Stop pushing!

"Yulin! Are you done yet? Time to go..."

I remember one summer after graduation, I had played video games until late last night, and this morning I was going shopping with my mom. My mom was thirty-nine years old that year, with the figure of an average working woman; any man would want to take a second look at her.

"Coming, coming, going shopping again~~" I replied, my eyes hurting so much I could barely open them.

Growing up in a single-parent family, I've always been my mom's best helper when shopping. I can help her carry things and give her advice, so she often buys me toys or things I like. Therefore, I quite enjoy shopping with my mom. Today was like any other day. Mom was wearing a casual tracksuit with a short skirt, and I was in a half-length hip-hop outfit. We wandered around, buying whatever caught our eye. For some reason, we passed a Triumph store, and Mom stopped and went inside. I, too, just stood there, seemingly lost in thought. These days, lingerie stores aren't like they used to be; they boldly display sexy lingerie. Maybe I didn't notice at first, but right in front of me was a sheer thong set that looked incredibly revealing. As I stared at it, maybe because I'd just woken up, I started to get an erection.

I was too scared to move. Suddenly, Mom moved away from me, her back to me, towards the thong. Her beautiful buttocks brushed firmly against my penis. I panicked and quickly took a small step back. Mom didn't seem to care and continued looking at her clothes.

After a while, "Let's go to the train station, let's go to the next place," she said. That concluded our visit to this area and we headed to our next shopping destination. Once on the train, being an electric train, it was usually quite crowded during the summer holidays. My mother and I were standing near the door, one in front of the other. For some reason, the crowd kept getting bigger and bigger. My penis, which had just gone down from the walking, got even bigger and harder from the pushing and shoving, and I bumped into my mother's buttocks. Because our clothes were so thin, could you say I couldn't feel my penis?

But I was worried that moving behind me would hurt someone, and the atmosphere was really awkward. My mother sensed my unease and fidgeting, so she pretended to be calm to avoid making me even more anxious. So I stayed pressed against my mother's back, unable to move, swaying with the train. During this process, I felt a mix of guilt and pleasure. And my mother? She just closed her eyes. Was she trying to escape? Or was she, like me, somewhat intoxicated?

After about ten or 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 saw that there was some white, clear discharge on the glans. I quickly grabbed a piece of toilet paper and wiped it off. After using the restroom, I went outside and waited for Mom as usual. Standing there, I wondered if Mom would have discharge like me. After a long time, Mom came out of the restroom.

"Have you been waiting long?" "Hmm...""No," I replied, and we continued shopping at the department store. As we walked, something happened—maybe it was because my mother was acting differently after getting off the bus—like a young girl, jumping around as if trying to attract men. I started paying attention to her body, looking at her hips, her chest, 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 the same as before; they became unusually graceful, as if afraid of giving a bad impression.

Sometimes she would even come up behind me, grab my shoulder, and ask... Whether it looks good or not, whether it's intentional or not, their buttocks and bodies bump against mine. Except for my younger brother, now, no matter what we do, like helping Mom get money or bags, there's an unspoken understanding that we'll touch each other's bodies.

At mealtimes, Mom and I sit facing each other, and she doesn't shy away from eating with her chest out, as if afraid I'm not looking at her. I'm also forcing myself to eat this most helpless meal while resisting the temptation. After dinner, Mom and I went shopping again. We went into a clothing store, and Mom picked out an outfit to try on. When she came out, it was a top with an off-the-shoulder design on the right side and a short skirt with frayed lace trim on the left.

"Does it look good, Yulin?" The whole outfit accentuated Mom's figure. "Mmm, so pretty!" Mom 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!" "After saying that, we walked towards the station. The train was still crowded, and Mom was leaning against the door, while I stood behind. I thought this time it wouldn't be as crowded, and it wouldn't be as awkward as last time. But to my surprise, Mom leaned back and pressed against my brother. An immediate physical reaction occurred between us. Because of the long-suppressed feeling and the current situation, I pretended it was crowded behind me and squeezed forward. The swaying of the train created an indescribable feeling between Mom and me—perhaps it was animal instinct. Later, Mom moved her right hip, which was pressed against my brother, to the right, placing her cleft on him. At this point, my brother was in a sexual position.

After one stop, even more people got on the train. Mom and I..." Mom was even closer, and at that moment, I don't know why, I just wanted to put my penis in the most comfortable position. So I reached into my pocket and pried my hard penis forward, pressing the head of my penis against Mom's anus and vagina. Maybe it was because our clothes were thin, but the feeling was just like making love. I just wanted to see if I could push the other's underwear to a hole and get each other. At this time, Mom still kept her eyes tightly closed and held onto the railing with both hands, afraid of losing her balance. We kept pressing against each other like this until we got to the train station to go home. After getting off the train, Mom came to her senses and walked forward. 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 like that?"

"Mom blushed even more and smiled. When we got home, we did our own things as usual, nothing much changed, except we paid more attention to each other's movements and bodies. I did one more thing than usual: I had to go to the bathroom to masturbate. And on our shopping trips afterward, it was 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. I got on the train with Mom as usual, and we leaned comfortably together. At this time, my penis started to swell, pressing directly against Mom's vulva. But this time it was really different from before, it felt more real. Mom was also different from before, her eyes were wide open, and her buttocks kept rubbing slightly against my penis, and she would also push it slightly against me. And this time, Mom even curiously touched her rear end, and then quickly pulled her hand back. She turned her face and whispered to me, "You're not wearing underwear?"

"Then I nodded. Then Mom closed her eyes again, and kept rubbing her buttocks against me. But this time, as she rubbed, I ejaculated. I ejaculated through three layers of clothing outside Mom's genitals. At this moment, I stood there, trying to suppress the pleasure, and said to Mom, "My pants are wet, what should I do?

" At this moment, Mom opened her eyes, turned her head, took some toilet paper from her purse, and said to me, "Be careful, take this to wipe yourself first. I'll give you the purse to cover yourself later. When you walk behind, stay close so no one can see!

" At this moment, I felt much more at ease, as if a big stone had been lifted from my heart. After leaving the station, we went to the Sogo restroom to tidy up. After everyone came out, Mom said with a little smirk, "Can I have my purse back now?

" So I nodded and said, "Yes, you can!" Mom was also happily shopping, and I happily followed behind her.

I wandered around, eating and shopping, having a great time. We talked more than usual, chatting as we walked and ate, 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 my other hand, my other hand on her shoulder, my penis pressed against her vulva. Oh my god! I felt like my glans 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 Mom's buttocks, and 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, afraid of being seen 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 herself a super thin pure cotton sports skirt and pants, and they were black, so 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 the bus and shopping. Wearing the pants Mom bought this time was indeed different. It felt like I was only wearing a condom when I was outside. Before we even got on the bus, my brother's penis was already erect. So we borrowed Mom's purse to cover it up. Once on the bus, as if we had been looking forward to it for a long time, we tried out the effectiveness of the clothes. It was indeed different from last time. Almost two-thirds of it could be inserted. Mom's eyes were fixed on the door. We made love like this, gently, forcefully, and swaying. Especially when we changed tracks, that was the most comfortable time for us. She could use the swaying and forceful thrusting of my buttocks, which felt so good. We just kept inserting like that.

"Mom, I'm going to cum," I whispered carefully in my mother's ear. At that moment, her buttocks arched even more, and her vagina clenched even tighter. I released all my semen like that. After we got off the train, my mother kept touching her skirt and asking, "It's wet, can you tell?

" I kept saying, "You absolutely can't tell." In the days that followed, my mother and I acted as if nothing had happened and never mentioned it. Whenever my mother said she was going out to buy something, I would always wear the sweatpants she had given me. Then our actions became bolder and bolder. Now we like to do it in the train car and the aisle near the car. When I'm about to ejaculate, we move to the back, and I thrust my hips forcefully at the back to ejaculate inside her vagina. Sometimes I would ask, "Mom, does it hurt?"

"Mom always shook her head and said no, so we maintained a mother-son relationship with only two layers of clothing between us. At home, we always maintained a good attitude towards each other. Then one summer evening during my second year of high school, usually around 7 pm when the news was on, I would go back to my room to do my own thing, like playing video games, reading comics, or thinking about Mom masturbating. Maybe I found video games boring and wanted to see Mom more after finishing my comics, so I sat in the living room and continued watching TV with Mom. But of all things, the news report was about a father raping his own daughter. For some reason, Mom and I both blushed. Mom acted like nothing was wrong, picked up the remote, and said, 'That's crazy,' then switched to an entertainment gossip program. Oh my god..." The TV program was discussing the most exciting places for sex, and we were completely frozen on the sofa. My mother was too embarrassed to change the channel, afraid the TV would say something. So we just watched the program. Then the TV started mentioning places like "the countryside, in a car, in the kitchen, on the rooftop, on a train..."

Oh no! We were really scared. The thing we least wanted to hear was being said. I lifted my leg and put it on the sofa, and my mother, hearing this, also put her leg on the side. Maybe because we were both embarrassed watching TV, I didn't realize that her leg position was perfect for me to see her genitals. From that angle.

Oh my god, Mom's not wearing underwear! I thought to myself after looking at it, her swollen labia and those two petals were something I'd never seen before. The longer it went on, the more my penis couldn't take it anymore, and Mom was also listening more intently to the TV interview. A small light seemed to be shining through her vagina. As Mom looked, she probably felt something flowing out of her vagina, so she pretended to turn her head to look. Seeing me staring at her, she probably didn't realize that her posture would let me see, and immediately put her feet on the ground again.

At this moment, I immediately shifted my gaze to the TV. Mom later went into the bathroom. I thought she might be embarrassed to go in and tidy herself up and wipe herself.

After a while, Mom returned to the sofa, and then... She propped her legs up on the sofa, exactly the same as before. I caught a glimpse of my mother doing this out of the corner of my eye. Seeing her seemingly engrossed in the TV again, 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, open and closed, I knew Mom really wanted me to give her to her, but I just couldn't bring myself to. We'd done that on the train by accident, but how could I be so bold as to use my mother at home?

Twenty minutes passed, and I went to the bathroom to release all my pent-up desire. Three minutes later, I came out to the living room, and Mom and I sat in front of the TV like nothing was wrong, watching until bedtime when we went to our separate rooms to sleep. On that day, my mom and I took the train to go shopping, enjoying the thrill of intimacy. We also often watched gossip TV or sex education channels together. We had an unspoken agreement: neither of us wore underwear. Every now and then, my mom would subtly let me see her private parts, and I would stand up and pretend to drink water, walking past her to let her see my erection. Our mother-son entertainment seemed to be getting more and more interesting.

One time, my mom picked up the remote control, 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 was a pay-TV channel! But I didn't think much of it. But Mom kept pressing the remote, unable to turn it off. Maybe she was too nervous. "

Is there something wrong with the remote?" I said. "Maybe," she replied. "It's weird, I just can't press it. It's really strange."

So I took the remote from Mom and pretended to press it a few times, because I didn't want to turn it off, since I'd never actually seen it before. It

seemed to be broken. Then, Mom and I, as if helpless, watched a sex show together. The sounds of the male and female leads touching and penetrating each other on TV really resonated with Mom and me. I watched for a short while and then rushed into the bathroom, ejaculating everywhere. Mom also went into the bathroom shortly after I left the living room, probably doing the same thing, and was enjoying herself inside. After 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 Mom must really want it. The next day, as soon as Mom came home, she said she was going to buy something, and I knew what she wanted.

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. I think Mom really wanted to tear our clothes. After we got home, we showered separately and watched TV together. Although Mom knew the sex channel number, she was still too embarrassed to press search and switch to our favorite program. But this time, Mom wore a larger t-shirt, the kind that could cover her underwear, because she had been sitting for a long time, so she got up to move around a bit. She stood with her legs straight and stretched her arms, immediately revealing her genitals. Then she knelt on the sofa, pulling herself back with her hands 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 my 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 had been working overtime lately and was tired at night, she hadn't watched TV with me. Today, she was especially happy. I heard her humming 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 excessive excitement.

She was wearing a thin-strapped, shiny silk nightgown, with her nipples clearly visible on it, and checkered ripped stockings. She looked like a TV drama heroine. Then, Mom switched the TV from cartoons to a sex program and sat on the sofa. She didn't shy away from running her hand over her genitals. I couldn't take it anymore. She became even bolder, directly inserting her fingers into her vagina. Seeing this, I slowly pulled down the front of my pants, and as I pulled, my penis sprang out. Afraid of being discovered by my mother, I carefully pressed my fingers against it. 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 myself 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 me ejaculate on my chest, and she kept 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. As the weekend approached, our shopping days increased. Maybe it's because I'm young and strong, but I masturbate with my mother almost every day while watching TV. Recently, it's gotten even more extreme; we'll call out to each other while watching, as if we want to be with each other.

This really happened a few days ago. Before, Mom sat at the other end of the sofa next to me, and I sat in the middle. Now, Mom sat at the end of the sofa closest to me, and I sat at the end closest to Mom, almost a step apart. I don't know why we ended up sitting like that. Then we started flirting with the TV, and then we each masturbated. We were so close, our faces were like two veils, almost touching. Finally, my lips touched Mom's, and then I kissed her hard. Our tongues started to intertwine, and my hand reached for Mom's full breasts. At the same time, Mom's hand reached for my penis. My penis felt so hot and good! Mom held on tightly, and we continued kissing and tongue-fighting.

Then Mom stopped and looked at the TV. I listened to her and continued watching. Soon, Mom stood up and moved in front of me. Facing me was her buttocks, and I stood up, touching Mom's buttocks. We were like we were on a train, pretending to be pushed and shoved by a lot of people.

Then Mom said that we weren't having sex; we were just pushed around by others. My little brother was pressed against Mom's vulva, just like on the train, but it was different. It went in so smoothly, so easily, so pleasurably, and it was the whole thing! During the in-and-out motion, I saw my penis covered in Mom's lubricant. So we went faster and faster, swaying like on a train, the feeling was completely different. Mom kept calling my name, and I kept calling my name. In that moment, I released all the love I had for Mom over the years into this one time. Mom felt my love for her and held onto the table tightly, afraid of falling.

After that, Mom and I had sex in the kitchen, on the rooftop balcony, in the suburbs, even in my school and the park, all with our backs to me, because Mom always told me that we weren't having sex; it was just others pushing us.

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