Mom! You're mine now.

The morning sun shone on my face, warm and comforting. I opened my eyes, glanced at the clock—it was seven o'clock. I stretched vigorously, my penis playfully erect. I gently touched the swollen, glistening glans, feeling the contact between my fingertips and the tip. A fire seemed to burn in my lower body. I grasped my penis and began stroking it up and down. A slight pleasure surged through my brain. I arched my back, trying to reach as far as possible to the base of my penis.

I closed my eyes, thinking about the porn I'd watched last night: the woman's beautiful body, her white, firm breasts, her cherry-red nipples, and her mysterious vulva. Thinking of these things, my penis became even harder. My hand, half-clenched into a tube, rapidly stroked my penis. The pleasure grew stronger and stronger. I clenched my anus, concentrating on my penis. A surge of heat rose from my lower abdomen, and suddenly, an intense pleasure washed over me. I felt as if I were flying through the air, experiencing a blissful, ethereal sensation. A thick stream of semen shot out into the sunlight, landing on the pristine white sheets, shimmering with white light.

The pleasure was fleeting. I touched my still-erect penis, my fingers sliding from it to my testicles. The intense friction had made my penis very hot, but my testicles remained slightly cool. I tugged at a few sparse pubic hairs from my testicles, twirling them gently around my fingers.

"Son! Get up and eat, or you'll be late!" My mother's voice called from outside.

"Okay!" I replied, immediately standing up, grabbing the sheets and hastily wiping the remaining semen from my penis before getting dressed.

"Go wash your face, the water's ready," my mother said to me as I came out.

"Okay, Mom, wash the sheets for me later, I accidentally got them dirty yesterday."

"You, at your age, still make me worry," my mother said, going into my room to fold my blankets. Looking at my mother's full figure, I shook my head, made a "tsk tsk!" sound, and went into the bathroom.

My mother doesn't work; she spends her days cleaning the house, cooking, and washing my clothes. Our apartment is small, a one-bedroom, one-living-room kind. My mother sleeps on the sofa in the living room, giving me her own bedroom.

When my father is alive, they sleep in the big bed in the living room, while my mother and I sleep in the small bedroom. My father lost his life because of that money, so my mother and I cherish that savings very much

. We haven't done anything extravagant in the past ten years. When my uncle in Sydney wanted to take us to live with him, we refused because my mother wanted me to grow up in an independent environment. Although my mother thinks this way, she loves me very much. She basically fulfills any request I make. I also love my mother very much. Ever since my penis started developing, every time I see my mother, I have an urge to hug her tightly. However, I have managed to control myself and keep my feelings for my mother buried deep in my heart.

"Mom! I'm off to school!" I finished my meal, grabbed my bag, and pushed open the door to leave.

"Be careful on the road!" Mom said as she cleared away the dishes.

I stepped out of the house, hopped on my bicycle, and sped off to school. I'm in the second year of junior high this year, so my studies aren't too demanding, and I have a pretty relaxed schedule every day.

After school, the first thing I do is grab a comic book and sit on the big stone bench outside the door to read, and today was no exception. A bicycle bell rang, and I looked up to see a girl in a white dress riding by. She was staring at me, and I was staring back at her.

"Bang!" Her bicycle crashed into someone else's bike, and she fell to the ground. I immediately went over and helped her up. "Thank you!" she said, blushing as she picked up her bicycle and sped away.

"What's wrong? What are you grinning about?" Mom asked me, who was grinning like an idiot, while we were eating.

"Ah? No... nothing!" I had been thinking about the girl in white, which was why I had laughed.

Mom stood up and pressed her forehead against mine. "No fever!" she said.

"No, I... I just remembered what was on TV yesterday."

"You're always thinking nonsense." Mom poked my head, and I stuck out my tongue.

That night, I lay in bed, thinking about that girl, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. That girl was younger than Mom, and prettier. Ugh! What am I thinking?

I found my penis had involuntarily become erect. I grabbed it, and without the gentleness of the morning, I rubbed it vigorously, then ejaculated onto the bed. The exhaustion after ejaculation slowly lulled me to sleep.

The next day, as soon as school was over, I couldn't wait to take out my comic book again. As I wished, the girl appeared again. She really did appear, but there was a tall boy next to her. They walked past me, chatting and laughing, and the girl was still staring at me.

"What are you looking at?" the boy said impatiently.

"I was thinking of buying his book, but I haven't found it yet!" the girl said, gripping the boy's arm tightly. Their laughter felt like a mockery of me; I stood there, stunned.

I went home, said nothing, slammed the door shut, and lay down on the bed, pulling the covers over my head. "

Son! Dinner's ready!" Mom called from outside. I didn't move, still lying in bed. "Dinner's ready!" Mom pushed the door open and came in. "What's wrong?" Mom sat on the bed and pulled the covers off me.

"Don't move, you're annoying!" I kicked my leg hard.

"Ouch!" Mom cried out and fell to the floor. I immediately peeked out and saw Mom sitting on the floor, clutching her stomach, her face contorted in pain.

"Mom! Are you alright?" I immediately got out of bed, went to Mom's side, and knelt down. Mom still looked like she was in a lot of pain.

"I'm sorry, Mom!" I didn't know what to do; I just stared blankly at Mom.

After a while, Mom slowly recovered. She reached out and touched my face, "It's okay!"

I hugged her tightly, tears streaming down my face. Mom hugged me back just as tightly.

Now I finally made up my mind: I would take care of Mom for the rest of my life. We sat on the floor, embracing each other, neither of us moving. I breathed in Mom's scent and finally made up my mind to kiss her lips. Mom didn't resist, letting me kiss her willingly. My tongue swirled in Mom's mouth, and Mom's tongue responded to mine. We kissed as we slowly moved to my bed.

I pressed myself against Mom, but she suddenly pushed me away, "Son, we're mother and son, how can you do this!"

Blinded by desire, I didn't care about anything else. I pressed myself tightly against Mom, letting her pound my back. My legs were tightly wrapped around Mom's legs.

Mom resisted for a while, then finally stopped moving. I slowly raised my head, looking into Mom's eyes. Her eyes were filled with tears. I stuck out my tongue and licked her eyelids, the salty tears spreading on my tongue.

"Mom!" I called softly. Mom placed her hand on my back, patting it gently. As if I had received a pardon, I began to kiss Mom's face.

Mom slowly turned her head, letting my tongue lick freely, then she stuck out her tongue and intertwined with mine. I sucked on Mom's tongue, swallowing her saliva. I stood up and slowly unbuttoned Mom's shirt. My hands trembled as I unbuttoned it. Mom laughed at my clumsy movements and unbuttoned all the buttons on her shirt herself.

A pair of fair, tender breasts were revealed. I grasped her two pink nipples with both hands, buried my head between them, and inhaled the sweet scent. My ten fingers pinched my mother's nipples incessantly, and she moaned softly. I slowly pulled down my mother's pants, placing my nose between her legs and inhaling the scent that aroused my desire.

My mother took off her underwear herself and threw it over my head. I quickly took off my own clothes, then knelt between my mother's legs, lovingly stroking her vulva with my fingers. My mother's vulva was large and plump, resembling a small steamed bun with a small slit in the middle.

I gently parted my mother's breasts, revealing her vaginal opening. The narrow slit emitted an alluring scent, and I immediately licked it.

"Mmm!" My mother's body trembled. My tongue licked near her vaginal opening almost frantically, my fingers touching her clitoris. The soft clitoris hardened under my massage, peeking out from the pink foreskin. I gently bit it, shaking my head back and forth, while my fingers caressed her pubic bone and labia majora, which were covered in pubic hair.

My mother pressed my head down forcefully, as if trying to melt me into her vagina. I slowly released my lips, then grasped my penis and poked randomly at my mother's vulva. My mother caught my penis with her hand, guiding it to the vaginal opening, and with a forceful push of my buttocks, my penis entered her vagina.

My mother's warm vagina immediately enveloped my penis, and I slowly began to thrust. A tingling, itchy sensation I'll never forget. At first, it was a little difficult to thrust, but as my mother's vagina gradually became wet, I gradually increased my speed. The tingling sensation turned into a sour feeling. The fleshy folds on my mother's vaginal walls rubbed against my urethra. I lay on top of my mother, kissing her mouth. My mother's hands pressed hard against my buttocks, helping my thrusts.

Suddenly, the head of my penis pressed against something hard. I didn't care about anything else and thrust hard, my penis entering a new place. A suction force pulled at my penis, making my hair stand on end. My mother bit my tongue tightly, her lower body thrusting forcefully to meet my thrusts. After a frenzied series of thrusts, my mother's vagina suddenly contracted violently, and then a stream of hot liquid poured onto the head of my penis. My pleasure reached its peak, and I ejaculated inside my mother's wet vagina.

"Mom! You're mine now!" I said happily, clinging to my mother.

"Then I'm still your mother, you have to listen to me!" My mother stroked my hot penis tenderly. "Son, after all this time, your first time has been taken by your mother like this, do you regret it?"

"No! Mom, this is my treasure for life!"

"You sweet talk, always so sweet!" my mother said.

"Then you taste it." I said, and kissed my mother's lips tightly.

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