Mom and my green onions

My Mother and My Green Onion

I was born in 1986 into a happy family. As the only boy in my generation, I was showered with

love. My father was a railway engineer, and my mother was a pharmacist. My mother was just twenty years old when I was born.

Time flies, and it was 2002 in the blink of an eye. I was sixteen and in my first year of high school. Perhaps because I was pampered by my family from a young age, I matured late. It wasn't until high school that I began to yearn for things between men and women. I developed a strong interest in women's bodies and started renting obscene books and VCDs, secretly flipping through them.

I had a crush on a pretty girl in my class, and she seemed to have some feelings for me too. Although we were often together, we never even held hands. One night, I dreamed that we were naked together, doing *that*, and then I felt a tingling sensation all over my body. I woke up with a start and found my underwear wet and sticky. I knew this was what physiology books described as nocturnal emission, but the unprecedented pleasure was just too good. I learned to masturbate, but the loneliness, isolation, and guilt that followed made me very uncomfortable. I only did it when I couldn't resist. However, my desire for a woman's body led me to constantly seek out various erotic books to add color to my masturbation. One day, I bought a novel about incest between a mother and son at a bookstall. When I read the lewd scenes between the mother and son, I couldn't help but put my hand inside my underwear and masturbate with my erect penis. That evening, after my mother came out of the shower, I was still thinking about the lewd scenes between the mother and son described in the book. I stared blankly at my mother's beautiful face after her bath and her slender body wrapped in her nightgown, fantasizing about lying in bed with her. Although my mother is 36 years old, her job dispensing medicine at the hospital pharmacy is easy, and she takes good care of herself, making her look like she's only around 30. Add to that the delicate, fair skin typical of Suzhou beauties and her tall, slender figure (1.68 meters), and she's incredibly sexy! "What are you looking at? Go do your homework!" My mother seemed a little embarrassed by my gaze, her cheeks flushing a beautiful blush. "Mom, you're so beautiful! If we went out together, people would definitely think you were my older sister!" I snapped out of my reverie and tried to sound joking. "Silly boy, don't talk nonsense with your mother. Go do your homework." Because my father is often away on business trips, it's mostly just my mother and me at home, so I'm usually very casual with my mother. But this was the first time I'd ever said something like this to her. Perhaps sensing the unusual emotion in my eyes, my mother shyly tightened her clothes. "Go study, don't fool around here." Lying in bed, I recalled the descriptions of incestuous mother-son relationships in the book, thinking of my mother's beautiful face, fantasizing about lying in bed with her and ejaculating thick semen. From then on, I lost

all . I only fantasized about being with my mother every day. Unexpectedly, the opportunity soon came my way. That day, my mother held a class reunion at home. Several of her friends came over. When they saw me, I tried my best to act obedient. They all praised my mother for having such a handsome and tall son, envying her good fortune in having a good husband and such a sensible son. In the end, they all got a little drunk, so we had to let them sleep at home. My mother and I had to squeeze onto my single bed. At first, we slept foot-to-foot, but I couldn't fall asleep. Hearing them both fast asleep, I quietly squeezed behind my mother and gently embraced her soft body. In her sleep, she shifted slightly towards me, her round, plump buttocks pressing tightly against my erect penis. Holding my mother, whom I had longed for day and night, and inhaling her alluring fragrance, my penis throbbed painfully. I couldn't resist gently caressing her full body through her clothes, and finally, losing all reason, I lifted her nightgown and began caressing her soft, plump buttocks. I rubbed my penis against her buttocks, and accidentally slipped between her legs, directly against her warm, soft vulva. My mother's soft body instantly stiffened, her breathing stopped, and her tense

legs clamped tightly around my penis. My hand was still grasping her swollen breasts; my heart stopped beating with fear. My mother silently moved forward, her soft, smooth skin giving my penis intense pleasure. I couldn't resist thrusting forward, pressing against her vulva. I lost my mind, gripping my mother's breasts tightly, my lower body pressed against her large buttocks, rapidly pumping my penis. My mother twisted her round, full buttocks, trying to get away from me, but this only gave me greater stimulation. A tingling sensation ran down my back, and I ejaculated a large amount of semen between my mother's legs. My mother stopped struggling, letting my throbbing penis spray semen between her legs. When I calmed down, my mother gently pushed away my hand that was holding her breasts, quietly went to the bathroom, and when she came back, she lay down to sleep with my feet together. When I woke up in the morning, her friends had all left. I looked at my mother's face with worry, and found that she was the same as usual, as if nothing had happened last night. I almost wondered if I was dreaming, but when I saw my mother's underwear covered in milky white mucus in the dirty clothes in the washing machine, I knew that I had indeed done that thing with my mother last night. I was careful in my interactions with my mother, but her behavior puzzled me. She hadn't changed at all, and gradually I forgot about that night. However, my desire for her body grew stronger with time. I, who used to be among the top students in my class, plummeted to below 20th place in the midterm exams—the worst result I'd ever had. My father was furious. I wanted to study hard, but I just couldn't. Every day, my mother's beautiful face, sweet smile, and voluptuous body kept flashing through my mind. By the end of the semester, my grades had dropped another ten places. My parents urged me to study every day. Anxiety appeared in my mother's eyes, and her temper worsened. I was in so much pain I felt like I was going crazy. Summer vacation began, and my parents enrolled me in several tutoring classes. But on the day of the exams, I still hadn't improved… My mother finally lost her temper. I despaired. "Mom, I really want to study, but I just can't concentrate…" I cried out to my mother, who froze… I turned and ran back to my room. After dinner, Mom sat blankly in the living room. "Mom, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you. I'll study hard." "Oh, you're not a child anymore, you should be more sensible," Mom replied casually. Although Mom's face was a little pale, she still looked so beautiful, with her graceful, slender neck and fair skin. My resolve, which I had just made, vanished again. "Whatever, learn whatever you can," Mom stood up and slowly walked back to her and Dad's room.

Lying in bed, I pulled out the novel that had made me so depressed and tore it apart angrily. But halfway through, I couldn't help but flip through a few more pages. My desire for Mom's body overwhelmed all reason. I rushed to Mom's room, but thinking of her love for me, I became timid again. Back in my room, I picked up my books to review my lessons, but the scene of that mother and son's lewdness kept appearing in my mind.

If this continues, I really will go crazy. I went to my mother's room again, gently pushed open the door, and saw her lying on the bed with her back to me. Her beautiful curves were so alluring. Even if it was just for a little while, I quietly went to her bedside. She seemed to be fast asleep. I lay down behind her, just like that night.

After a while, I reached out my trembling hand and gently stroked her soft body. Her body trembled slightly, and I hugged her tightly without thinking. "Mom, I love you so much. I know this is wrong, but I just can't forget you. I can't take it anymore. I'm going crazy." My mother lay there silently.

I put my hands inside her bosom and stroked her smooth, full breasts. Her soft body tensed up instantly. I frantically pulled off my underwear and then pulled down my mother's panties. My throbbing penis thrust wildly between her legs. My mother curled up forward, her legs slightly apart, and my penis slid into a warm, moist cavity. I barely thrust for a few seconds before groaning and ejaculating inside her vagina. I didn't pull out my penis; I continued thrusting, and soon ejaculated a second time. My mother leaned forward, and my limp penis slipped out of her body. She pulled up the thin blanket to cover her bare buttocks. My restless emotions vanished instantly, and I nestled in my mother's arms, quickly drifting

into a sweet sleep. When I woke up in the morning, my mother was no longer beside me. When I saw the white smudge on my penis, I realized that I had indeed done that with my mother last night. My heart pounded, and I sneaked back to my room. After getting dressed, I came out and saw that my mother was still the same as always, unchanged, and her expression was normal. Only then did I feel relieved.

That evening, when I went to my mother's room again, the door was locked from the inside. I had no choice but to return to my own room in frustration. Because my sexual desire was somewhat relieved, my grades quickly improved. I tried to open my mother's door almost every day, but to no avail. I was about to give up when, two weeks later, my mother appeared before me after showering, wearing a thin nightgown. Her large, bouncing breasts and fair legs were incredibly alluring. That evening, when I went to my mother's room again, the door was indeed unlocked.

When I lay down behind her, she pretended to be asleep, almost exactly as before. I finished in less than two minutes, but this time she didn't let me sleep next to her. She gently pushed me away. My attempt to cling to her was seen through. Although her movements were light, they were firm and unyielding. I had no choice but to return to my own room, filled with regret and remorse.

Although I had sex with my mother four times, I never truly saw her body or experienced that extraordinary pleasure; it was merely a release of pent-up passion. I secretly resolved that next time I would see her body clearly and slowly savor that ecstatic pleasure. However, when I received my mother's favor again, I was flustered and helpless, ejaculating prematurely, and then my mother kicked me out of her room. In

my second year of high school, my grades improved to the top of the class, and my parents were overjoyed. When my father praised me, my mother's face flushed slightly, and I was also very happy; I hadn't let her down. Finally, my father went on a business trip. My mother sensed my desire in my gaze, blushed, washed herself clean, and went to bed early.

I suppressed my intense desire, masturbated in my own room before going to my mother's room.

I gently pushed open the door. My mother was lying on her side with her back to the door, just as before. I didn't immediately climb onto the bed as I always did; I first admired her beautiful back before slowly approaching her from behind. Although we'd been making love for over half a year, I'd never looked at her body so closely before.

I gently kissed her fair neck, her small earlobes, her slender shoulders, and caressed her delicate, soft skin. I slowly removed her nightgown. My mother seemed to sense something different from before from my actions; her slender body trembled slightly.

I turned her face towards me and kissed her tightly closed, moist lips, greedily caressing her full breasts and kneading her soft nipples. Gradually, her breathing quickened. I climbed on top of her, my erect penis pressing against her warm, wet vulva. When my penis plunged deep into my forbidden territory, my mother let out a soft moan, and two clear tears silently slid down her pink cheeks.

I held my mother's hardening nipple in my mouth, my hip movements gradually quickening. My mother let out soft, low breaths, her warm, moist flesh tightly

enveloping my penis. Her arms involuntarily wrapped around my waist. As I thrust finally into her vagina, her body tensed, her vulva arching upwards. With a powerful thrust, a gush of heat shot into her body. Our lower bodies pressed tightly together, and we fell limply onto the bed. My mother let out a long sigh, her hot breath tickling my ear.

I cupped my mother's sweaty face, kissing her soft lips and slipping my tongue into her mouth. My mother opened her teeth, and we shared a deep, sweet kiss. I savored her saliva, my penis, deeply inserted inside her, gripped tightly by her spasming flesh, and it became erect again.

My mother and I were tightly embracing each other, our lower bodies intertwined. I once again savored that dizzying pleasure and the sweet, intoxicating love.

Waking up in the morning, I felt life was so beautiful, as if everything had become even more wonderful and captivating. I went behind my mother, who was making breakfast

, and gently wrapped my arms around her slender waist. "Mom, this is so nice..." My mother gently pulled my arms away, turned to face me, her pretty face flushed with a captivating blush, avoiding my gaze, and walked out of the kitchen.

When we sat down at the table to eat breakfast, my mother's expression returned to normal. When I went over to kiss her alluring red lips, she stopped me with her eyes, a look of unwavering determination that brooked no disrespect. I timidly shrank back. A hint of approval and a touch of shyness appeared in my mother's eyes. "Eat, or you'll be late."

That evening, when I went to my mother's room again, as I expected, the door was locked from the inside. I knocked on the door. "Mom, tomorrow's my birthday. What gift did you prepare for me? Can I see it?" I asked persistently. "What is it? We'll talk about it tomorrow," Mom replied from inside.

That evening, I returned home to find a pair of sneakers I had been asking my parents for a long time on my bed. I was deeply disappointed. During dinner, Mom and I both drank some wine. Looking at Mom's flushed face, I reminded her again, "Mom, today is my birthday. Didn't I give you the sneakers? You've been asking for them for so long." "Mom pretended not to understand what I wanted, turning her gaze away and changing the subject.

I quietly went to Mom's room and was surprised to find the door opening easily. Mom's naked body glowed like milk in the soft moonlight. I went to Mom, cupped her smooth face, and Mom wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me sweetly.

I kissed Mom's alluring body with ecstatic joy, and finally returned to my birthplace, parting her thick pubic hair and inserting my tongue into her warm, moist cavity to suck, lick, and thrust... Mom twisted her body restlessly, letting out soft moans. Slightly sour, sticky fluid flowed into my mouth. I knelt between Mom's legs, pressing my thick penis against Mom's hairy vulva, but after several thrusts, I couldn't penetrate."

"Mom..." I couldn't help but call out anxiously. Although I had done it with Mom before, it was always Mom who moved her body to get closer to my penis. When I took the initiative, I couldn't find the entrance. "Hmm," Mom was obviously hurt by my impact. She raised her legs, and a warm, smooth little hand gently grasped my penis. She first rubbed the

head of my penis against her vulva a few times before aiming at the wet vaginal opening. With the lubrication of Mom's vaginal fluid, I easily slid into the passage where I was born sixteen years ago. Mom sighed softly, one hand around my waist, the other pressing my head against her breast... As my thrusting became faster and faster, Mom also let out the familiar low moans and whimpers, "Mom, this is so good... so exciting... good Mom!" "Mom's breathing became more and more rapid, her arms tightly wrapped around my waist, pulling me forcefully towards her body. 'Oh...' Mom suddenly let out a soft cry, her wet, hot lower body pressed tightly against my vulva, the tender, wet flesh gripping my penis tightly, spasming and convulsing in waves. 'I'm going to cum...' I couldn't help but shout, ejaculating thick semen inside Mom.

I lay on Mom's soft body, panting heavily. Mom weakly pushed me away, and when our eyes met, Mom glanced at me shyly and charmingly. 'You're so heavy.' I realized, reluctantly pulling out my penis and lying down beside Mom. I brushed aside the few strands of sweaty hair that clung to Mom's forehead and kissed her panting little mouth. Mom obediently extended her smooth little tongue for me to suck on, and even actively licked the tip of my tongue...

I took her little hand and held my sticky penis, kneading her still firm breasts. 'So beautiful, Mom, I love you so much.'" "When I licked her little palm, Mom tried to pull back because she was ticklish. Seeing Mom's shy and charming little girl expression, I climbed on top of her again. Mom immediately raised her legs high, grasped my penis, and guided me into her body."

Under my relentless rape, Mom repeatedly reached the peak of excitement. The fluid secreted from her genitals changed from a sticky consistency to a thinner one. When I ejaculated inside her for the fifth time, Mom couldn't withstand the intense pleasure and fainted. I panted as I saw that both Mom's genitals and my penis were covered in sticky, milky-white secretions. I gently caressed and kissed every part of Mom's body. Mom woke up and felt me kissing her lower mouth. She was both ashamed and anxious, "Um, it's dirty." "It's not dirty. I was born from here. I like Mom's scent." Stimulated by the mature feminine scent of Mom's genitals, my penis became erect again. I pulled Mom's small hand to my penis. "Oh...

" Mom let out a soft cry. Seeing Mom's slightly swollen labia majora and the pink vaginal opening from which my semen was slowly flowing, my lust intensified. Seeing my mother's sweat-drenched body, lying weakly on the bed, I said, "Mom, you're too tired, let's sleep." Her face was flushed even in the dim moonlight, and her eyes glistened with tears; she was clearly moved by my care. She struggled to roll over and bury her head between my legs.

She cupped my penis in her small hands, slowly opened her mouth, and took my large glans in, gently licking and sucking. The sensation was completely different from intercourse; her warm, moist mouth, her slippery, agile tongue, and her powerful sucking made me ejaculate quickly into her mouth. I saw her actually enjoying it, and when I stared at her with wide eyes, she shyly turned her head away. I moved her face back and kissed her sweet little mouth, the faint taste of birch sap in my semen filling the air. Too exhausted, Mom and I quickly fell asleep.

From that day on, Mom changed her frequency from once every two weeks to once a week, and she could only ejaculate three times each time. When she had her period, she would satisfy me with her hands and mouth. Compared to before, I was quite content, but during the day, I was strictly forbidden from making any intimate gestures towards her. Dad still went on business trips irregularly. He didn't notice what had happened between Mom and me, thanks to Mom's strict upbringing, because I couldn't make any frivolous advances towards Mom during the day or at night when Dad was home.

This continued until I went to university in another city.

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