Ejaculating on his mother in the car

I ejaculated on the train with my mother
. Because it was an electric train, it was usually crowded during the summer holidays. My mother and I were standing near the door, with my mother in front of me. For some reason, the crowd kept getting bigger and bigger. My penis, which had just gone down from the walking, got even harder and harder because of the pushing and shoving. It bumped into my buttocks again and became incredibly hard. Since our clothes were very thin, could you say I couldn't feel my penis? But I wanted to move away, but my buttocks would bump into someone behind me. The atmosphere was really awkward. My mother sensed my unease and fidgeting, so she pretended to be calm, afraid that I would become even more uneasy. So I just stayed pressed against my buttocks, unable to move, swaying with the train. During this process, I felt a bit guilty and a bit of enjoyment. And my mother? She just closed her eyes. Was she running away? Or was she, like me, a little intoxicated?

After about twenty minutes, we finally arrived at the station. We got off the train one after another, and Mom, pretending to be nonchalant, smiled and said, "Phew...we're finally here. Let's go to Sogo first." I nodded and followed her. The first thing Mom did at Sogo was look for the restroom. I went into the restroom too, took out my penis to pee, and then saw that my pants were covered in white, clear discharge. I quickly grabbed some toilet paper to wipe myself clean and went to the restroom.

I went outside, and as usual, I waited for Mom outside. Standing there, I wondered if Mom had the same discharge as me. After a long wait, Mom came out of the restroom. "Have you been waiting long?"

"Um...no," I replied. We continued shopping in the department store. As we walked, I don't know why, or maybe it was because Mom was different from usual after getting off the train—like a young girl, jumping around and attracting men—I started paying attention to her body, looking at her buttocks, her breasts, her legs, every part of her. I was completely captivated by her.

My mother seemed to sense that someone was watching her every move, so her movements were no longer as graceful as before, as if she was afraid of giving a bad impression. Sometimes she would come up behind me, grab my shoulder and ask if it looked good, or intentionally or unintentionally bump into me with her bottom and body. Except for my younger brother, now, no matter what we do, like helping my mother get money or bags, there's an unspoken understanding between us that we touch each other's bodies.

When it was time to eat, my mother and I sat facing each other, and she didn't shy away from eating with her chest out, as if afraid I wasn't looking at her. I also had to resist the temptation and eat my meal with a sense of helplessness. After dinner, my mother and I went shopping again. We went into a clothing store, and my mother picked out an outfit to try on. When she came out, it was a top with an off-shoulder design on the right side and a short skirt with fringed lace on the left. "Does it look good, Yulin?" she exclaimed. The whole outfit accentuated her figure. "Hmm, so pretty!" My mother then bought it and continued shopping.

"Oh! It's almost four o'clock. Okay, it's time to go home," Mom said. "Let's go back to the station."

"Okay!" We walked towards the station. The train was still crowded. Mom was standing by the door, and I was standing behind her. I thought it wouldn't be as crowded this time, and it wouldn't be as awkward as last time. But then Mom leaned back and pressed against my brother. Immediately, a physical reaction occurred between us. Because of the long-term repression and the current situation, I pretended that it was crowded behind me and squeezed forward. The swaying of the train created an indescribable feeling between Mom and me.

Maybe it was animal instinct, but then Mom moved her right buttock, which was pressed against my brother, to the right, placing her buttocks on my brother. At this point, my brother was in a position for sex. After one stop, more people got on the train, and Mom and I were even closer. I don't know why, but I just wanted to put my brother in the most comfortable position. So I reached into my pocket and spread my hard brother forward, pressing my penis against Mom's anus and vagina.

It really might be because our clothes were thin; the feeling was just like making love. We just wanted to see if we could push each other's underwear to the point of tearing a hole, so we could both have each other. At this point, Mom still kept her eyes tightly closed, gripping the railing with both hands, afraid of losing her balance. We kept pushing like that until we got to the train station to go home. After getting off the train, Mom came to her senses and walked forward, and I followed closely behind her. After leaving the train station, we got into a taxi, one on each side. Maybe the driver had been drinking, because he said, "Oh, are you two arguing? Why are you sitting so far away?" Mom's face turned even redder, and she smiled.

When we got home, we did our own things as usual, without much change. It's just that we paid more attention to each other's movements and bodies. I did one more thing than usual: I had to go to the toilet to masturbate. And later, during our shopping trips, it was also a secret between our bodies, enjoying each other.

One time, Mom asked me to go shopping again. I had just finished showering and didn't have time to find my underwear, so I just put on my sweatpants and went out. As usual, I got on the train with Mom. We were comfortable together, and my penis started to swell, pressing directly against her vulva. But this time it felt different from before; it felt more real. Mom was also different; her eyes were wide open, and her buttocks were constantly rubbing slightly against my penis, and she would also push against me a little. This time, Mom even curiously touched her rear end, then quickly withdrew her hand. She turned her face towards me and whispered, "You're not wearing underwear?" I nodded. Then

Mom closed her eyes again, and her buttocks continued to rub against me. But this time, after much rubbing and teasing, I ejaculated. I ejaculated through three layers of clothing outside her genitals. At that moment, I stood there, barely suppressing the pleasure, and said to my mother, "My pants are wet, what should I do?"

My mother opened her eyes, turned around, and took some tissues from her purse, saying, "Be careful, take this to wipe yourself first. I'll give you the purse to cover yourself later. When you're walking behind

, stay close so no one can see!" At that moment, I felt a huge weight lifted from my heart, and I felt much more at ease. After leaving the station, we went to the Sogo restroom to freshen up. After we came out, my mother chuckled and asked, "Can I have my purse back now?"

I nodded and said, "Yes, you can!" My mother was also happily shopping, and I followed behind her joyfully. We strolled and ate, having a wonderful time, and we talked more than before, chatting as we shopped and ate, talking about her career and my studies, just like a couple.

On the train home, since Mom hadn't bought anything this time, I could grab the same railing as her with one hand, and hold her shoulder with the other. My penis was pressed against her vulva, and oh my god! I felt like my penis could go in, two or three centimeters in and out. It felt so different. Mom's eyes were wide open, as if she were watching my penis enter her vagina. My hand holding the railing instinctively reached for her buttocks. It felt strange, so real. It turned out Mom had already taken off her underwear. I put my hand back down, and then we pressed against each other even harder, trying to go five or seven centimeters, and we were afraid that others would see us having sex. Then Mom turned her head and said, "My skirt must be wet. When we get off the train, you have to follow me closely, or someone will see us."

Then we continued to sway with the train. After that, maybe Mom got smarter. She went and bought a super thin pure cotton sports skirt and pants, and they were black. I thought that way no one would notice that they were wet. Although Mom didn't say anything when she gave them to me, we both tacitly wore them to take the bus and go shopping. Wearing the pants Mom bought this time was indeed different. When I was outside, it felt like I was only wearing a condom. Before we even got on the bus, my brother had already pitched a tent, so I borrowed Mom's purse to cover it up.

Once on the train, as if we'd been waiting for this for ages, we tried out the clothes. They were indeed different from last time; almost two-thirds of the way in could be inserted. Her eyes were fixed on the door. We made love gently, forcefully, and swaying, especially when changing tracks—that was the most pleasurable moment. The swaying and forceful thrusting of my hips felt so good. As we continued, "Mom, I'm going to cum," I whispered carefully in her ear. At that moment, her hips arched even higher, and her vagina clenched even tighter. I released all my semen. After we

got off the train, Mom kept touching her skirt and asking, "It's wet, can you tell?"

I kept saying, "Absolutely not."

In the days that followed, my mom and I acted as if nothing had happened and never mentioned it. Whenever my mom said she was going out to buy something, I would always wear the sweatpants she gave me. Then our actions became bolder and bolder. Now we like to do this in the train car and the aisle near the car. When I'm about to ejaculate, we move to the back and I vigorously thrust my hips into her vagina to ejaculate. Sometimes I would ask, "Mom, does it hurt?"

My mom would always shake her head and say no. We maintained this mother-son relationship through two layers of clothing, and we also maintained a good attitude at home. Then one summer night during my second year of high school, I would usually go back to my room to do my own thing around 7 pm, like playing video games, reading comics, or thinking about my mom masturbating. Maybe I found video games boring and wanted to see my mom more after reading comics.

So we sat in the living room and continued watching TV with Mom. But of all the news reports, there was one about a father raping his own daughter. For some reason, Mom and I both blushed furiously. Mom pretended nothing was wrong, picked up the remote, and said, "That's crazy!" Then she switched to an entertainment gossip program. Unfortunately, the program was discussing relationships, specifically the most exciting places to have sex. We were completely frozen on the sofa, and Mom was even more embarrassed to switch to another program, afraid the TV would say something true. So Mom and I just watched the program like that. Then the TV started mentioning places like "the suburbs, in a car, in the kitchen, on the rooftop, on a train..."

Wow! Oh no! My mom and I were really scared. The thing we least wanted to hear had come out. So I lifted my feet and put them on the sofa. When my mom heard this, she also put her feet on the sofa to the side. Maybe because she was embarrassed while watching TV, she didn't realize that her feet were positioned at an angle that allowed me to see her genitals. "Oh my god, Mom isn't wearing underwear!"

I thought to myself after looking at her. Her swollen labia and those two petals were something I had never seen before. As time went on, my penis became more and more aroused, and my mom was also more focused on listening to the TV interview. It seemed like a small light was coming out of her vagina. As my mom looked, she probably felt something flowing out of her vagina, so she pretended to turn her head to look. When she saw me staring at her, she probably really didn't realize that her posture allowed me to see. She immediately put her feet on the ground again. At this moment, I immediately shifted my gaze back to the TV.

Mom went into the bathroom. I thought she might be too embarrassed to go in and tidy herself up. A little while later, she came back to the sofa and, just like before, put her legs up at an angle. I caught a glimpse of this out of the corner of my eye, and when I saw her seemingly engrossed in the TV, I secretly glanced at her. She hadn't put her underwear back on when she went to the bathroom, and her vagina was even more wet.

"She must have been masturbating," I thought. Looking at her vagina, which was opening and closing, I knew Mom really wanted me to give it to her, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. We did it accidentally on the train, but how could I be so bold as to use my mom at home? Twenty minutes passed, and I went into the bathroom to release all my pent-up desire. Three minutes later, I came out of the living room, and Mom and I sat in front of the TV like nothing was wrong, watching TV until bedtime when we went to our separate rooms to sleep.

On Sundays, my mom and I take the train to go shopping, enjoying the thrill of intimacy. We also often watch gossip TV or sex channels together. We have an unspoken agreement: neither of us wears underwear. Every now and then, my mom will subtly let me see her private parts, and I'll stand up and pretend to drink water, walking past her to let her see my erection. Our mother-son entertainment seems to be getting more and more interesting.

One time, my mom picked up the remote, seemingly intentionally but not quite, and started searching for channels. The TV started searching from channel 0, and the first thing that popped up was a sex program. I wondered when this channel appeared; it's a pay-TV channel! But I didn't think much of it. My mom kept pressing the remote, but couldn't turn it off. Maybe she was too nervous.

"Is there something wrong with the remote?" I asked. "

Maybe," she said. "It's weird, I can't press anything. It's strange."

So I took the remote from my mom and pretended to press a few times, because I didn't want to turn it off, since I really hadn't seen it.

"It seems like it's really broken."

Then, my mom and I, as if helpless, had no choice but to watch a sex program together. The sounds of the male and female leads touching and penetrating each other on TV truly resonated with my mom and me. I watched for a short while before rushing to the bathroom and ejaculating everywhere. My mom followed me into the bathroom shortly after I left the living room, probably doing the same thing, releasing her pent-up desire. When my mom returned to the living room, she put her feet on the sofa. I glanced at her; her vagina was slightly open and wet everywhere. I thought she must really want it. The next day, as soon as my mom came home, she said she was going to buy something. I knew what she wanted to do. In the car, unlike before, when her hands were always properly placed in front, this time she grabbed my buttocks and pulled them forcefully towards her own. My mom really... I really wanted to tear our clothes.

After getting home, we showered separately and watched TV together. While watching, Mom knew the sex channel number, but she was too embarrassed to press search. She switched to a program we liked, but this time she wore a larger t-shirt, the kind that covered her underwear. Because she had been sitting for a long time, she got up to move around a bit, straightening her legs and stretching her arms. Immediately, her genitals were fully exposed. Then she knelt on the sofa, pulling herself back with her hands, straightening her back and sticking her buttocks up – it was truly mesmerizing. Later, Mom sat back down on the sofa and continued watching TV. We watched until they both went to the bathroom to masturbate before going back to our rooms to sleep.

This kind of life continued until our senior year of high school when things changed drastically. One day, Mom came home from work, and I was watching cartoons in the living room waiting for her. Maybe because she's been working overtime at the company lately and is too tired to watch TV with me, I was especially happy today. I heard her murmur as she went into the bathroom to shower. I don't know if she secretly bought it on the way or what, but when she came out of the bathroom, I almost got a nosebleed from being too excited. She was wearing a thin-strapped, shiny silk nightgown, and the imprint of her nipples was clearly visible on it. She was also wearing checkered ripped stockings, looking just like a TV drama heroine.

Then, Mom switched the TV from cartoons to a sex program and sat on the sofa. At this point, Mom didn't shy away from letting her hand wander over her genitals. I couldn't take it anymore, and Mom became even bolder, directly inserting her fingers into her vagina. Seeing Mom do this, I slowly pulled down the front of my pants. I pulled down my pants, carefully pressing my fingers down to avoid being discovered by my mother. She was engrossed in masturbating in front of the TV and me, so she didn't notice that I had pulled down my pants and was carefully rubbing them up

and down with my fingers. At this point, it seemed like she was really going for it, and she thrust more and more intensely. I changed to gripping her hand, gripping faster and faster. I couldn't control my ejaculation anymore, so I cried out. My mother stared intently at me, watching as I ejaculated onto my chest, and she kept moaning and moaning. I think we both had orgasms. After that, we started watching porn every night, her masturbating while I masturbated, but we didn't interfere with each other. If we wanted to have sex, we could only wait for Sunday shopping days. And with the arrival of the weekend, our shopping days increased.

Maybe it's because I'm young and strong, but I masturbate with my mom almost every day while watching TV. Recently it's gotten even more outrageous. We'd call out to each other while watching, as if we wanted to be with each other. This actually happened a few days ago. Before, my mom would sit at the other end of the sofa next to me, and I would sit in the middle. Now, my mom is sitting at the end of the sofa next to me, and I'm at the end next to my mom, almost a step away. I don't know why we ended up sitting like this. Then we started teasing each other with the TV, and then we started masturbating. We were really too close. Our faces were like there was a veil between us, almost kissing. Finally, my lips touched my mom's gently, and then I kissed her hard. Our tongues started to intertwine, and my hand went to grab my mom's full breasts.

At this moment, her hand also reached for my younger brother. My brother felt so hot and good. Mom held on and wouldn't let go, kissing and licking me. Then Mom stopped and looked at the TV. I listened to Mom and continued watching TV. Soon, Mom stood up and moved in front of me. Facing me was that person's buttocks. I also stood up, touching Mom's buttocks. At this moment, we were like we were on a train, pretending to feel like we were being pushed by a lot of people. Then Mom said, "We didn't have sex, we were just pushed by others."

My brother was also pressing against Mom's vulva, just like on the train, but it was different. It went in so smoothly, so easily, so wonderfully, and it was the whole thing! As it went in and out, I saw my penis covered in Mom's lubricant. The more we did it, the more it felt like swaying on a train, a completely different experience. Mom kept calling my name, and I kept calling her name too. And so, I released all the love I'd accumulated for Mom over the years into this one time. Mom felt my love and held onto the table tightly, as if afraid of falling. Afterwards, Mom and I did it in the kitchen, on the rooftop balcony, in the suburbs, even in my school park, all with our backs to me. Because Mom always told me, "We weren't actually having sex; it was just other people pushing us."

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