Me and my nurse mom 1-4

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Chapter 1

One autumn afternoon, sunlight streamed through the windows of a small building, dappling the floor. Beside the bed, a
young man had a mature woman's legs hoisted onto his shoulders, thrusting vigorously.

The woman's legs were white and long, and she moaned with pleasure, lost in the act. Who would have thought that the one pressing her
down was her only son—me?

This mature woman was my mother, Tang Aiping, born in 1968, 52 years old this year. She was
a nurse at a top-tier municipal hospital, nearing retirement. She was 165cm tall, weighed 54kg,
had a slender figure, fair skin, an oval face, and always wore her hair in a ponytail, not liking perms. Her appearance
was considered .

My name is Chen Hao. My mother gave birth to me when she was 21. In their generation, people married and had children early, and I
was already been working for several years.

Our story begins in May 2007.

May 2007 was the second semester of my freshman year of college. Around that time, my
parents divorced.

It happened suddenly and without warning. Basically, I had been having an affair for several years, keeping it a
secret from my mother. I told her I needed a loan for my business and wanted to get a fake divorce, and that she shouldn't tell anyone,
especially me, because I was worried it would affect my studies.

My mother is a rather timid and easily frightened person, and she trusted my father completely, so she didn't tell anyone
. In the end, the fake divorce became real. My father had kept it a secret until I started college.

My mother was furious when she found out; there were bound to be arguments. She cried every day and wouldn't go to work. Relatives
called me and asked me to come home and comfort her. (I should mention that my school is about 100
kilometers , an hour by train and two hours by bus).

I went home, arriving in the evening. When I saw my mother, my nose stung; her eyes were swollen from crying. She didn't cry when she saw
me, but started pouring out her troubles, and then she started crying. Seeing how heartbroken she was, I stood up
and hugged her.

At first, everything seemed normal, but after a while, my heart started racing and I couldn't help but have impure thoughts. (I should
mention here that until high school, I didn't have any feelings for my mom because I was into girls. We
argued a lot, but my mom always gave in to me. I was afraid of my dad, but not really afraid of my mom. It wasn't until the summer before my senior year that I really relaxed and spent
a lot of time online, watching movies and reading novels with mothers and sons in them. That's when I started paying attention to her. I realized my mom was quite pretty
, my type, except her breasts were too small.)

Then, without thinking, I started touching her, touching her back, stroking her up and down, left and right, and then moving down to her butt. At that
point, she probably sensed something was wrong, and her first reaction was to back away and not let me hug her.

I was too impulsive then, so I hugged her tightly and said a bunch of things I loved her, but I don't remember the specifics. She seemed
stunned, so I started kissing her, directly on the lips. She tried to pull away, and then she struggled to break free. I pulled her up
and fell onto the bed, pressing down on her. She said, "Don't do this, what are you doing?" I immediately said, "Mommy, I love you,
I'll take care of you for the rest of my life, I'll protect you," and things like that.

It was already quite warm in May, and she was wearing long-sleeved, thin pajamas at home. I lifted her pajamas,
pushed up , and started licking her breasts.

She let out a sound and covered her chest with her hands. I took her hands away, but she covered them again. We did this back and forth until we
were both sweating a lot. With my other hand, I forcefully pulled down her pajamas and underwear. She squeezed her legs together, and it took me a lot of effort
to pull one leg off.

We remained like this for about ten minutes. I was panting heavily, and she was too weak to resist (she was sad, crying, and
hadn't eaten much for several days). She could only keep muttering things, probably cursing me. I pulled down
her pants revealing my already hard penis, and searched for the place where I'd been born. She was sweating a lot, and her vulva was sticky. I
spread her legs and let my penis explore that secret path.

Her vagina wasn't wet, so I thrust in hard. My penis tore against her vaginal walls,
making it difficult to enter. Even after several thrusts, I only managed to get it halfway in.

The feeling was incredibly stimulating, but I was also very scared, wondering
what . I even ignored her feelings. Soon, I couldn't hold back anymore, and a thick stream of semen spurted out.
I had intended to take advantage of the lubrication from the semen to thrust a few more times, but unexpectedly, my mother, with strength from who knows where, kicked
me off the bed.

She sat up abruptly, looked down at her genitals, touched the semen that had flowed out, and
threw a curse at me. That was probably her reaction to me ejaculating inside her. Then she got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.
I sat there, a little dazed, slowly coming back to my senses.

For the next few days, she ignored me completely. Even when I tried to be nice to her, she wouldn't respond, and she wouldn't
eat with me. I felt incredibly bored at home. I wanted to go back to school, but I couldn't bear to leave her, so I eventually went back
.

After returning, I called her a few times. At first, she didn't answer, and later she did, but she wasn't very nice. However,
as long as she was okay, I was relieved.

Another two weeks passed, and it was mid-June, almost time for final exams. Everyone was studying. Whether I'd learned
much this semester was another matter, but I just hoped I wouldn't fail. But I couldn't calm down. I quickly forgot what I'd just memorized
. I wanted to go home. Yes, with someone on my mind, I decided to go. I arrived home in the evening.

When I got home, I found my mom wasn't there. She was probably still at work. Oh well, I wouldn't call her;
I'd just wait.

A while later, my mom came back, carrying groceries. She seemed surprised to see me but didn't say anything. She changed her
shoes and went to the kitchen to cook.

At that moment, I didn't know what to say. After sitting outside for a while, I followed her into the kitchen and asked, "
What " My mom didn't answer me. After a while, she said, "Are you on vacation? Why are you back so soon?"

I said no, I just wanted to come back and see her.

We talked like that for about ten minutes, our conversation going in circles. Without thinking, I leaned closer and hugged
her waist from behind. She said, "What are you doing? I'm cooking. Get up," her voice stern and impatient. I didn't
know what to say, so I just said some things about missing her. Then she tried to pull away, and one of her hands accidentally hit my face.
She knocked my glasses off, and I angrily said, "You broke my glasses!" She didn't say anything, turned off the stove, and went back to her
bedroom.

I followed her into her bedroom and sat on the edge of her bed. It was an awkward situation for both of us. Later, I don't know how, I
told her about being tricked into going to prostitutes by pimps at the train station last summer. She
sat up , clearly shocked.

Perhaps in her eyes, I was still a child, a good child, a good student, and she couldn't believe it.
As a healthcare worker, she had probably seen or heard too many stories of people contracting diseases from such things. Then she
started lecturing me, going on and on about how easy it is to contract infectious diseases and how it would ruin one's life.

I told her I had been tricked, and that I really had been tricked. Later, I hugged her again, promised her
I would never go to such places again, and that I would love my mother properly, and then I made my move on her again.

This time she didn't resist strongly, only showing some resistance when I took off her bra and panties, but eventually
I stripped her naked. Suddenly, I noticed how white my mother's body was, dotted with black pubic hair. Before I
could even take a few more glances, she pulled the blanket over herself. I couldn't resist any longer and pounced on her, kissing and touching her
like a child who had just received a new toy.

This time, I kissed her breasts, neck, stomach, face, and mouth with abandon. I was so passionate
, wanting to kiss every inch of her skin, simply wanting to please her and make her my woman.

She still tried to control herself, mindful of her dignity as a mother, trying not to moan or
cooperate , letting me do as I pleased.

After kissing her upper body, my hand finally reached for her genitals. They were wet, which
excited me even more. I wanted to try inserting my hand, but she quickly covered it with her hand, saying "No." I could
n't . Since my hand didn't want to, I went for it.

I spread her legs, knelt on the bed, and rubbed my glans against her vulva. It was so slippery. After a few rubs, I
found the entrance and thrust in with all my might, inserting the entire glans.

She opened her mouth as if to scream but made no sound. She pulled the blanket over her face with one hand.

What I saw then was a pale, fleshy body, head covered by the blanket, the rest of her body exposed.
It was so stimulating, so exciting. I didn't know how to control my rhythm and just thrust wildly until I ejaculated.
The feeling was like a gushing flood; I suddenly fell from heaven to earth. I lay on top of
her , my body sticky, probably from sweating a lot.

After this, I knew she was truly my woman, the woman who gave birth to me 19 years ago, and
whom I had now brought back to her birthplace. This two-bedroom apartment would be mine from now on.

Summer vacation came soon after, probably the summer I'd been looking forward to the most. I had to
make the most of those two months.

After the exams, I went straight home, feeling incredibly happy. My relationship with my mother had returned to normal
. I got home around noon; my mother was working the night shift, and she was cooking when I arrived. When she saw me come back
, she said, "Dinner will be ready soon. I'm going to work this afternoon. You can stay home by yourself."

Although I had wanted to have sex with her for a long time, I couldn't let my mother know that I just wanted to have sex with her, and besides,
the still long, so I held back.

After dinner, she went to work, and I stayed home watching TV and then using my computer to go online
. You all know what kind of website I was on.

My mother didn't come back until after 10 p.m. (Here's some background: my mother is a nurse at the hospital, and she works three shifts: 8 a.m. to
4 p.m. is the day shift, 4 p.m. to 10 p.m. is the night shift, and 10 p.m. to 8 a.m. the next day is the night shift, with two days on and
three days off, or three days on and two days off. My mother is older and doesn't have to work the night shift). I could tell she was a little tired. When she came back, I
hugged her, and she wasn't quite used to it yet.

After she finished showering, it was already past 11 p.m. When my mother went back to her room, I followed her in. As soon as I entered, my mother
understood what I was thinking and said that it was too late and she was a little tired, so I should go to sleep too.

I said, "I've been waiting for you at home all day. If you're tired, let me massage your shoulders."

My mom readily agreed, and after massaging her for about five minutes, I got restless and started moving down her back, then her buttocks.
When she didn't react, I started touching her inner thighs. At this point, she rolled over and said she wanted to sleep. I said okay, and
then I pressed myself against her and started kissing her. My mom's mouth wasn't big, and her lips were thin. At first, she
kept her mouth closed, but I stuck my tongue inside, and slowly her mouth opened, and my tongue started moving.

This was different from last time, when her mouth was always closed when I kissed her. I took off my shorts and
quickly removed her bra and panties. The two naked bodies embraced each other, and I held her tightly,
afraid she would suddenly disappear.

I sucked on her nipples. Although my mom's breasts were small, her nipples were quite large, at least proportionally.
She made soft moans, and I became increasingly unable to control myself; my penis was throbbing. I lifted one of her legs and
searched for the exit of my mom's vagina under a tuft of dark hair. I could sense she was consciously
suppressing moans, perhaps desperately trying to maintain the last shred of her image and
dignity as a mother in front of her son.

No one would imagine that this usually quiet woman, seen as a model wife and mother,
and once the most radiant woman in her department, was now pinned down by her son, her slender, white legs
hoisted onto his shoulders, the tender flesh of her vagina being relentlessly rubbed against his large penis, stirring her
emotions again and again. Her cervix was occasionally touched by his glans; though it hurt, she dared not utter a sound. This was
Tang Ailing, a mother. At this moment, though humiliated, she could not turn back, for
he was her son, willing to give everything for her, including her own body.

My penis continued to thrust in and out, my mother moaning softly. After about seven or eight
minutes her vagina became increasingly wet, her breathing more rapid, and her hands gripped the sheets tightly. Suddenly,
she grabbed my arm tightly, her buttocks arching upwards to meet the thrusts of my large penis. Her body twisted and convulsed
slightly , letting out a loud "Ah!" followed by moans and groans of "Ahhhhh!

" Although somewhat surprised, I immediately realized my mother was about to climax. I increased the speed of my thrusts...
Again and again, I thrust hard into her vagina. I couldn't disappoint her; I had to show her what
a son . I pumped wildly, her moans grew louder, her body twisted and convulsed, her head
thrashed about. After almost a minute, I was about to climax too. I roared and ejaculated deep into her
vagina , and we both orgasmed.

This time, I completely ripped away the last shred of her dignity as a mother. I
wondered . I'd always wanted to understand her feelings, but she never spoke. I could only
try to fathom her thoughts
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