Mother's perspective

I've never had any incestuous thoughts. At most, when watching porn, I only feel something for mature women, like those alluring, seductive middle-aged women who make me ejaculate quickly and thoroughly. I've seen articles and videos about mother-son incest, but I find them ridiculous. Even so, my penis still gets hard. Listening to the moans of the actresses in porn, it sounds like their sons are really fucking them, which feels strange, a bit unreal.
As for my mother, I haven't thought too much about her. I've never lacked girlfriends growing up, and I always thought my Oedipus complex stemmed from my own sexual experiences, leading to sexual fantasies about my mother. But I think I'm wrong. Some people online say that the pleasure of incest is something that can't be experienced through sex. Given the choice between a well-maintained, beautiful 35-year-old woman and one's own mother in her early forties, many might choose the former. However, if your mother is willing to have a relationship with you, the thrill of an affair that transcends moral depravity is precisely the most exhilarating aspect of mother-son incest.

But my mother is a typical Taiwanese mother, nothing special. I've never seen her wear makeup, maybe lipstick at most, and her clothes are all auntie styles, which don't arouse my sexual desire. Novels and porn are always idealized, but real life is like this. However, saying this might make it seem like Taiwanese people don't have such beautiful women. Of course, they do. Whenever I'm shopping in a department store, I often see middle-aged women, well-dressed, elegant, and charming, as well as young women, also graceful and with ample breasts and hips.

However, with technological advancements and changing times, the average age at which women give birth is getting older. What does this mean? It means that if your mother is old when she gives birth to you, by the time you grow up, your mother will be incredibly old. Even with good skincare, there are limits. Unless your mother has a naturally youthful face, she will inevitably age with the ravages of time. In the past, rural women mostly married very young, some even as young as sixteen or seventeen, and had children as young as eighteen. So when their sons grew up and became more aware, they would find that their mothers were younger than the average mother. Enough

rambling on, let me get to this.

That night, I watched a newly downloaded pornographic film. It featured a middle-aged woman being raped by a young student upstairs. It made me hard, and I was stroking myself relentlessly with my right hand. The film was alright, except it was a bit fake and too long. I was slowly stroking myself, and with some fast-forwarded scenes, thirty minutes passed just like that. Until the most exciting part, the student pressed the beautiful woman against the balcony and thrust rapidly, lifting one of her legs up. There were slapping sounds coming from behind. Because they were outside, the beautiful woman didn't dare to scream loudly. She could only helplessly watch as her bulging vulva and labia sucked on his penis. When the student lowered his leg, the beautiful woman was kneeling on the ground, unable to even lift her buttocks. The student ignored her and thrust in again, grabbing her smooth, white arms and pulling them back hard. The beautiful woman pulled her arms back.

Her entire body was forcibly arched up, her legs in a Japanese kneeling position. The camera even focused on the woman's left ring finger, where a silver ring adorned her. Remembering her husband's business trip and his absence, she was now on her own balcony, being violently penetrated by a stranger's penis. Despite her mental and physical unwillingness, the natural reaction of her tender vagina was palpable. This beautiful woman, since her marriage, had never been so intensely penetrated by such a massive penis. The story, a perfect blend of shame, helplessness, resistance, physical cooperation, and the presence of a stranger, made the veins on my penis bulge, my glans pink and swollen. Just as I was about to reach my climax,

*click*, the sound of a door opening startled me, causing my penis to instantly go limp. My mother, outside the door, stared at the penis in my hand, her body trembling with excitement. She parted her lips slightly, swallowed, and calmly closed the door, reminding me that we were going to my uncle's place and to get ready. My mind went blank. I maintained a good image in front of my mother—a model student, with no bad habits, except for liking to stay home and read. Yeah, I'm a bit of a homebody, but that's not so bad.

I remember being very careful when I used to masturbate while watching porn, but how did I get caught like this? I was incredibly embarrassed. My mother was still calling from the doorway, "Hurry up, or it'll be too late!" I grabbed a tissue and wiped the bubbly discharge from my glans. I changed my clothes and noticed my penis hadn't subsided. I figured it wouldn't go away anytime soon, and since it was uncomfortable, I took off my jeans and put on some loose basketball shorts. They were smooth and comfortable. I tried to position my penis, but it was very prominent. No matter how I positioned it, it didn't look right. I decided to use the elastic band from my underwear and basketball shorts to tightly press my penis against my abdomen. At least it wouldn't be noticeable. It was better than going around scaring people with a 15-centimeter penis sticking out. If I got mistaken for a pervert and taken to the police station, that would be awful.

I stepped outside. My mother seemed to have been waiting for a while. I asked, "Where are Dad and my brother?" My mother softly replied, "They went a long time ago," and gave me a sly smile. Her eyes weren't big, but they were round, not the squinty kind. She glanced at my face from top to bottom, focusing on my penis. This made me blush. My mother said I'd been inside too long, and Dad was getting impatient and about to yell at me. She said she was trying to smooth things over. Of course, she knew what I was doing, so she used a lot of sweet talk to get Dad to leave first, otherwise things would be terrible.

I silently thanked my mother. Seeing her hesitant expression, I figured she probably wanted to ask me some questions. When she spoke, I quickly interrupted, "Let's go, let's go, we'll be late if we don't go now!" My mother smiled slightly, as if she saw through my reluctance to discuss it, and didn't say anything, just chuckled and followed behind me. Although I can ride a bike, I won't be eighteen for another three months. My mother said we'd be going through a major road, and since it's evening and everyone's off work, there would be traffic and police patrols, so she wanted her to ride and I'd give her a ride.

I was a little reluctant, but I went along with her suggestion. I put on my helmet. My mother's pants seemed a bit thin today; her buttocks sank a little into the motorcycle seat. It's normal for a middle-aged woman's buttocks to widen, but it wasn't too bad. Looking at those thin brown pants, stretched taut by her fleshy buttocks and the seat, the pants were so tight they were almost visible, even the outline of her underwear was faintly visible. It instantly reminded me of the beautiful woman in the porn I'd just seen. A scene flashed through my mind—I was imagining my mother's full, fleshy buttocks as that beautiful woman, and myself as that huge-dicked student.

I quickly pinched myself, telling myself, "What kind of wicked thoughts are these? That's my mom!" Seeing that I wasn't getting on the bike, my mother called out to me, "Are you daydreaming?" I quickly got on the back seat. It was a small 100cc bike, a bit cramped for two, but still manageable. My penis had already softened a bit, but the image of my mother's fleshy buttocks in my mind was making me slowly get hard again. I quickly moved my body back to avoid my penis touching my mother's tender buttocks; it would be terrible if she found out.

There were cars everywhere, and my mother rode her bike, stopping and starting frequently. Traffic was heavy during rush hour, and there were red lights at intersections all the time. My mother complained to me about how many cars there were. Unexpectedly, while she was talking, my mother shifted her huge buttocks, and they bumped into my penis again. Now, I started having wicked thoughts again. The road ahead was really terrible; it was still bumpy and uneven after all these years, practically testing the bike's shock absorbers. My mother rode slowly, and the whole bike swayed up and down. My penis was pressed against my mother's beautiful buttocks, bouncing and jolting for at least ten minutes.

By this time, my penis was rock hard, the glans even protruding from my pants. The motorcycle brakes weren't very good; it kept slamming on the brakes, probably due to my mother's poor driving skills. I regretted wearing basketball shorts; they were slippery, and my entire buttocks kept pressing against my mother's, now completely pressed against her wide, fleshy buttocks, right below her cleft. I didn't believe my mother hadn't noticed; wearing such thin pants with a protruding object pressing against her, it would be a lie to say she didn't feel anything.

I noticed my mother had gradually fallen silent, and her shoulders seemed to be stiffening. My mouth was dry; I had never experienced such intense external stimulation before. It was my mother's round, fleshy buttocks. With each jolt of the car, my penis sank deeper, pressing against her buttocks. A surge of lust overwhelmed me; I couldn't care less. My mind was filled with wicked thoughts, shattering my conscience. A voice kept telling me, "Why did Mom interrupt your ejaculation? If the door hadn't been open, you would have already ejaculated." I said, "That's not Mom's fault; it was just an accident." "And now? Your mom must have deliberately teased you, wearing thin pants and squeezing her buttocks into such a soft shape, just so you could use her!" I said, "No, it's all a lie."

Demons and angels were pulling at my sanity. Suddenly, a large crater caused the bike to bounce up. Upon landing, my mother's plump buttocks slammed hard onto my penis. Startled, she quickly pulled her buttocks forward. In that moment of pressure, squeezing, and pulling, my penis experienced unprecedented stimulation. The sensation of my mother's tender vulva and her large, wide buttocks, whether from the impact or the pressure, made me feel deeply that this was an opportunity given to me by heaven. At the same time, my sanity snapped. I saw my mother's face in the rearview mirror,

flushed with embarrassment, her eyes only daring to look ahead. I immediately squeezed my legs together, gripping my mother's peach-like buttocks, and pushed my penis and body forward. My mother seemed a little shocked, but while riding, she was too embarrassed to say anything. Originally, my hand was going to grab the plastic handlebars at the back of the bike, but now I was holding onto my mother's waist. It was soft, and she seemed to have some extra flesh, but not as exaggerated as a barrel waist with three layers of fat. I said, "Mom, this is safer." My mother mumbled a few "uh-huhs."

Finally, we arrived at my uncle's house. My mother parked the motorcycle in a corner by the roadside, in a dark alley where no one would pass by, and people outside couldn't see what was going on inside. My mother asked why I wasn't getting off. I said she had something to say to me. She said I should get off first, but I refused. I started rubbing my penis against her buttocks, which felt even better than masturbating, even though most of her buttocks were under the seat. But that little bit of pleasure made me even more excited.

My mother told me not to do this. I said, "Were you trying to ask me about masturbation?" My mother nodded. "I was going to ask you if you came," she said. As she spoke, I imitated a student by stroking her thighs with both hands and hugging her with my whole body, while my penis continued to rub against her buttocks. My mother was startled and quickly got up. I got off the motorcycle too. My mother said I shouldn't do this, that she would be angry. I became even fiercer, saying it was all because my mother opened the door that I almost came, and I managed to hold back my semen. My mother stood beside the motorcycle seat, surprised that I would say such a thing. She said, "What else can I do? Tell me?" Her tone was slightly reproachful

as she suggested I use my large, fleshy buttocks to squeeze my penis until I ejaculated. My mother seemed a little flustered, saying that if my uncle didn't see me, he would come looking for me, and that I was putting her in a difficult position. She suggested I make her feel better when we got home. I didn't care about that; the scenes of forced penetration of beautiful women in porn movies were playing in my mind. Looking at my mother's body, a little plump, but not bad, it was those big, honey-like buttocks that kept me hard the whole way. I lied to my mother, saying I would take care of it myself when we got home, but I wanted to touch her buttocks. Seeing this, my mother softened, and with a shy expression, said, "Just touch it, then hurry up and leave."

I made my mother put her hands on the motorcycle seat. Because she couldn't see what I was doing, it only made her more excited. Bathed in moonlight, my mother's beautiful, plump, and round buttocks were vividly displayed before me. Seeing that I only had one chance, I secretly pressed myself against her back, my right hand pinching, touching, and scratching her fleshy buttocks. My mother giggled, tickling me, and kept telling me to be serious. I deliberately kept pulling at her thin brown pants; the lower I pulled, the more opportunities I had. While I was playing with and caressing her buttocks, my mother noticed that her pants were pulled down to halfway down her buttocks and asked me to stop. My hand touched her panties, and when it slid to her anus, I forcefully inserted my index finger along with the panties. My mother let out a muffled groan, still unaware of what was happening. I pushed it in even further, and she said, "No."

While my mother was still oblivious, I pulled out my already erect penis. My mother's pants, which were halfway down to her buttocks, were pulled down to her knees with a forceful tug with my left hand. She seemed to know what I was about to do and immediately got up. However, after only a few steps, the pants became very difficult to walk on because of her knees. I quickly pulled her pants down to her ankles, making it even harder for her to move. I pushed her, and she lost her balance, grabbing the wall of the alley for support. I cupped her firm, fleshy buttocks above her thighs with both hands and pulled her back. She arched her buttocks like in an adult film, only her hands providing slight support. She turned her head and cried out in a tearful voice, "No!" Meanwhile, her right hand continued to grope her tender vulva. I grabbed her right hand, which was blocking her vulva, with my left hand and pulled it to the left. My mother looked pained. I used my right hand to pull aside her panties, revealing her slightly protruding vulva. I touched it with my index finger; it was wet and slippery. I immediately grasped my penis and thrust it into her uterus.

The next morning, I went to school as usual, and my mother was the same as before, except that she had cut her hair. It seemed that what I did the night before had greatly changed her, and perhaps really broken her heart. My mother told me that she was willing to keep my secret, but if I did anything wrong again, she would immediately leave home and write a letter about what happened the night before to give to my father. I nodded and said that I was really wrong. My mother hugged me and said that everyone makes mistakes. On my way to school, I passed through a dark alley and remembered the scene from last night.

My glans thrust viciously into my mother's vagina, but before I knew it, her vulva began to contract involuntarily, making my glans itch terribly. My mother's eyes pleaded with me to stop. Suddenly, I twisted my waist and swayed my hips, plunging my entire penis into her vagina. My mother's honeypot had never been penetrated by such a large penis before; her vagina was instantly filled, constantly stretching open. During penetration, my mother let out a series of plaintive cries, which excited me even more. I thrust in and out relentlessly, her vagina becoming sticky and sticky. My mother's buttocks and my thighs made a pleasant slapping sound, while her vagina made a constant squelching sound. My mother moaned with each thrust of my penis, and ten minutes passed like this.

I felt a tingling sensation in my glans and pulled my mother to the ground, imitating the beautiful women in pornographic films. However, instead of kneeling, my mother slumped to the ground with her legs spread wide, lying face down on the floor. During one of my thrusts, my chest pressed against my mother's fragrant back, my hands kneading her breasts, inhaling the scent of her hair. My hips moved faster and faster. My mother's entire body stiffened, her hands clenched into fists, her face buried in her arms, as if afraid someone would see her. As I was about to ejaculate, I supported my mother's waist and forcefully pulled my penis almost completely out, leaving only the glans inside her vagina. Then I thrust it back in forcefully. The wet, sticky, and burning sensation made my glans tremble uncontrollably as I ejaculated my white semen into her vagina.

Afterwards, my mother sat slumped on the ground for ten minutes and cried for over an hour. Finally, I drove her home. She leaned her head on my shoulder, muttering to herself, asking why I had bullied her. It made me very sad. When I got home, my mother and I took a shower together. I kept comforting her, saying I shouldn't have hurt her. Finally, I made her a cappuccino to help her calm down, and I

also called my uncle to tell him that my mother wasn't feeling well and that I was taking care of her at home. When my father came home, he saw my mother resting. She lied and said she felt dizzy, but thankfully her son was home, and she was alright. In the middle of the night, my mother woke me up and talked to me all night long. We finally felt at peace, without any barriers between us. As my mother left my room, I noticed how she walked, limping, sometimes holding her buttocks. Her buttocks and waist were covered in my red handprints. Thinking about this, even though I was already at the school gate, my penis started itching again because of the thought of my mother's buttocks.

I wrote this from 2 PM to 5 PM. Originally, I wanted to portray the protagonist's excitement from the penis pressing against his buttocks, as the title suggests, while his inner struggle was what I wanted to show. Initially, I wanted to write about the protagonist's pleasure from his mother's buttocks during the motorcycle ride, and his fantasies of his mother giving him a good pounding. That would have been shorter. However, as I wrote, I considered changing it to the penis because his mother's buttocks felt so good that he ejaculated immediately upon reaching his destination. Later, I changed it to him getting pleasure from squeezing his mother's beautiful buttocks. Unexpectedly, towards the end, I wanted to connect with the previous pornographic story, so I described the protagonist's influence from porn, the constant teasing, and the embarrassment of not being able to ejaculate when he was about to, all of which led him to decide to give his mother's buttocks a good pounding.

This story didn't focus much on body image, as I wanted to present the dramatic tension and the protagonist's inner world, so it might not be entirely satisfying to read. Also, I have a slight cold, so the writing speed is a bit slow; please forgive me. Another point I want to make is that erotic literature offers boundless room for imagination, something that pornography can't match. Therefore, those with rich imaginations will feel as if they are there, as if the story is unfolding right before their eyes. For me, it's the images that transform from my mind into my own thoughts.

Regarding the protagonist's mother at the end, I didn't want her to suffer the same fate as those in incestuous stories, becoming her son's sex slave. So I deliberately left her with a thought after being raped, hoping to help everyone sober up a bit after ejaculating. However, this is just fiction; just read it and don't take it too seriously. If your penis is itchy, reading fiction is just for ejaculation; don't worry too much about it, just enjoy it.

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