class, so my studies improved.

My brother was training on the school basketball team and was almost as tired as my mother every day. He would fall asleep as soon as he got into bed, which was good for me, haha. My mother was a little unhappy about me lying on top of her every morning when I woke up, but what could I do? I was the youngest child in the family, and I was good at studying. I could easily get over her by being a little spoiled.

That night, I lay on top of my mother again, my little brother rubbing against her thighs, my hands holding her breasts and gently stroking them.

My mother's breasts slowly hardened, and her breathing became rapid, but she still didn't wake up. After a long time, I felt a jolt in my back, my little brother twitched, and I ejaculated.

I still felt unsatisfied, so I pressed myself against my mother again. But my crotch was soaking wet, and it was incredibly uncomfortable. I got up, took off my shorts, threw them on the bedside table, and, naked, tried to press myself against my mother again.

But suddenly, my mother bent her left leg. I was startled, thinking she had woken up, but she was still breathing soundly as if she were asleep. I looked closely and realized that my shorts had been thrown near my mother's feet, and the wet crotch was pressed against her foot. She felt uncomfortable, so she bent her leg.

But now I couldn't continue pressing myself against her. I tried to put her leg down, but I didn't dare to do so too hard, afraid of waking her. I couldn't put it down, and I was sweating profusely, staring at my mother's knee, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, I looked at the back of my mother's knees and had an idea. I put my penis between her knees and inserted it. I held her calf with my left hand and her thigh with my right, gently lifting her legs and pressing them inwards slightly to clamp my penis. Then I gently began to thrust in and out. It felt

so good to have her beautiful legs clamping my penis so tightly! I thought to myself, this is what sex is really like. It's much more comfortable than releasing my pent-up desire on my mother's thighs. Watching the flesh of my mother's beautiful legs turn inside out as I thrust in and out was so stimulating!

After about a hundred thrusts, I couldn't hold back anymore and ejaculated. A rapid stream of milky white semen sprayed out, most of it onto the mosquito net and a small portion onto my mother's other snow-white leg.

I felt a wave of drowsiness wash over me, and I gently released my mother's legs. Perhaps because I had bent her legs for too long, she straightened them as soon as I let go. I lay down on top of her without even putting on my shorts and fell asleep as usual.

The next morning, I woke up to find myself wearing shorts, not the same ones from the night before. The mosquito net had been taken down, and my mother gave me a strange look. My mother was always the first one up in our family every day; she made breakfast before waking us.

I froze. "Mom must have found out!" Of course she had

. There was a large yellowish stain on the mosquito net and on my legs when I woke up, and I was lying naked on top of her.

After breakfast, my brother went to school an hour earlier than me for basketball practice.

My mother sighed and said to me, "Your brother isn't academically inclined, so your parents made him train in basketball so he can go to a sports school. Your physique isn't as good as your brother's, so you need to focus on your studies and not think about anything else. Your task now is to study hard."

I lowered my head and nodded. My mother seemed to want to say something more, but she didn't. I quickly finished my breakfast and fled to school. Today, I didn't dare think about anything…

For several days afterward, I didn't dare sleep on top of my mother, and I certainly didn't dare to touch her legs. But a week later, I couldn't hold back any longer; a week of holding it in was unbearable.

That night, I figured my mother was asleep, and my brother was even more sound asleep. I gently touched my mother, but there was no response. I impatiently pressed myself against her, rubbing my penis against her.

This time, I dared not use her legs to penetrate her vagina like last time. After ejaculating three times, my crotch was completely soaked. After I finished, I fell asleep immediately. This time, I dared not sleep on top of my mother again.

I had only been asleep for a short while when I suddenly felt someone pulling down my pants. I groggily opened my eyes and saw it was my mother. I was instantly startled awake; my pants were covered in semen!

I stammered, "Mom..."

My mother snorted, threw a clean pair of underwear on my bare penis, and said in a low voice, "Put it on yourself. Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

Then she took my wet, semen-soaked underwear to the bathroom. So Mom wasn't asleep...

(II)

The next morning, I secretly glanced at my mother. She seemed the same as usual, so it meant she wasn't angry with me. That meant I could still...

After finally waiting for my brother to fall asleep, I couldn't wait to press myself against my mother again. This time, I didn't even bother to check if she was asleep. I had thought about it during the day. I was the most beloved son in the family, and my studies made my mother happy. My performance at school made her proud in front of relatives and friends. Even if she didn't like it, she wouldn't be too angry with me.

If she was, I would have given her a good scolding for the time I sprayed on her beautiful legs. Sure enough, when I pressed myself against her legs, she moved slightly, but then let me have my way.

I pressed my little brother tightly against my mother's thigh, put my head close to her ear, smelled her scent, and wrapped my left arm around her waist (I was sleeping on my mother's left side). I started moving rhythmically.

Slowly, my hand moved up my mother's waist, eventually touching her breasts. My mother tensed up immediately, and with a "slap," she slapped my hand away.

I touched her again, and she slapped it away again. I had no choice but to obediently hold my mother's waist and move my hands back and forth on her full thighs. My mother closed her eyes, remaining motionless and letting me do as I pleased.

Every night, my mother would let me hold her, using her beautiful legs to release my pent-up desire.

(Since this is the first time I've written something this long, I forgot to describe what my mother looked like. I was 14 years old that year, and my mother was 34. My mother's face wasn't particularly beautiful, just average, but her figure, due to her frequent physical labor, was very well-proportioned—large in the right places, small in the right places. Giving birth to two children didn't affect her figure.)

Afterwards, my mother would get out of bed to get me a clean pair of underwear to change into. The dirty ones would be soaked and washed the next day. I had to wear two pairs of underwear every day, which was really annoying.

Back then, our family wasn't well-off. My brother and I only had three pairs of underwear to change into. And I still enjoyed the feeling of using my mother's legs to penetrate me, but I didn't dare ask her. After all, I knew that was already going too far, and if I made that request again, she would definitely get angry.

Finally, the opportunity came. That morning, my mother received a notice from work early to go to work ahead of schedule. She cooked breakfast and left, without even washing the underwear I had changed out of the night before. Around noon, it started raining, and all the clothes we had washed the day before got soaked. That evening, my brother and I had no underwear to change into when we showered.

After my brother fell asleep, I hugged my mother again, wanting to come over, but she wouldn't let me. She whispered, "No more tonight, you won't have any pants to change into if you get wet."

I panicked and hugged her, whispering, "Mom, but I feel uncomfortable, let me do it."

My mother firmly refused and pushed me away. I had no choice but to go to sleep, but I was used to relieving myself before sleeping every night, so how could I sleep like this? I tossed and turned, and my little brother was almost bursting through my pants.

My mother saw me like this and thought I couldn't sleep without pressing on him, so she let me press on him as usual. But as soon as I pressed on him, she knew that wasn't the case. In the end, my mother had no choice but to let me relieve myself, but only after I took off my pants to avoid getting wet.

I was more than happy to do that, so I quickly took off my pants and pressed myself naked on my mother. But my mother wouldn't let me do it on her thighs, saying she was afraid of getting her clothes wet, and that I could only do it on her calves. My mother even got up and adjusted her calves to fit me comfortably.

I whispered, "Mom, let me do it myself. I promise I won't get my clothes wet."

My mother thought for a moment and agreed. I excitedly sat up next to my mother, hugged her, and said, "Mom, you're so good."

My mother chuckled and scolded me softly, "You little devil! Hurry up, you have school tomorrow."

I knelt beside my mother's outstretched legs and gently stroked her smooth thighs. My little brother was already standing at attention. My mother looked at me shyly and closed her eyes, scolding me softly, "You little devil, hurry up and finish. What are you touching me for? I want to sleep."

My mother wanted to lie down and let me play by myself like before, but I stopped her. My mother looked at me in confusion. I told her to put her legs back and hug her knees with her hands. My mother did as I did. I knelt in the crook of her legs and placed my little brother against her knee joint from the side.

Because my mother hugged me very tightly, her thighs and calves were almost one. I pressed against her vulva and tried to insert it the first time but couldn't. My mother realized what I meant and loosened her grip a little to make it easier for me to enter. But I stopped her. I tried to force it in myself, but failed several times. Finally, my mother loosened her grip, letting me in and then tighten my grip again.

I held my mother's legs tightly with both hands, thrusting my hips repeatedly. The feeling was so good, so tight and smooth. My mother's legs were simply amazing…

After thrusting hundreds of times, my mother's legs started to feel numb. I finally ejaculated, a gush of semen shooting onto the inside of her thighs. I groaned softly; it felt so good. My semen flowed down her thighs and into her underwear. My mother gasped and quickly got out of bed to clean up the first gift her son had left on her underwear.

From then on, I no longer needed to press down on my mother's thighs to release my pent-up desire. Every time, I would use this method, holding her thighs tightly, the feeling of my little brother thrusting against her knee joints was really great.

(III)

One day, one of my younger brothers brought me a book as a gift. No doubt about it, I was the boss in the class. Even those who were good at fighting and killing treated me with utmost respect. They wouldn't be polite to me unless they didn't want to pass the exam. Who says high scores are useless?

I flipped through it, and only two words came to mind: "Exquisite!" It was from that book that I first learned about anal sex. The long-lost tension of secretly reading novels during class returned, but that book gave me one feeling: "So good!"

After finishing it, I seriously considered a question: Why didn't my mother want me to try it too? Honestly, my mother's buttocks were truly beautiful; it must have felt amazing. I only now realized that I had never really looked at my mother closely before. Otherwise, why would I only now find her buttocks so sexy in retrospect?

After some time, I knew that as long as my studies were good, my mother would generally agree to my requests, as long as they weren't too excessive.

After class, I told my younger brother that I would take this book home and read it slowly. I asked him if he had any other books, and if he could give me one or two more, I guaranteed he would get 80 points on every exam this semester. My brother readily agreed; he had taken the book specifically for the exams a month later.

The next morning, he brought two more books and secretly slipped them into my hand. Because of the book he lent me yesterday, I wasn't really interested in penetrating my mother's thighs last night and ejaculated quickly.

After my mother fell asleep, I secretly reached under her and touched her buttocks. Her tight anus made me want to immediately flip her over and fuck her anus.

This time, the two books my younger brother brought were about anal sex and incest. I was very excited after reading them. It turned out I wasn't the only one who felt this way.

I knew that if I could get good grades on my final exams in a month, maybe my mother would agree to let me be more unrestrained, and maybe there would be a chance... hehe... But before that, I had to study hard.

True to my word, after that, I gave up all opportunities to play and focused on studying. My mother was pleased but also worried that I would overwork myself, so she kept urging me to go out and play for a while. I told her that I wanted to do well in my studies and strive for good grades on the final exams.

My mother thought I wanted to work hard to get into a top high school in the future, so she didn't say anything more. But she didn't expect that I was only in the first semester of eighth grade, so young, who would think about what would happen a year and a half later? I was indeed working hard, but it was also for the sake of deflowering her. I guessed from the sight of me secretly touching my mother's anus with my fingers that her little chrysanthemum had never been used by my father, and I was so looking forward to opening her anus.

Before I knew it, it was the final exams. Thanks to my previous hard work, my results were excellent; I was first in two subjects and in the top 20 of the rest. My mother was overjoyed. When I took the report card home for her to sign, she hugged me tightly, smiling, and asked what prize I wanted.

Could she give me what I wanted? If I said I wanted to deflower her, I'd definitely get a good beating. I just went along with my mother's usual tone and said that I was studying hard to get into a top high school, not for prizes.

My mother even praised me for growing up and becoming sensible. Tears of joy streamed down my face. She insisted on a reward, so I thought, "Okay, I'll ask for a little something first." I hugged my mother tightly and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I want to do it with you now, okay?"

My mother hesitated for a moment, looked around. My brother wasn't home yet, and my father was out on a long-distance bus. Of course, no one was home. After thinking for a while, she nodded and agreed. My

mother checked the door to make sure it was closed, then turned around and took off her coat first, then her pants.

Looking at my mother's buttocks, sticking out as she bent over to take off her pants, my penis throbbed. Her beautiful buttocks, encased in her small panties, and the indented crevice in the middle—that was the goal I'd been striving for all month.

I wanted to pounce on her right now, pull down her panties, and thrust my penis inside her!

Suddenly, an idea struck me. Although I couldn't actually penetrate my mother's anus, I could still taste the beauty of her buttocks. I unzipped her pants, pulled out my penis, and rushed over, hugging her from behind.

My mother and I both screamed. My mother screamed because her anus was being attacked; even though she was wearing underwear, it was still quite a pain for her. I, on the other hand, almost broke my penis because I used too much force.

My mother quickly straightened her back, covered her anus with her hand, and asked me a little angrily, "What are you doing? Why were you so rough? Couldn't you have waited a little longer?"

I knew my mother was genuinely angry, so I quickly put on a wronged look: "I've been too stressed from studying lately, and I wanted to relax after the exams. I couldn't help but do this when I saw you like this."

My mother saw how hard I had worked to study lately, and since I hadn't released my energy during the exams, she forgave me. Actually, I had deliberately held back so I could play with her more after the exams.

My mother sighed, touched her still slightly sore anus, and said, "Alright, let's go to bed now. I'll let you have your way." She turned and walked towards the bed.

"Yay!" I mentally made a victory gesture, but of course, I couldn't show any expression on my face.

I grabbed my mother's arm. "Mom, can you bend over like that? It looks so good!"

At that time, the word "sexy" didn't exist in my dictionary.

My mother was taken aback for a moment. "You little rascal, always coming up with all sorts of tricks. Fine, consider this a reward for you today. Do whatever you want."

My mother scolded me affectionately, then bent over, her buttocks sticking up high, her panties taut, clearly showing the cleft between her legs. My penis was already standing tall, protesting why I hadn't started yet.

My mother turned around and called to me, "Hurry up, it's tiring like this."

I quickly pressed myself against her, my penis pressed tightly against her beautiful buttocks, separated from her anus by only a layer of fabric. If it weren't for that fabric, it would be so much better. I held my mother's slender waist with both hands, my penis sliding in her cleft. I really wanted to go inside. Oh, little brother, I'm sorry to trouble you for now, but in a couple of days, I'll make sure you get what you want.

I slid my penis forcefully into my mother's buttocks, my hands caressing her waist. After a while, unable to bear the pain of the stroke, she tried to straighten her back. My penis was still pressed against her buttocks. Straightening her back allowed me to fully contact her beautiful buttocks, and my penis felt amazing. My hands weren't to be neglected either; I grasped my mother's breasts. My mother tried to remove my hands.

I whispered in her ear, "Mom, let me touch them. You promised to make me happy today, consider this my reward."

My mother held my hand tightly, considered for a long time, and slowly loosened it. During this time, my penis, of course, didn't stop, rubbing incessantly between my mother's buttocks.

I gripped my mother's breasts tightly, and in a surge of excitement, I increased the speed of my penis, rubbing it quickly a few times. I hugged my mother tightly from behind, excitedly calling out, "Mom!" and ejaculated.

Because my penis was tightly sandwiched between my mother's buttocks and mine, this rapid ejaculation sprayed semen all over my mother's back and my chest. I quickly grabbed some tissues to clean my mother and me.

My mother thought I had enough and picked up her clothes to put them on, but I stopped her, hugged my mother tightly from behind again, and unhooked her bra, revealing her beautiful breasts. My mother moved her hand slightly, but in the end, she didn't stop me. I gently massaged my mother's breasts.

After a while, my penis reacted again, and my mother, of course, felt it. This time, because it was soft at first, when it hardened, it was right between my mother's legs, still separated from the sacred place where I was born by a layer of cloth. My mother instinctively squeezed her legs together.

My mother used to forbid me from touching her genitals, and now it's the same with my penis. I hugged her tightly and started moving back and forth before she could react, but surprisingly, she didn't object.

I grew bolder and moved my hand down, but my mother stopped me, saying, "You can't touch there with your hand."

I knew my mother would never allow it there, so I grabbed her hand and made her hold my glans. It was always a little uncomfortable without anything blocking my way.

My mother touched it and recoiled as if she'd been electrocuted. I rested my head on her shoulder and gently bit her ear: "Mom, hold it for me, it'll come faster that way."

My mother had no choice but to hold it with her hand and gently stroke my glans with her fingers. Oh... it felt so good to be touched by my mother's hands, which were a little rough from years of work!

I thrust rapidly between my mother's legs, enjoying the intimate contact between my glans and her hand, and soon I ejaculated a second time. What's there to be afraid of? There's plenty of time today. Let's do it a third time. This time, my mother didn't get dressed right away. She waited to see if I would continue. Anyway, my brother hadn't come back yet. It wouldn't be too late to get dressed when he got to the door. Let's go again!

This day was really great. But I still hoped that the day of my first time would come soon. The time was when my father came back.

My mother was a conservative and traditional woman. She didn't know that there was such a thing as anal sex. And her son was thinking about taking her first time. My mother was a bit indecisive. She spoiled me to an extreme. As long as I did well in school, she didn't care what I wanted. That's why I was able to have almost incestuous sex with my mother.

(IV)

My father's day off had arrived. My mother bought groceries early and cooked dinner. She and we waited for my father to come back.

Around 6 p.m., my father finally came home. After dinner and a shower, my father gave my brother and me 5 yuan each and told us to go out and play. We would come back later.

I knew why. Any normal man who had been holding back for a month would definitely end up like my father when he came home. Just now, my father was glancing at my mother's breasts while eating, without even touching the food.

My father is a clean freak, so it's impossible for him to drive around looking for prostitutes, meaning my mother's anus has never been explored. Heh, that's good for me; the longer my father holds back, the better it is for my plan. Back then, I didn't know about sleeping pills. Unless it was rape, my mother would never let me use her ass. You see, my mother always maintained a boundary; outside the body was fine, but inside was absolutely forbidden.

My brother and I played at the billiard hall on the street until 11 pm. I had the night program on and wasn't in the mood to play, so I gave all my money to my brother to exchange for tokens. My brother stared at the game screen for hours, and when he came back, he kept yawning, wanting to go to sleep immediately.

That's fine too; it eliminated one potential obstacle. When we got home, my mother greeted us looking a little haggard. It must be because my father had been holding back for too long, but he still seemed a little unsatisfied.

We were quickly put to bed, and my mother lay down with us. But shortly after the lights were turned off, I heard my father get up from the next bed and call my mother to his bed. My mother, probably afraid we would hear, and also tired and sleepy, refused. But my father insisted, and my mother had no choice but to go.

I listened to my mother's suppressed moans. Luckily, the small bed my father slept in was made of iron, otherwise the creaking sound would have made me even more uncomfortable. Thinking that I would be deflowered soon, my little brother was as hard as iron. I held it, turned away, not wanting my father or mother to see.

About an hour later, my mother returned to my bed, and my father fell into a deep sleep. After so much sex, of course he was tired; the rest was up to me.

My mother was also exhausted and wanted to sleep as soon as she lay down, but I turned around and hugged her. My mother was startled, not expecting me to still be awake. Her face turned red; she probably knew I had just heard her moans.

I hugged my mother tightly and whispered, "Mom, I want it too."

Hearing the "too," my mother blushed even more. She coaxed me softly, "Not tonight, your dad's back. Besides, Mom's too tired. We can do it tomorrow, okay, okay?"

I pressed my penis tightly against my mother's lower abdomen. "Don't feel numb. Dad's asleep. He doesn't know. Mom, you just sleep. Let me do it myself." My

mother listened to my father's breathing and decided he was asleep. She said helplessly, "Okay, but be careful. Don't make too much noise. If your dad finds out, he'll kill you. I'm going to sleep now. You do it yourself."

My mother then lay down and closed her eyes. Ugh, what am I supposed to do now?

"Mom, I want to use your butt," I quickly whispered in my mother's ear.

My mother didn't say anything, but turned her body away from me, her buttocks sticking out towards me, to make it easier for me. I suppressed my ecstatic excitement. My mother always waited for me to finish before going to sleep, and I hadn't had the chance in a long time, unless it was rape. Tonight, the opportunity had finally arrived.

I pulled my penis out of my pants and pressed it tightly against my mother's beautiful buttocks, gently rubbing it. I couldn't rush it; I had to wait until she was sound asleep. I held back for an hour until my mother finally succumbed to sleep and drifted off to dreamland.

I quietly got up, greedily gazing at my mother's beautiful and alluring buttocks. My hands trembled as I reached for her panties. Once those were removed, I would be done. I gently laid my mother down, supporting her buttocks with my left hand, and slowly removed the last layer of protection from her body with my right. My mother's lower body was finally exposed.

I looked at her smooth abdomen, the alluring dark forest, and the inverted triangle between her legs. Undeniably, this place is enchanting, but that's not my destination. I'll visit my birthplace another time.

I touched the dark forest, then positioned my mother in the same reclining position as before. I stared at the chrysanthemum buds I had longed for, gently touching them with my fingers. Each touch caused the little chrysanthemum to shrink inward like a mimosa.

Afraid of waking my mother if I touched her too much, I smeared my saliva all over the head of my penis. I learned this from a book. Then, I lay on my side, positioned my penis, just outside her anus. Her anus shyly contracted, perfectly clamping the head of my penis.

I held my mother's waist with one hand and checked the position again with the other to make sure it was in place. I took my underwear and placed it near her mouth, afraid she would cry out in pain, so I could cover her mouth if she did.

Everything was ready, and I could begin. I tightened my grip on my mother and covered her mouth with my underwear with my other hand. At the same time, I pushed with my penis, but her virginity was too tight; only half of the head could go in.

My mother cried out in pain, but with my underwear covering her mouth, it became a muffled groan. She tried to push me away, but I was holding her too tightly. At this point, I stopped covering her mouth. I had only covered her mouth earlier to prevent her from unconsciously crying out when she was just awake, but now that she was awake, both she and I understood the consequences if someone found out.

I held my mother tightly around the waist with both hands, placing one foot in front of her so I was pressed firmly against her body. With another thrust of my penis, my mother cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't push me away, so she rolled forward, ending up face-first on the bed.

I pressed myself firmly against her back, making it easier to penetrate. With another push, my entire glans was inside. The feeling inside was wonderful—tight, soft, and hot. I wanted to reach the very bottom in one go.

My mother's experience was different. Her buttocks were aching, but she dared not cry out in pain. Unable to push me away, she could only bite the pillow, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face. She slapped my back repeatedly, turning her head to look at me pleadingly, wanting me to stop.

I knew it was time to talk to her. Now that we were at each other's throats, it was the perfect opportunity to negotiate. I stopped my advance, but didn't retreat. I remained still and kissed my mother's cheek.

My mother took a breath, enduring the pain of her anal fissure, and pleaded with me in a low voice, "You can't do this, let go of Mommy. If you want Mommy to help you, I'll let you touch wherever you want. Please get up, please, be good, listen to me."

I pressed my face against my mother's face and said, "Mom, I don't want any of that. I've wanted this for so long. You can make me get up if you want, but only if you let me put it in here."

As I spoke, I moved my hand down and touched my mother's vulva, my fingers even touching her labia.

My mother was startled and pushed me away. "No, I'm your mother. You can't do this. If you want to have sex with me, we can be like before. I'll use my legs to help you."

I firmly refused. "Mom, there are only two options now. Either let me do this, or let me be with you like Dad was." My mother was terrified. "Isn't there any other way?"

I said, "Yes."

"What way?"

"Wake up Dad and let him beat me to death."

My mother didn't say anything more after hearing this and closed her eyes. I knew my mother agreed, so I continued.

My mother frowned and whispered, "Gently, it hurts."

Tears streamed down my mother's face. I pressed my face against my mother's face and gently licked her with my tongue, while thrusting my lower body forward at the same time. My mother frowned, groaned, and turned her head to bite the pillow tightly with her teeth.

I felt relieved and thrust harder. This time, my mother's whole body trembled and stiffened.

But I was already fully inside, inside my mother's warm rectum, feeling her instinctive sobs, so hot and tight.

I started thrusting rapidly, my mother didn't move, letting me do as I pleased. My whole body was pressed against my mother's back, wishing I could become one with her. My hands reached down from behind to touch her breasts, the feeling was amazing!

After about a hundred rapid thrusts, it was so stimulating, I thrust hard, penetrating deep into my mother's body, ejaculating inside her rectum for the first time.

As I ejaculated, my mother's whole body stiffened, her buttocks clenched tightly, almost breaking me.

After deflowering my mother's anus, she tried to push me off, but I held her tightly, and she didn't move either, because she knew my capabilities.

After resting for a while, we went at it again. I placed my mother's hands under her head to elevate her body, making it easier for me. My mother let me do as I pleased, and I slowly made piston-like movements on her back. I had been too hasty earlier and ejaculated too quickly; now I wanted to savor the taste of my mother's genitals.

My hands slowly roamed over my mother's body. Although she had let me touch her before, there were still some places I couldn't go. Like now, my hand touched my mother's mons pubis.

My mother's body trembled, and she whispered, "That's not a place you can touch. Take it away."

She tried to push me away with her hands, but we were in her way, so she could only grab my arm, which she couldn't remove. I moved my hand to my mother's labia and gently touched them.

My mother's breathing became rapid. "No, don't, don't touch there, stop!"

At that moment, I also reached my climax and ejaculated again inside my mother's anus. After I finished, I obediently lay on my mother's back, placed my hands on her shoulders, and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I'm sorry. But I love you so much, I just couldn't help myself."

Upon hearing this, tears streamed down my mother's face uncontrollably. "It's all because I spoiled you too much before, agreeing to everything you wanted, even things I shouldn't have agreed to. Now look what's happened. How am I supposed to face anyone?"

I knew that my mother's emotions were very unstable, and she didn't know anything about anal sex.

I said, "Mom, I know this is wrong and it hurts you, but it's the same whether I've inserted it into your thighs before or now into your anus. It's not like what Dad and I did, so what's the difference? It just hurts a little, but it'll be fine in a day or two. I promise you, I'll study hard from now on and get into a top high school. Please don't be angry anymore."

Although my mother didn't know about anal sex, she wasn't stupid. She snorted, "Don't think I don't know what you're up to. If you do this again, I'll cut off your little penis. And where is it that dirty? Aren't you afraid of hygiene doing this? From now on..." "Don't even think about it. Just go and study properly, and stop plotting anything."

Seeing that my mother's tone had softened, I quickly said, "Mom, it's not dirty here at all. It'll be fine after a wash. Anyway, Dad doesn't want it, so please let me use it! You remember how I was in the first year of junior high. I did so badly because I often had to do my studies all by myself. You don't want me to fail to get into a top high school, do you?"

At home, everything revolves around my getting into a top high school; everything else has to take a backseat. My mother only cooperated with me in the first place because she was afraid I wouldn't be motivated to study. Now she's brought out this trump card again.

Sure enough, my mother's trump card worked very well; she stopped talking.

After a while, she finally

laid down three rules with me: First, I could insert it into her anus, but only after my mother had finished cleaning, and then I would clean myself.

Second, I wasn't allowed to touch the place where I was born, which was my mother's vagina. My mother was too shy to talk about it. And I couldn't even think about doing anything there.

Third, I couldn't do it too often each day, to avoid harming my health.

I readily agreed. The first rule was fine, but the second and third were problematic. As the saying goes, specific problems should be solved specifically. I hadn't even tried my mother's little cunt yet, how could I let it go?

As for the third rule, I wouldn't stop until I was satisfied. Did my mother not care if I woke someone up to make me stop?

Just like now, my penis had gotten hard again after resting for so long.

My mother could feel it under me, of course. She struggled, not wanting me to penetrate her, twisting her hips back and forth, but that only made my little brother even more aroused. Hehe, you asked for it. I hugged my mother tightly. "Mom, can I do it one more time?"

My mother tried to refuse. "Have you forgotten what I just told you? Too much is bad for your health and will affect your studies. Besides, I haven't washed yet, it's dirty." I whispered in my mother's ear, "Mom, it's a holiday now, it's okay. Besides, I already went in, it doesn't matter if I go in again now. I know it still hurts, but I really want it. Let me do it one more time, the last time tonight, okay, good mom?"

My mother had no choice but to agree. "Remember, get off and go to sleep when you're done."

I immediately grabbed my penis and thrust it into my mother's anus, which was still stained with blood.

My mother groaned. "Gently."

But I was already halfway in. With a little more force, the other half went in too. No longer worried about my mother's resistance, I enjoyed it with peace of mind. My hands were busy, touching every part of my mother's body except her vulva.

Suddenly, because I used too much force, I accidentally knocked my mother's hair, which was coiled on her head, down. I smoothed my mother's black hair, long and flowing over her snow-white shoulders, moving up and down in rhythm with my movements.

So beautiful and sexy, I couldn't resist, and quickly thrust a few more times until I came.

Tonight, my mother's rectum was practically my urinal, haha, my wish fulfilled, it felt so good. After I got off, my mother got up, took a damp towel, and wiped my penis clean. Then she secretly went to take a shower. Why? Need I say more? Tonight was truly wonderful.

(V)

The next morning, my mother waited at the door for a colleague to pass by and ask someone to ask her workplace for leave. Why? You could tell from her limping gait. My father thought it was his doing last night and was quite pleased with himself. Actually, it was me, his son, who did it.

Watching my mother walk with a limp, my penis began to swell again. When my father wasn't looking, I secretly touched her round buttocks, even poking my finger into her anus, which had just been deflowered the night before. My mother slapped me hard and glared at me, but there was no anger in her eyes; it was more like a lovers' quarrel. Hearing

the noise, my father asked, "What's wrong?"

My mother replied, "There are mosquitoes."

"Oh, right, I'm going out for a walk later, just visiting a friend. I'll probably be back in the evening, so don't wait for me for lunch."

I was overjoyed to hear my father's words. "Dad, give me some more money so I can go out and play. It's a holiday, let me relax a bit."

My father gave me five yuan. "Play is fine, but don't neglect your studies."

"What about my brother's share?" I held out my other hand.

"You little rascal, you're quite the brother."

My father took out another five yuan and gave it to me. Back then, prices were cheap, and five yuan was a considerable sum, enough for me to play for most of the day. A game coin only cost 20 cents. Of course, my brother couldn't get that much money from our father except for me; after all, I was the family's darling.

My mother watched me with a doting expression. "You silly child, you only know how to play as soon as the holidays start. You don't even rest. Be careful you don't wear yourself out." Hehe, my mother had no idea what I was thinking. Since you're worried about me getting tired, then I'll just stay home and "get some rest" today.

After a while, Dad left, and my brother got up too. I handed him the money, "Here, this is from Dad, for playing games today."

My brother took the money and finished his meal in a few bites. "Mom, let's go out and play."

Mom responded, "Okay."

My brother grabbed my hand, "Come on, let's play a few more rounds."

My brother pulled me towards the door, but I stopped at the entrance. "Brother, you can have this 5 yuan too. I want to go to my classmate's house today, it's free."

My brother looked at me strangely, "You really don't want to go?"

"Yes, and Mom will be out at noon, so I'll have to take care of lunch myself. I'll eat at my classmate's house."

My brother was overjoyed. He wouldn't have to come back for lunch and could spend the whole day at the arcade. He immediately let go of my hand and ran to the arcade. Ha, what's so fun about video games? I have something a hundred times more fun than video games.

Once inside, I locked the door, immediately stripped off all my clothes, and headed to the kitchen to find my mother, completely naked and with my large, erect penis. She must be washing dishes; I saw her body leaning slightly forward, making her buttocks appear even more prominent.

I grabbed her from behind and shouted in her ear, "Mom!"

My penis pressed even tighter against her newly deflowered anus.

My mother was startled, almost dropping the bowl she was holding. After a moment, she came to her senses and asked, "Why didn't you go out with your brother? Did he bully you?"

"Mom, didn't you just say you were worried I'd get too tired? You told me to rest. I'll rest at home today."

I deliberately emphasized the word "rest," while forcefully rubbing my penis against her buttocks several times.

Only then did my mother notice my strange behavior and realize I was completely naked. Her face flushed. "No, don't do that."

"Mom, I want it." My penis continued to rub against her buttocks.

My mother said, "No, I'm still in pain from what you did last night. Please don't do it today."

I let go of my mother. "Mom, look how uncomfortable my little brother is. Give it to me."

My mother turned around and saw my menacing little brother pounding in the air. She quickly turned away, her face as red as a sheet. I then poked my penis into her buttocks, letting her feel its hardness.

"Mom, your butt is amazing!"

With this thrust, half of my glans sank into her buttocks. My mother clearly felt the hardness of my penis and knew that I was determined to make it work today. She sighed, "Okay, but not now. Can I do it after I finish washing the dishes and cleaning up?"

"No, you wash your dishes, I'll do mine. I like this position. Besides, you just washed last night, and you haven't pooped today, so you don't need to wash again."

I ignored my mother's reaction and went to take off her pants. Back then, the concept of clothing wasn't like it is now; my mother always wore pants. I unbuckled my mother's belt, and with a slight tug, her pants fell down to her ankles. I then pulled down her underwear, parted her legs slightly, and forcefully spread her buttocks, revealing her little chrysanthemum, which I had just ravaged the night before.

It still looked a little red and slightly open, as if beckoning me to enter. My mother placed her hands on the edge of the washbasin, her buttocks slightly arched back, and closed her eyes, ready for my penetration. I gripped my hard, iron-like penis and thrust it in forcefully, returning to the place I had cultivated the night before. It

felt so good. I pounded and thrust into my mother's rectum. My mother groaned softly. She had only been deflowered by me last night, penetrated three times, and wasn't even fully recovered. Now, with such forceful ravaging, it was no wonder it hurt.

"Gently, gently, it hurts so much," my mother pleaded softly.

But I felt even more excited, hugging my mother even tighter, almost breaking her waist, and thrusting my penis even more vigorously. "Mom, your ass is mine from now on, it's mine alone, oh, it feels so good, Mom, I love you..." After fucking

my mother's ass for a long time, I finally ejaculated inside her anus, a thick stream of semen gushing out deep into her rectum.

But I was still not satisfied. I rested my head on my mother's shoulder, my semi-erect penis still inside her ass, letting it come out on its own, I wasn't going to pull it out.

My mother was helpless at my actions, "Sweetie, let Mom finish washing the dishes first, then I'll play with you, okay? Go lie down on the bed for a while."

My mother knew I wouldn't give up after just one time.

"Mom, let me help you wash the dishes."

I hugged my mother like that, watching her wash the dishes absentmindedly, my hands occasionally wandering over her body.

My mother finally finished washing up. She washed her hands under the sink tap and said to me, "Okay, what do you want to do now?"

"Mom, let's go to bed." I clung to her like Siamese twins as we walked to the bed. "Mom, take off your shirt too."

My mother silently complied. I usually don't ask my mother to take off as little as possible; it's probably her last bit of dignity.

"Mom, can you lie like a puppy?"

My mother turned and gave me a sidelong glance, then did as I said. Her hands were crossed, her head resting on them, her legs bent, kneeling, her erection high.

Wow, my mother looked so alluring lying on her knees like a puppy. Her round, white buttocks were sticking up high, and her red, swollen anus was dripping with the thick, white semen I had just ejaculated inside. Her alluring little vulva was half-hidden, and instantly all the blood in my body rushed to my penis.

I knelt behind my mother's buttocks, slowly stroking her smooth skin, touching her entire buttocks, then her thighs. But I didn't touch the sacred place that gave me birth, because I remembered our promise—this was the final boundary between us. Touching it would surely make her angry.

I adjusted my position, aimed at my mother's anus, and thrust hard, beginning our second anal sex session of the day. My mother groaned, her body jerking forward, but immediately pulling back. Filled with boundless love for my mother, I began to thrust forcefully. This time, due to the pain

, my mother's anus involuntarily contracted and expanded. At first, I wasn't used to it, which caused me a lot of trouble, but I gradually mastered the rhythm, pulling out when it contracted and thrusting in when it expanded. The more I thrust, the more excited I became, the larger the thrusting motions became. Sometimes, when I pulled out, only the head of my penis remained inside my mother's anus, before I shoved the whole thing back in.

As my movements intensified, my mother's pain increased, and she involuntarily groaned. I became even more excited, gripping my mother's buttocks tightly with both hands, my fingers turning white from the force.

After about half an hour of penetration, I finally couldn't hold back any longer and was about to ejaculate. I quickly sped up my thrusts a few times, then forcefully pushed into my mother's anus, inserting my entire penis.

My penis trembled violently inside her anus before I ejaculated. At that moment, I collapsed weakly onto my mother, flattening her body so that I was lying on her back. But my penis still lingered inside her anus, half-erect. My

mother rested for a while, then nudged me. "It's almost noon. I need to get up and make lunch. Your brother will be back soon. Hurry up and get ready."

"Mom, don't worry, my brother won't be coming back today," I said smugly to my mother.

"Why?"

"I gave all the money Dad gave me to my brother. He'll be eating out today. I told him you're going out at noon and won't be cooking lunch, so you're all mine today." After saying that, I hugged my mother even tighter, gently rubbing my head against her back.

"You little rascal..." My mother knew she was going to be tormented by me all day. "Don't be so rough next time. You're practically breaking my body in two."

Hearing my mother's words, my little brother immediately reacted, eager to get started. I pressed on, and my mother was mine all day.

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