Possessing a kind mother (making her accustomed to incest)

Possessing a kind mother
Word count: 17,504 words. 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 little plump, but looked quite mature and full-figured. From the moment I started to develop an interest in women, I began to pay close attention to my mom's every move, always finding her very attractive. In August, during summer vacation, my sister, who was attending vocational school, came home. She shared a room with me. Our house had storage on the first floor, living quarters on the second floor, and chickens on the third floor. My parents slept in the large room, and my sister and I slept in the small 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 pm, we were all already asleep. While I was 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, sat to my right for a while, letting it blow on her, 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 get a firm touch, my mother slapped my hand away. I quickly pulled my hand back, terrified. I saw her scratch her mons pubis a few times and then fall asleep again. About 10 minutes later, when I figured she was sound asleep, I gently reached out again to touch her vulva. I placed my hand on it and gently rubbed it, feeling a slight hardness. Just then, Mom slapped me again. I quickly pulled my hand back, but her palm still touched my fingers. I panicked, but Mom didn't seem to notice anything. She just scratched her genitals, turned over, and continued sleeping with her back to me. I also drifted off to sleep. About twenty minutes later, I woke up again and looked at Mom beside me, breathing evenly. My mind started wandering again. I tentatively placed my hand on Mom's waist. She didn't move, and her breathing was normal. I became bolder and gradually moved my hand down, cupping Mom's buttocks with my palm 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 underwear, I paused, then suddenly slipped my hand inside her cotton panties. My fingers traveled directly to the smooth, soft peaks of her buttocks and lingered there. I quietly observed my mother for a while, noticing her still soft, even breathing. I became a little bolder and began to move my fingers on her buttocks, but only stroking the left side. After 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, where my fingers touched a tuft of hair, softer than human hair itself. But Mom's thighs were tightly pressed together, blocking my hand. I don't know why, but I felt a rush of blood to my head, and I desperately tried to squeeze my fingers into the base of her thighs, but I failed. After a few tries, I gave up. Instead, I started stroking Mom's lower abdomen. Besides rubbing my palm against her belly, I also started kneading the soft flesh of her abdomen with my fingers. At the same time, I leaned forward, gently placing my right hand on Mom's back, and pressing my lower body against her plump buttocks. I could feel my penis slowly becoming erect, gradually rubbing against Mom's buttocks. It was quiet all around, and the moonlight from the window shone on the mat. Everything was happening slowly in the stillness. The lust in my body burned brighter and brighter. I didn't know what I wanted, but I couldn't get satisfaction from Mom's lower abdomen anymore. I suddenly pulled my left hand out of Mom's underwear, and without any hesitation, slid it directly into Mom's vest, grabbing one of Mom's plump breasts. My mother's breasts were very elastic, and under the pressure of her undershirt, they became flat and round. Almost as soon as I grasped the base of her breasts, my five fingers began to knead and rub them, while I pressed my lower body forward against her. Unfortunately, I hadn't been playing with her breasts 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 doomed!" 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 had always doted on me, 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 to 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, and I stayed 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, and by the dim light coming from my room, I saw that she was only covered by a thin sheet, and both her thighs were completely exposed. I softly called "Mom," but there was no response, so I became 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, and my hands were trembling. I was so flustered that 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, leaning my head towards Mom's chest, while simultaneously using my right hand to lift her tank top. Suddenly, Mom stirred, startling me. I quickly withdrew my right hand and buried my head on the pillow, pretending to be asleep. Mom sat up and said, "Chengcheng, why are you sleeping here? Are there too many mosquitoes? Then sleep at my feet." She then got out of bed. I lay on Mom's bed, my heart pounding, wondering if Mom knew what I had just done. I waited for a while, but Mom didn't come back; she probably went upstairs to feed the chickens. As I waited, 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 Mom sleeping soundly at my feet. I was covered with a sheet, but Mom wasn't covered at all. Her two plump thighs were slightly parted, and I could vaguely see a tuft of dark pubic hair through her trouser legs. Looking down at her chest, I saw that my mother's full breasts made her vest bulge high, but the bottom edge of the vest was resting on her stomach, obscuring what lay beneath. I thought for a moment, then quietly reached over and lifted her vest. From my angle, I was horrified to see her breasts, tightly pressed into flat, round mounds beneath the vest. Her breasts were white and large. I lifted the vest a little higher, and finally, I saw her nipples—two deep red grapes that made me want to take a bite. This made my blood boil. I quickly took off my only pair of underwear, then rolled over and lay down beside my mother. Seeing my mother still soundly asleep, I suppressed my trepidation and gently climbed onto her. I knelt beside her waist, my limp penis hanging 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 upwards to flip the vest open...Then I placed my hands under my mother's 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 on them were clearly visible, giving them an alluring feel. I felt my lower body begin to erect, and my whole body began to heat up. Without thinking, I lowered my head and began to suckle my mother's left breast. My mother must have been startled awake by my sudden attack, because a strong force suddenly acted on my shoulder, pushing my upper body backward, and my mother's nipple slipped out of my mouth with a "pop." I saw my mother looking at me silently, her face frosty, while she used one hand to pull her rolled-up vest back down to cover her exposed breasts. Then she used one hand to prop herself up and sit up, while the other hand pushed against my chest, trying to pull her lower body out from under me. I finally snapped out of it and slammed myself against my mother again, gripping her shoulders tightly with both hands. My voice was choked 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 and 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 desperately again. 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 thin at the time, and my body wasn't fully developed. 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 and said angrily, "Let me go!" Hearing my mother's tone, I suddenly realized she wasn't as angry as I'd thought. After the struggle, my penis had shrunk to the size of a peanut, and my initial 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. I glanced back and saw 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 dad comes back this time, I'm going to make him teach you a lesson."
But her tone had softened considerably. I quickly adopted 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 won't think like that anymore. Mom, please forgive me this time, okay?" Mom still had a stern face and said, "Get down from here first..." I quickly tickled the sensitive area on the soles of Mom's feet a couple more times. Mom struggled to break free of her feet while saying, "If you keep grinning like that, I'm really going to get angry. Put me down now." I knew when to stop, so I quickly let Mom down and even jumped off the bed to help her stand up. After Mom got up, she grabbed the underwear on the bed and handed it to me, saying, "Put this on quickly, look at me."
I obediently put on the underwear. Once Mom felt safe, she sat down on the edge of the bed and spoke to me: "Chengcheng, no matter how old you are, in Mom's eyes I'll still see you as a child. I'll let what happened earlier go, and I won't tell anyone. But you must study hard from now on and not think nonsense, 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 incredibly good, like I'd been reborn. Even class today was more enjoyable than usual. When I got home in the evening, I heard the sound of spatulas clattering in the kitchen. I ran to the kitchen and saw Mom cooking. Seeing me come in, she called out, "It smells smoky here. Go to your room and read for a while. I'll call you when it's ready." 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 were my favorites: braised bream, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried lettuce and chives, and winter melon and pork rib soup. During dinner, Mom kept putting food on my plate and casually asked me about my studies. I finished my meal, 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 immature and might do something wrong. How could you think of doing that to Mom?"
I seized this opportunity and first admitted that I was wrong. Then I expressed how much I loved and cherished Mom for a long time, and highly praised her allure. I hoped to downplay the seriousness of my actions and gain Mom's forgiveness. After listening, Mom 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 Mom, understand? It'll be fine when you start dating and 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. Mom hasn't been attentive enough to you in the past, so I haven't been able to help you adjust your mindset in time. I'll pay more attention to you in the future, and you need to control yourself and study hard, understand?" I nodded vigorously, indicating that I understood. Mom seemed satisfied and left. Around 9 p.m. that evening, there was a knock on my door. Mom brought in a bowl of poached eggs with a pair of chopsticks on it. I happily took the bowl from Mom's hands, and seeing her radiant motherly love, I couldn't help but
give her a quick kiss on her left cheek. Immediately feeling embarrassed, I didn't dare look at my mother's face anymore. I quickly picked up the poached egg from my bowl, eating it while mumbling praises of 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 face or neck, sometimes even complimenting her. My mother didn't seem to mind, indulging me to that extent. 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 my mother holding a clay pot, covered with something delicious. "Mom specially stewed a hen for you today. I started stewing it this afternoon; it's very fresh, Chengcheng, try it."
I took a step back, letting my mother into the room. Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I instinctively closed the door. I grabbed her waist, and she quickly lifted the clay pot, reflexively backing away. I nimbly ducked, slipping my head under her arm, pressing my face against the back of her neck, and pushing her against the door. Her breasts were pressed tightly against my chest. After pinning her down, I immediately freed my hands, my right hand supporting her waist, my left hand under her armpit, pressing it against her smooth neck, while simultaneously pressing my lips to hers. My mother shook her head from side to side, her lips tightly closed, refusing my kiss. I pressed harder on the back of her neck, finally managing to force a kiss, but my tongue could only move on her lips, unable to enter her mouth. My mother made muffled, indistinct sounds, her hands trying to hold the clay pot higher, helplessly being violated by me. Unable to suppress the burning desire within me, I kissed my mother's lips while using my left hand to lift her shirt. Her shirt was lifted in a flash, and I reached for her bra. In my haste, I pushed it up, revealing her two full, pear-shaped breasts, 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 blissful. Her nipple hardened in my mouth. Her upper body arched, her right elbow trying to push me away, but I held her nipple firmly, unable to break free. Just as we were locked in a fierce struggle, I suddenly cried out in surprise, jerking backward. The clay pot in her hands had accidentally burned my neck; the intense pain made me reflexively pull back, knocking the pot to the ground. 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 it'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 left with the trash can and mop. As she reached the door, I suddenly said, "Mom, I'm sorry." She turned to look at me, said, "Don't do that again," and closed the door behind her. For the next two days, I behaved myself and didn't dare to do anything to my mother again. Our school has a one-day-off-weekend, and this Sunday was a day off. As usual, I did a few practice tests, read some magazines, and when I got really bored, I went to my parents' room to watch TV for a while. 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 peeked at Mom's body. She was sleeping on her side with her back to me. Today, she was wearing a blue and white checkered sleeveless shirt. Through the fabric from behind, I could see the two bra straps and the flesh bulging out from under the bra—it was undeniably alluring. She wore a white skirt adorned with small pink flowers. She wore flesh-colored stockings, her toes pointed upwards, looking quite cute. After about forty or fifty minutes, seeing no movement from Mom, I guessed she was asleep. I quietly turned off the TV, climbed onto Mom's bed, lay on my side, propped my head up with my right hand, and watched her sleeping soundly. After a while, I tentatively hugged my mother's 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 caressed 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, pressed my entire weight onto her, and grasped one breast in 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 up. 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 two swollen breasts with both hands. Mom pulled me in front of her and said 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 she 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, straightened her face with both hands, and forced a kiss on her lips. Mom kept her lips tightly closed, not letting me put my tongue in her mouth. Suddenly, as if playing a prank, I freed my right hand, pinched my mother's nose, and pressed my lips tightly against hers, my tongue sliding across her lips. I looked into her eyes. Her eyes were tightly closed, her eyelashes fluttering, so adorable. After only five or six seconds, my mother couldn't help but open her mouth to breathe. I quickly slipped my tongue into her mouth, releasing her breath, and my freed right hand returned to her breast, finding that alluring protrusion and slowly kneading it. I skillfully swept my tongue across her mouth, her head shaking frantically, making muffled "mmm..." sounds from her nose, her tongue desperately trying to escape my invasion. I diligently sucked her saliva, transferring my own into her mouth, resulting in a long kiss. When I released her, I saw her face flushed, panting, but she still said to me, "Chengcheng, let me go quickly. I said this was wrong. If you let me go, I'll forgive you."
Ignoring my mother, I lowered my head again for a second, forceful kiss. She still resisted, but this time she didn't turn her head away, probably knowing it was futile; she simply kept her lips tightly closed. This time I was gentle. I withdrew my right hand, which was playing with her breasts, and gently pinched her jaw, patiently prying open her teeth with my tongue. Meanwhile, my left hand, which had been playing with her right breast, began unbuttoning her shirt. My mother probably realized this, releasing my ears and desperately trying to cover her shirt, pulling it back down to cover her exposed breasts. She struggled violently. I had to increase the force, and with a few "snap" sounds, the buttons on her shirt came off. The buttons fell to the top. My mother panicked, opening her mouth as if to scream. I seized the opportunity, conquering her mouth in one fell swoop. I knew I couldn't be too hasty, or I would push her too far. I released my mother's shirt and gently cupped her cheeks in my hands, savoring her scent. After kissing her for a while, I felt a distinct erection. My mother was only wearing a thin skirt, and after a struggle, the skirt had already flown up to her waist, leaving me naked from the waist down. I pressed my lower body against hers, 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 stimulating. My mother tried desperately to close her legs, but with my legs sandwiched between them, she had no way to do so. After playing like this for a while, my desire grew stronger and stronger, and I could no longer restrain myself. I released my mother's lips and started to tear her panties off with my hands. Suddenly, she pushed me away forcefully, almost knocking me off. I had no choice but to lie back down on top of her, pinning her down. But the feeling in my lower body grew stronger and stronger. I steeled myself, grabbed the crotch of her panties, and pulled them aside, revealing her vulva, though I couldn't see it. I quickly positioned my penis, aimed, and thrust forward, penetrating her vulva. Her vulva was already very wet and hot. Once inside, I felt a warm, wet flesh tightly gripping my penis, a sensation that excited me immensely. I began thrusting in and out, without much technique, just knowing to thrust all the way in and then pull out. Meanwhile, my mother anxiously repeated, "Chengcheng, pull it out, pull it out, I'm your mother…" She kept pounding my chest with her hands. This only excited me more. I lowered my head and kissed her lips, hooking her tongue around mine, and we began to entwine. Meanwhile, my lower body continued to thrust powerfully into my mother's plump, wet vagina, from which the sounds of "splattering" and "splattering" gradually emerged. The force with which my mother hit me lessened, her eyes became glazed, her face flushed, and her breathing suddenly became heavy. I realized that at some point, she had stopped hitting me and instead wrapped her arms around my neck. After about four or five minutes of thrusting, I began to feel my glans becoming numb; 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 half-open, her breathing heavy, and her mouth half-open, constantly squeezing out "hmm...hmm..." sounds from her throat. My mother's expression looked incredibly alluring. With my vigorous thrusting, my mother's body trembled up and down, her exposed breasts quivering and exposed to my view. This made me even more excited; I felt my penis, erect inside my mother's vagina, swell even more, and the tingling sensation intensified. A thought flashed through my mind: "Should I ejaculate inside Mom?" Before I could finish the thought, I couldn't control myself and ejaculated inside her! My lower body pressed tightly against Mom's, holding her body tightly. After half a minute, my penis had noticeably shrunk, but it was still inside her. Mom'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 Mom's neck, gently licking and sucking her skin, feeling my heart filled with happiness and tenderness. My lips slowly moved up Mom's neck to her chin, then hooked her lips together, gently touching them, and then I stuck out my tongue, just as I was about to penetrate her. Mom, who had given up resisting, pushed my face away and said coldly, "Aren't you getting off?" I didn't want to disobey Mom's wishes, so with a "pop," I pulled my penis out of her vagina, and a pool of milky white, viscous liquid gushed out. Mom quickly squeezed her snow-white thighs together. I jumped off the bed, my penis swaying. I rushed into the bathroom, grabbed 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 silently spread her legs and reopened her crotch. I found her thick labia were engorged and open, revealing the pinkish inner walls. 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 finally getting her clean. Throughout the wiping process, my mother just watched me silently. Seeing that her underwear was completely stained with my semen, I knew she must be uncomfortable wearing it. 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 deftly changed into them with her back to me. Mom turned around, saw me still staring at her blankly, and snorted. She walked past me, picked up all the crumpled papers I had thrown on the floor, and headed out. A little flustered, I suddenly grabbed Mom's open shirt, stammering, unsure what to say. With my pulling on her shirt, almost her entire upper body was exposed again, and Mom flew into a rage, raising her hand to slap me. I was stunned; Mom had never hit me like that before, and my grip on her shirt naturally loosened. Mom 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! Here, take the towel and go wash yourself." I suddenly hugged Mom tightly, bursting into tears, repeatedly pleading, "No, no..."
Actually, I didn't know what I wanted to say. Mom didn't scold or hit me anymore; she just let me cry in her arms. Later, when my crying 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 Mom shoved a handkerchief into my hand and pushed me away. "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 Mom wouldn't treat me the same way anymore. My mind was in turmoil. When I came out of the bathroom, I found Mom wasn't in her room anymore. I was very anxious and went downstairs to the kitchen, but no one was there either. I ran up to the third floor, and only then did I feel relieved. Mom was feeding the chickens. Watching her hardworking figure, a deep sense of guilt welled up inside me. At that moment, I felt how hard Mom worked. Mom glanced back at me, said nothing, 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 Mom. I came back and busied myself in the kitchen, rinsing the rice and washing the vegetables. Mom came downstairs once, saw me cooking, but didn't say anything and went back upstairs. After much frantic effort, I finally finished cooking two dishes and a soup by 5:30: "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 my mother down for dinner. She glanced at me but didn't say much. She simply took off the coat she was wearing while working and hung it on the hook. Seeing this, I happily ran downstairs first and served her the rice. The dinner was very quiet. Apart from me constantly putting food on her plate, she just ate her rice without saying a word. After finishing, I quickly took over clearing the dishes. Finally, my mother couldn't help but speak: "Chengcheng, I'll 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, okay?" 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, and the memory of having sex with Mom last time remained in my mind, impossible to erase. Four days after Dad came back, one time after Mom put down my late-night snack, I couldn't help but hug Mom's 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 trying to kill me? Your dad's next door." I whispered in Mom's ear, "Then 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. Her vulva 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 from squatting like this, 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 me, so she could only support herself with one arm. I pulled hard on her arm and thrust more quickly, about twenty more times. I felt my spine stiffen, and 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 about half a minute before I straightened up and pulled my penis out of her vagina, a stream of white fluid gushing out. My mother quickly squatted down and let the semen flow out like she was urinating. I found some tissues and lifted Mom'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. Her labia were covered in sticky fluid, and even the pubic hair on her pubic bone was tangled and messy. I carefully cleaned Mom with the tissues, wiped the floor clean, hid the tissues under the bed, and made a face at Mom. Mom angrily pushed me away, picked up her underwear from the bedside table, put it on, pulled down her skirt, and finally used her hands to clean her hair.I tidied myself up, looked in the mirror on the wall, and, finding nothing amiss, opened the door and went out. Two more days passed, and it was Sunday again. I had school this Sunday. After school, I got home at 6:15. Entering the yard, I closed the gate behind me. As I passed the kitchen, I saw my mother busy alone. I called out, "Mom!" and then went upstairs to drop off my schoolbag. I also checked my parents' room, but didn't see my dad. Usually at this time, my parents would have already set out the food, waiting for me to come home so we could 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 finished get off work at 5:30, changed his clothes, and gone straight to the wedding. I stood behind my mother for a while and noticed 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 her prominently rounded buttocks, and remembering how I had pinned her down in a doggy-style position yesterday, my penis began to swell and become erect. I gently leaned in and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind. When my hand touched her, she visibly flinched, but didn't object. I pressed my already slightly swollen penis against her buttocks and rubbed it lightly. She continued cooking as if nothing was wrong. After a while, I squatted down, lifted her skirt to reveal her full buttocks, and pressed my hand against her white cotton underwear covering her bottom. I smelled it; it didn't smell much. I licked the edge of my mother's underwear on her buttocks again, then tentatively pulled down her underwear. My mother instinctively covered herself with her hand, and I whispered to her, "Let me see." She withdrew her hand, and I suddenly pulled the underwear 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. My mother's underwear was already down to her ankles. My mother remained standing, and I couldn't pull it down any further. Just as I was getting anxious, my mother suddenly lifted her right leg. I happily took off her sandals and pulled the underwear down from her right leg. Then I helped her put the sandals back on, so her underwear was hanging on her left ankle. I didn't help my mother pull down her left panty. I felt it was lewd and excited me. I moved my hands up and lifted her skirt to her waist. I gently touched the inside of her thighs a few times. My mother obediently parted her legs. Then I placed my hands on either side of her pelvis and pulled her body back slightly. I raised my head and smelled her genitals. There was a faint fishy smell, not unpleasant, but I still gave up the idea of licking her vulva. My left hand continued to support her waist, and I withdrew my right hand, holding my index and middle fingers together. I started rubbing her vulva back and forth. Soon, her vulva became noticeably engorged and open. After feeling a slippery liquid on my fingers, I carefully inserted my middle finger into her vulva. Her vulva gripped my finger tightly, and it felt warm and wet inside. I started with shallow thrusting, and soon her vaginal fluids increased, her two plump, red labia began to open and close slightly. I then inserted my middle finger deeper and deeper until it was fully inside, followed by my index finger, both fingers thrusting in and out of my mother's vagina together. At this moment, my mother added water to the pot, put the lid on, placed her hands on the stove (gas stove), and leaned forward, occasionally straightening up to look at the pot. My fingers were thrusting faster and faster, and I could hear the "splattering" sounds coming from inside her. As I thrust, I rotated my fingers, and my mother finally couldn't help but let out a trembling "hmm." I was beneath her and couldn't see her expression, which was a little disappointing. Finally, my fingers got tired, so I pulled them out and smeared all the fluid from my fingers onto my mother's inner thighs and buttocks. Mom pushed me away slightly, grabbed a bowl, scooped out the green beans from the pot, and poured a lot of oil into it. After she finished, 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 some 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 on 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. Mom couldn't hold back and let out a soft "ah." Then I noticed her breathing became heavy, her neck arched back, and her mouth was 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 were facing 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 fuck her hard. By this time, the oil in the pot was already sizzling with thick smoke. My mother hurriedly poured the chopped pork liver and green peppers from the cutting board into the pot, then put both hands on the stove, sticking her buttocks up high to facilitate my penetration. I fucked her like this for about twenty times, then my mother turned her head and said to me with difficulty, "Wait... wait a minute."It was tight, and I could feel a warm, wet sensation inside. I started with shallow thrusts, and soon her juices flowed more freely. Her two plump, red labia began to open and close slightly. I inserted my middle finger deeper and deeper until it was fully inside, then I inserted my index finger as well, thrusting both fingers into my mother's honeypot together. At this moment, my mother added water to the pot, put the lid on, placed her hands on the stove (gas stove), and leaned forward, occasionally straightening up to look at the pot. My fingers were thrusting faster and faster, and I could hear the "splat, splat" sounds coming from inside my mother. As I thrust, I rotated my fingers, and my mother finally couldn't help but let out a trembling "hmm." I was under my mother and couldn't see her face at that moment, which was a bit of a regret. My fingers finally got tired, so I pulled them out and smeared all the sticky fluid from my two fingers on the inside of my mother's thighs and buttocks. Mom pushed me away slightly, grabbed a bowl, scooped out the green beans from the pot, and poured a lot of oil into it. After she finished, 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 some 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 on 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. Mom couldn't hold back and let out a soft "ah." Then I noticed her breathing became heavy, her neck arched back, and her mouth was 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 were facing 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 fuck her hard. By this time, the oil in the pot was already sizzling with thick smoke. My mother hurriedly poured the chopped pork liver and green peppers from the cutting board into the pot, then put both hands on the stove, sticking her buttocks up high to facilitate my penetration. I fucked her like this for about twenty times, then my mother turned her head and said to me with difficulty, "Wait... wait a minute."It was tight, and I could feel a warm, wet sensation inside. I started with shallow thrusts, and soon her juices flowed more freely. Her two plump, red labia began to open and close slightly. I inserted my middle finger deeper and deeper until it was fully inside, then I inserted my index finger as well, thrusting both fingers into my mother's honeypot together. At this moment, my mother added water to the pot, put the lid on, placed her hands on the stove (gas stove), and leaned forward, occasionally straightening up to look at the pot. My fingers were thrusting faster and faster, and I could hear the "splat, splat" sounds coming from inside my mother. As I thrust, I rotated my fingers, and my mother finally couldn't help but let out a trembling "hmm." I was under my mother and couldn't see her face at that moment, which was a bit of a regret. My fingers finally got tired, so I pulled them out and smeared all the sticky fluid from my two fingers on the inside of my mother's thighs and buttocks. Mom pushed me away slightly, grabbed a bowl, scooped out the green beans from the pot, and poured a lot of oil into it. After she finished, 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 some 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 on 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. Mom couldn't hold back and let out a soft "ah." Then I noticed her breathing became heavy, her neck arched back, and her mouth was 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 were facing 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 fuck her hard. By this time, the oil in the pot was already sizzling with thick smoke. My mother hurriedly poured the chopped pork liver and green peppers from the cutting board into the pot, then put both hands on the stove, sticking her buttocks up high to facilitate my penetration. I fucked her like this for about twenty times, then my mother turned her head and said to me with difficulty, "Wait... wait a minute."
I held my mother's waist still, letting my penis remain quietly inside her. My mother seemed relieved, picked up a spatula and stir-fried the pork liver in the pan a dozen times, adding seasonings, then another dozen times. She turned off the gas, grabbed a bowl, and haphazardly scooped out the stir-fried green peppers and pork liver. I noticed the green peppers and pork liver were slightly burnt, which I found somewhat amusing. My mother probably noticed and glared at me. Then she obediently lay down, sticking her buttocks high in the air. Understanding, I began to thrust, but before I had even completed ten thrusts, a phone rang in the living room. While I hesitated, my mother turned back and pleaded, "Pull it out for a moment, I need to answer the phone." I followed her into the living room. My mother picked up the phone and began to answer. 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 her waist tightly, pressed my upper body against her back, and listened to the phone call with her. I heard Dad's voice on the other end of the line. Dad told Mom that he had arranged to play mahjong with General Manager Gan and Director Cui from the factory after dinner that night, and that they might play a little late. He told Mom not to worry. Just as Mom was about to speak, I mischievously thrust hard into her vagina. Mom couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!"
Then, I heard Dad ask on the other end of the line: "Cuihua, are you alright? What happened?" Mom mumbled, "I got bitten by a mosquito." She even slapped her hand twice on purpose. I felt relieved and began to slowly thrust my penis in and out, fucking 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, then spoke to him in a calm tone, "Okay, I know. Don't go too far. Try to come home early after you're done; you have work tomorrow. Be careful on your way home tonight." As Mom spoke, I felt the tightness of her vaginal walls gripping my penis, intensifying the stimulation with each thrust. Finally, Mom finished her call and hung up with difficulty, saying angrily, "Chengcheng, you almost killed me just now!" I didn't answer, but increased the speed of my thrusts. Mom fell silent, quietly leaning against a chair next to the phone, her upper body pressed low, her breasts against the chair, her large buttocks raised high. I, like a madman, relentlessly thrust into Mom's already overflowing vagina. Our lower bodies collided repeatedly, making "slap slap slap" sounds. Mom also started to squeeze out "hmm...hmm..." sounds from her throat. 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, and I thrust desperately. Mom's big buttocks also began to move back and forth, bouncing up and down, meeting my thrusts. As I fucked her, I stared at Mom's round, smooth buttocks, watching the ripples of her hips from the impact. Suddenly, I had a desire to shatter everything. I raised my right hand high and slapped her snow-white buttocks hard twice. Two red handprints slowly appeared. Mom just suppressed two "ah" sounds, without any expression of protest. 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 Mom's apron strap from behind, and the apron slid down. Then I pushed my mother's t-shirt up until it covered her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath, and her two large breasts bounced out. With each vigorous thrust, they swayed. After about two minutes of this, I abruptly pulled my penis out of her vagina, and a few drops of vaginal fluid splashed out. My mother let out another "Ah!" Before she could fully react, I pulled her up from the chair, squatted down, hugged her waist, and lifted her onto the octagonal table. Now, 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 thrusts quickened, 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 sway. Because I was fucking so hard, a few times my penis accidentally slipped out of my mother's vagina, and my mother would take the initiative to hold it and guide me to her vaginal opening. At this time, my mother's face was flushed, her hair was disheveled, her eyes were half-open, and her charming seductive appearance only added fuel to the fire, making me even more frenzied. I finally felt a tingling sensation on my glans, I knew I was about to ejaculate, I held my breath and thrust into my mother's plump vagina seven or eight more times, then I pushed forward with all my might, my glans throbbing strongly, and powerful waves of semen gushed out, hitting the depths of my mother's vagina. My mother also hugged me tightly, her legs hooked around my waist. After a while, I heard my mother let out a long sigh of relief. I lay on top of her, not wanting to move anymore. My penis, still inside her, was throbbing, enjoying the afterglow of my ejaculation. It was quite a while before I finally got off her. By then, my penis had already withdrawn from her body due to its limpness. I looked at her genitals; white semen was flowing continuously from her vagina. Her once dark and shiny 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 squeezed over her breasts, her two large, white breasts hanging loosely at her sides. Her hands hung limply at her sides. Her 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 in the creases of her legs 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 to about half full. 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 entered 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 entered a prestigious university with a score 80 points above the cutoff for first-tier universities. In university, I found a girlfriend, started a new life, and my relationship with my mother gradually became more natural. My mother genuinely liked my girlfriend. She always supported my choices without reservation, and I am still grateful to her to this day. In the seven years after graduation, I worked at Huawei, China Telecom, and the power company. 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 often unsettled, and sometimes memories of the past inevitably surface. Out of sheer boredom, I'm writing these little things down for amusement. [End of text] [Last edited by 弑舞九流]
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