We didn't have sex; it was just others pushing us.

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

I remember one summer after graduation when I was nineteen, I played video games until late last night, and this morning I was going shopping with my mom. My mom was thirty-nine 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 stinging.

Growing up in a single-parent family, I've always been my mom's best shopping assistant, because I can help her carry things and give her advice. In this way, my mom often buys me toys or things I like, so I also enjoy shopping with her.

Today was the same as usual; my mom was wearing a light short skirt and casual sportswear set, and I was also wearing a half-sporty hip-hop outfit. We wandered around, buying whatever we saw that we wanted. As we walked, for some reason, when we passed a Triumph counter, my mom stopped and went inside, while I, as usual, stood in the store, lost in thought.

Unlike before, lingerie counters these days don't boldly display sexy lingerie. Perhaps I didn't notice at first, but what was displayed in front of me was a seductive see-through thong set. Maybe it was because I had just woken up, but as I looked at it, my penis started to get hard. At that moment, I really didn't dare move. Suddenly, my mother moved away from me, her back to me, and walked towards the garment. Her beautiful buttocks brushed firmly against my penis. I panicked and quickly took a small step back. My mother, however, remained unmoved, continuing to stare at her garment.

After a while, "Let's go to the train station, let's go to the next place," my mother said. That concluded our visit to this area and we headed to our next shopping destination.

On the train, because it was an electric train, it was usually quite crowded during the summer holidays. My mother and I, as usual, stood near the door, with my mother standing in front of me. For some reason, it got increasingly crowded. My little brother, whose swelling had finally subsided from walking, got shoved against my mom's butt, and oh no, it got hard again, incredibly erect. Since our clothes were so thin, could my mom really not feel it? But if I tried to move to the back, my butt would bump into someone again. It was a really awkward situation.

My mom sensed my unease and fidgeting, so she pretended to be calm, afraid I'd become even more anxious. So I stayed pressed against her back, unable to move, swaying with the train. During this time, there was a mix of guilt and pleasure; and my mom, she just closed her eyes. Was she avoiding it? Or was she, like me, experiencing a little bit of ecstasy?

After about twenty minutes, we finally arrived at the station. We got off the train in order, and my mom, feigning nonchalance, smiled and said, "Phew... finally here. Let's go to Sogo!" I nodded and followed her.

When we arrived in Sogo, the first thing Mom did was look for the restroom. I went in too, took out my penis to pee, and saw that the glans was covered in a white, clear discharge. I quickly wiped it with a tissue. After using the restroom, I went outside and waited for Mom as usual. Standing there, I wondered if she had the same discharge.

After a while, Mom came out of the restroom. "Have you been waiting long?" Mom asked. "Um...no," I replied, and we continued shopping at the department store. As we walked, I don't know why, or maybe it was because Mom was different from usual after getting off the bus—like a young girl, jumping around as if trying to attract men—I started paying attention to her figure, looking at her hips, her breasts, her legs, every part of her body. I was completely captivated by her.

Mom seemed to sense that someone was watching her every move, so her movements became more graceful, as if she was afraid of giving a bad impression. Sometimes she would walk up behind me, grab my shoulders, and ask if it looked good, or intentionally or unintentionally bump her buttocks and body against mine, except for my younger brother. Now, no matter what we do, like helping Mom carry money or bags, we seem to tacitly touch each other's bodies.

At lunchtime, Mom and I sat facing each other, and she ate without any hesitation, her chest puffed out, as if afraid I wasn't looking at her. I also had to resist the temptation and eat my most reluctant meal.

After lunch, Mom and I went shopping again. We went into a clothing store, and Mom picked out an outfit to try on. She came out wearing a top with a cutout on the right side of her waist and an off-the-shoulder top with a short skirt with a little lace diagonally to the left. "Does it look good, Yulin?" The whole outfit showed off Mom's figure. "Hmm, so pretty!" I replied. Then 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!" I replied, "Okay!" Then we walked towards the station.

Once on the train, the crowd was still dense. Mom was leaning against the door, and I stood behind her. 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 penis. A physical reaction immediately arose between us. Because of the long-suppressed feelings and the current situation, I pretended it was crowded behind me and squeezed forward. The swaying of the train brought forth an indescribable feeling between Mom and me.

Perhaps it was animal instinct, but then Mom moved her right buttock, which had been pressing against my penis, to the right, placing her cleft on my penis. At this point, my penis was erect in a sexual position.

After one stop, more people got on the train, and my mother and I pressed even closer together. I don't know why, but I just wanted to put my penis in the most comfortable position. So I reached into my pocket and moved my hard penis forward, pressing the head against my mother's anus and vaginal opening. Maybe it was because our clothes were so thin, but the feeling was incredibly like making love. I kept thinking about how we could tear each other's underwear so we could have each other.

My mother still kept her eyes tightly closed, gripping the railing tightly, afraid of losing her balance. We continued like this until we reached the station to go home.

After getting off the train, my mother had come to her senses and walked forward, and I followed closely behind her. Outside the train station, we got into a taxi, one on each side. The driver, perhaps having had a few drinks, said, "Oh! Are you two arguing? Sitting so close together." My mother blushed even more, and a smile appeared on her face.

Back home, we went about our business as usual, nothing much had changed, except that we were now paying attention to each other's movements and bodies. I did one more thing than usual: I went to the bathroom to masturbate. And from that day on, our shopping trips became a secret between our bodies, each enjoying the other's company.

One time, Mom asked me to go shopping again. I had just showered and didn't have time to find underwear, so I just threw on my sweatpants and went out. After boarding the train with Mom, we snuggled together comfortably, as usual. My penis started to swell, so I pressed it against Mom's vulva. But this time, it felt different, more real, and Mom's reaction was different too. Her eyes widened, and her buttocks kept gently rubbing against my penis, and she would also push slightly towards me.

This time, Mom curiously and secretly touched her rear end, then quickly withdrew her hand. She turned her face and whispered, "You're not wearing underwear?" I nodded, and then Mom closed her eyes again, her buttocks still rubbing against me. But this time, after rubbing and rubbing, I ejaculated—I ejaculated through three layers of clothing outside Mom's vulva!

I stood there, forcing myself to feel better, and said to my mom, "My pants are wet, what should I do?" At that moment, my mom opened her eyes, turned around, took some tissues from her purse, and said to me, "Be careful, take this to wipe yourself first. I'll use the purse to cover it up for you later. When you walk behind me, stay close so no one can see." At that 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, just like before. After we came out, Mom chuckled and asked, "Can I have my purse back now?" I nodded and said, "Yes, you can!" Mom was still happily shopping, and I happily followed behind her.

We shopped and ate, having a great time, and we talked more than usual, chatting about Mom's career and my studies, just like a couple.

On the way home, since Mom didn't buy anything this time, I could grab the same railing as her, my other hand on her shoulder, my penis against her vulva. Oh my god! I felt like my glans could go in and out, two or three centimeters, it felt so different; and Mom's eyes were wide open this time, as if she were watching my penis enter her vagina.

My hand, gripping the railing, instinctively reached for Mom's buttocks, and as I touched them, I felt strange, how could it feel so real? Mom had already taken off her underwear. I put my hand back down, and then we both thrust harder into each other, trying to penetrate five or even seven centimeters. We were very careful, afraid that others would see that we were having sex.

Then Mom turned to me and said, "My skirt must be wet. When we get off the train, you have to follow me closely, otherwise someone will see us." Then we continued to sway with the train.

After this, maybe Mom became smarter. She went and bought herself a very thin, pure cotton sports skirt and pants, and they were black, so that no one would notice that they were wet. Although Mom didn't say anything when she gave me the pants, this time we both tacitly wore them to take the train and go shopping. Wearing the pants Mom bought this time, it really felt different. I touched them from the outside, and the feel was just like wearing a condom. Before we even got on the train, my penis was already hard, so I borrowed Mom's purse to cover it up.

Once on the train, as if we'd been waiting for this for ages, we were eager to test the clothes. Sure enough, unlike last time, almost two-thirds of my penis could fit inside. My mother's eyes were fixed on the window as we made love, sometimes gently, sometimes forcefully. Especially when the train changed tracks, that was the most comfortable time. I could use the swaying of the carriage to vigorously move my hips—it felt so good!

As we continued, "Mom, I'm going to cum!" I whispered cautiously in my mother's ear. At that moment, my mother's hips arched even higher, her vagina clenched even tighter. I couldn't hold back any longer, thrusting forcefully a few times, and with a shudder, I released all my semen.

After getting off the train, my mother kept touching her skirt and asking, "It's wet, can you tell?" I kept saying,

"Absolutely not."

In the days that followed, my mother and I acted as if nothing had happened, never mentioning it to each other. But whenever my mother said she was going out to buy something, I would always wear the sweatpants she had given me. And our actions became increasingly bold. Now we preferred to do it near the aisle of the train car. When I was about to ejaculate, we would move to the back row where there were fewer people. Mom would spread her legs as wide as possible and stick her butt out so I could thrust into her from behind until my penis ejaculated inside her vagina.

Sometimes I would ask, "Mom, does it hurt?" Mom would always shake her head and say no. In this way, we maintained a mother-son relationship separated by two pieces of clothing. If it weren't for the two ultra-thin pieces of fabric separating us, our intimate actions would be no different from those of a married couple, and we would maintain this good interaction at home as well.

Until one night during the summer vacation of my second year of high school, I would usually go back to my room around seven o'clock to do my own thing, like playing video games, reading comics, or masturbating while thinking about my mother's body. Perhaps feeling bored with video games and having finished reading comics, I wanted to spend more time with my mother, so I didn't go back to my room. Instead, I sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV with her. But of all the news reports, there was one about a father raping his own daughter in an incestuous relationship.

For some reason, both my mother and I blushed furiously. My mother, acting as if nothing was wrong, picked up the remote and said, "That's insane!" Then she switched to an entertainment gossip program. Unfortunately, the program was discussing topics related to relationships, such as the most exciting places to have sex. We were completely frozen on the sofa, and my mother was even more embarrassed to switch to another program, afraid the TV would say something true. So, my mother and I just watched the program.

Then, the TV started mentioning places like: "...for example, in the countryside, in a car, in the kitchen, on a rooftop, on a train..." Oh no! My mother and I were terrified. The thing we least wanted to hear had been said by the anchor.

At that moment, I casually lifted my feet and placed them on the sofa, and Mom followed suit, placing her feet sideways on the sofa as well. Perhaps because she was too uncomfortable watching TV, she didn't realize that her foot placement was at an angle where I could see her genitals. "Oh my god! Mom wasn't wearing underwear!" I thought to myself after looking at her. Her full labia and two wrinkled, deep red petals were something I had never seen before.

As time went on, my penis became increasingly aroused, and Mom became even more focused on the TV interview, while her vagina seemed to begin to glisten with moisture. As Mom watched, she probably felt something flowing from her vagina, so she pretended to turn her head to look. Seeing me staring intently at her, she probably really didn't realize that her position allowed me to see her genitals, so she immediately put her feet back on the floor. At this moment, I immediately shifted my gaze back to the TV.

Mom later went into the bathroom, and I think she was probably embarrassed, so she went in to tidy up and wipe herself down. A short while later, Mom returned to the sofa, and then, surprisingly, she put her legs up at an angle, in the exact same position as before. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that after making this movement, she seemed to be engrossed in watching TV again. I secretly glanced at her again and noticed that she hadn't put her underwear back on when she went to the bathroom; instead, the area around her vaginal opening was even more wet. "Mom must have been masturbating!" I thought.

Watching her vagina open and close, I knew Mom must really want me to have sex with her right now, but I didn't dare. On the train, we did that because it was too crowded, but how could I be so brave as to openly use my mother at home?

Twenty minutes passed, and I finally couldn't resist going to the bathroom to release all my pent-up desire. Three minutes later, I came out of the living room, and Mom and I sat on the sofa watching TV as if nothing had happened, staying until very late before we went to our separate rooms to sleep.

On Sunday, Mom and I took the train to go shopping, enjoying the thrill of sex. We also usually enjoyed watching gossip TV or sex channels together. We had an unspoken agreement: neither of us wore underwear. Mom would occasionally peek at her private parts, and I would pretend to get a drink of water and walk past her, letting her see the tent bulging in my pants. Our little game seemed to be getting more and more interesting.

One time, Mom picked up the remote, 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 thought,

"When did this channel appear? It's a pay-TV channel!" But I didn't think much of it. Mom kept pressing the remote, but couldn't turn it off. Maybe she was too nervous!

"Is there something wrong with the remote?" I asked. Mom replied, "Maybe! It's weird, I can't change the channel, it's really strange!" So I took the remote from her and pretended to press it a few times, because I didn't want to turn off the channel either, since I genuinely hadn't seen it before. "It seems like it's really broken," I said. Then, my mom and I, with expressions of helplessness, continued watching the sex show together, as if saying, "There's nothing we can do but watch it." The

intimate caresses and moans of the male and female protagonists on TV really pierced our hearts. I rushed into the bathroom and ejaculated everywhere after watching for a short while. My mom also went into the bathroom shortly after I came out of the living room. I think she must have been releasing her pent-up emotions in there just like me!

After Mom returned to the living room, she put her feet on the sofa, her entire genitals exposed to me without any restraint. I glanced at her; her vagina was slightly open, and the area around it was wet. I knew Mom must be very aroused, but I still didn't dare to offend her.

The next day, as soon as Mom came home, she said she was going to buy something. I knew what she wanted to do. In the car, unlike before when her hands were always properly placed in front of her, this time she grabbed my buttocks and pulled me forcefully towards her. Seeing her eager and impatient actions, I thought Mom really hoped my younger brother would tear our clothes and have direct skin-to-skin contact with her sister.

After returning home, Mom and I, as usual, took showers separately and sat on the sofa together watching TV. Although Mom knew the sex channel number, she was still embarrassed to press the search button to switch to our favorite program. But tonight, Mom was wearing a large t-shirt, the kind that could cover her underwear.

Because she had been sitting for a long time, Mom got up to move around. I saw her straighten her legs and stretch her arms forward, immediately exposing her entire genitals. Then she knelt on the sofa, her hands gripping the back of the chair, straightening her back and sticking her buttocks up. I stared intently at my mother's perfectly detailed, plump, and beautiful vulva—it was absolutely mesmerizing! Later, my mother sat back down on the sofa and continued watching TV. We watched like this until we both went to the bathroom to masturbate before going back to our rooms to sleep.

This kind of life continued until I entered my senior year of high school, when things changed drastically. One day, my mother came home from work, and I was in the living room watching TV, waiting for her. Perhaps because she had been working overtime lately and was very tired at night, she hadn't watched TV with me, so she seemed particularly happy that day. I heard her humming a tune as she went into the bathroom to take a shower.

I don't know if my mother had secretly bought it on her way home, or if she had already bought it sometime earlier, but the moment she stepped out of the bathroom, I almost had a nosebleed from excessive excitement. My mother was wearing a shiny, thin-strapped silk nightgown, with her nipples clearly visible on it, and she was also wearing checkered ripped stockings, looking just like a sexy actress from an adult film.

Then Mom switched the TV to a sex channel and sat on the sofa, her hands roaming freely over her genitals without any hesitation, which made me even more aroused. Next, Mom became even bolder, inserting her fingers into her vagina. Seeing this, I slowly pulled down my pants, and my already erect penis sprang out with a "snap." I was careful not to let Mom find out, so I cautiously pressed it down with my hand.

Because Mom was engrossed in masturbating in front of the TV and me, she didn't notice that I had pulled down my pants and was rubbing my erect penis with my fingers. At this point, Mom seemed to be really into it, thrusting more and more intensely, and I changed to gripping and thrusting faster and faster, until I couldn't hold back my ejaculation and cried out. Mom's head was fixed on me, watching as I ejaculated onto her chest, and she kept crying out. I think we both had an orgasm!

After that, we started watching porn every night. She would masturbate, and I would masturbate, each without intruding on the 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 was because I was young and strong, but I masturbated with my mother while watching TV almost every day. Recently, it became even more exaggerated. We would shout at each other while watching, wishing we could get closer to each other.

This really happened a few days ago. Before, my mother sat at the other end of the sofa, and I sat in the middle. Now, my mother sat at the end of the sofa closest to me, and I sat at the end closest to my mother

. We were almost only a step apart. I don't know why, but as we sat like that, we were aroused by the TV screen and started masturbating. We were really too close, our faces were like only a thin veil, almost kissing. Finally, we gently touched lips, and then I kissed her hard, our tongues intertwining.

My hand instinctively reached for Mom's ample breasts, while Mom's hand reached for my penis. My penis felt so hot and good! Mom held on like that, kissing and licking me relentlessly.

Then Mom stopped and said she'd watch TV. I listened to her and kept watching TV; it was good to calm down, otherwise I'd get too excited and ejaculate. Soon Mom stood up and moved in front of me, her back to me, her hands gripping the edge of the table. Facing me was her alluring, round buttocks, and I stood up, touching her buttocks as well. At that moment, it felt like we were on a train, surrounded by a lot of people pushing and shoving.

Mom turned to me and said, "We didn't have sex, we were just pushed around..." My penis pressed against Mom's vulva, just like on the train, but this time it was different. It slid in smoothly, slipped in, and went in completely without any gaps in my pants! During our movements, I saw my penis covered in my mother's lubricant, so we moved faster and faster, like swaying on a train, but the feeling was a million times different.

My mother held onto the table tightly, afraid of falling, and kept calling my name. I kept calling out "Mom" too, pouring out all the love I had for her over the years during this lovemaking. My mother deeply felt my love for her. Afterwards, my mother and I did it in the kitchen, on the rooftop, on the balcony, in the suburbs, even on my school campus and in the park, because my mother told me, "We're not actually making love, it's just other people pushing us..."

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