My mother, who has been widowed for many years, and I

A common swear word among children is "your mother's cunt".
I didn't know what that sentence meant until I went to elementary school and vaguely learned that "bi" was the place where women urinate, and I also knew a little about the differences between boys and girls.
As I grew older, I learned a lot about sex from my classmates and also learned many terms such as "sexual intercourse; HIV carrier; making love," etc.
I accidentally read a pornographic book and felt an erection for the first time. From then on, I would read pornographic books every morning.
One day, I really needed to pee.
He took off his pants and ran to the toilet.
I ran to the toilet and had already pulled my rock-hard penis out of my pants.
I was looking down, clutching my penis, just about to pee.
Good heavens! Mom is inside.
I saw my mother's skirt lifted up and tucked into her waistband, her underwear pulled down to her knees, her two thighs spread wide apart.
A stream of white urine was spraying out from a dark mass of fur.
My mother looked at me and asked me.
Do you need to pee?
I didn't know how to answer for a moment.
Mom said, "If you're in a real hurry, just pee here. I'll move a little to the side."
"As she spoke, Mom moved a little to the side. Since Mom said so, I'll pee. I grabbed my hard penis and pressed it down hard to pee, thinking that I could finally relax. But it was even more uncomfortable. I could hold down my hard penis at first, but when I thought of the scene I had just seen of Mom's dark anus and white urine mixed together, I felt even more uncomfortable."
I can't hold my penis down no matter what I do.
So the urine splashed all over Mom's body; it was all over her bottom.
I was stunned.
I thought to myself, "Mom's going to be angry this time."
But Mom didn't say anything. She just quickly grabbed some paper, wiped her bottom a couple of times, stood up next to me, pulled up her underwear, and went out and into the house.
But I stood there in the bathroom, stunned and at a loss, thinking about what had just happened.
After a while, I went back into the house and my mother wasn't there. I went to the back of the house and heard the sound of water, so I knew my mother was taking a bath. Suddenly, I became curious (to peek at my mother taking a bath).
In our rural area, the bathrooms are very simple, just an open-air enclosure made of bamboo.
This made things easier for me; I tiptoed over and peeked through the crack.
My mom has such a great figure! I've never noticed before, maybe it's because she doesn't dress up much.
My mother was wearing a transparent bathrobe, bending over and standing there, her entire buttocks exposed in front of me. Those big, white, and plump, alluring breasts were so tempting, I almost ejaculated! Suddenly, my mother glanced in my direction.
I was so scared that I rushed back into the house, not knowing what to do. A dozen minutes later, my mother came into the house and went straight to Panqiao to prepare dinner, while I was filled with anxiety.
I didn't come to my senses until my mother called me to eat.
I thought maybe my mom didn't notice me peeking, and that I was just feeling guilty.
We ate our meal in silence, avoiding eye contact with my mother. After quickly finishing dinner, I went back to my room to do my homework, leaving the room and guest room to tidy up.
I slowly fell asleep, reflecting on everything I had seen that day.
After that, I often fantasized about my mother's body, masturbating while recalling the dark, fuzzy area of her genitals.
Sigh! I wonder what a woman's lap looks like? From then on, I liked to snuggle into my mother's arms. On the surface, it was just being spoiled, but actually, I was taking advantage of her.
Of course, my mother didn't know what I was doing and didn't mind.
Summer vacation arrived, and my older sister came back with her friends.
I used to sleep in the same room as my sister, but now that her friends are here, I have to sleep in my mom's room.
That's how things unfolded later.
I remember one night when I needed to pee urgently, I went to the toilet and when I returned to bed, I noticed that my mother's loose underwear was swaying with the wind from the electric fan. In the dim light, the shadow of my mother's genitals was vaguely visible.
I knelt down beside my mother's thighs and watched for a long time, but I didn't dare to touch her, afraid of waking her up. I just watched.
I kept reading until I felt sleepy, and then I lay down again to continue sleeping.
After that, I would often deliberately stay awake at night, wait until my mother was sound asleep, then point the electric fan at her and peek at her genitals.
But at most I could only see a few dark, shiny strands of my mother's hair. From then on, going to bed at night became the thing I looked forward to most every day. I hoped that one day I could catch a glimpse of my mother's little hair, but the accident never happened.
My older sister went to school, and I went to sleep by myself again.
I could no longer sneak peeks, but I never expected to become addicted to watching. I couldn't sleep every night, and sometimes while lying in bed thinking about having sex with a certain girl (usually a TV or movie star) who was HIV-positive, I would gently masturbate.
While masturbating, I started fantasizing that the woman I was with, who was HIV-positive, was actually my mother's face; in other words, I was fantasizing about being with my mother, who was HIV-positive.
Moreover, the frequency of his fantasies increased, until finally he only fantasized about being with his mother, who was HIV-positive.
Days passed, and I still often snuggled in my mother's arms, pretending my hands were cold and slipping them into her coat to warm them, while intentionally or unintentionally touching her breasts.
The first time I reached inside to touch my mother's breasts, she immediately pushed my hand away and gently scolded me, saying not to do such things.
But I never take such blame to heart, and then I try again next time I have the chance.
Perhaps it was spoiling, or perhaps it was because I was annoyed that my mother no longer refused me. I could often gently touch my mother's breasts through her shirt.
Winter break arrived in the blink of an eye, and my older sister came back.
Since my sister and I share a room, I can peek at her genitals and maybe even see her little clitoris. It's so awesome! But even though it's hot in the room, my sister still sleeps in long pants (she usually sleeps in a skirt in the summer).
I really wanted to see my sister's genitals! A few days later, I couldn't hold back any longer, so I decided to take action and pull down my sister's pants so I could see them again.
That night, after my sister fell asleep, I began my operation.
My sister's pants had an elastic band, which made them a bit difficult to pull down, but I still carefully and very slowly pulled them down.
After pulling it down (to the thighs), I realized there were still underwear inside. At this point, my sister's legs were closed (because of the elastic band of the pants, they couldn't open), and there was no electric fan blowing on them anymore.
What to do? I had no choice but to go all the way and take off my sister's underwear as well.
These underwear are easy to take off. Just pull the strap and it comes loose, then pull it down easily, except for the buttocks.
But you still can't see anything, because the older sister's legs are still closed.
However, I didn't dare pull it down any further, because if I wanted my sister to spread her legs, I would have to take off her pants completely, which I dared not do.
But this is good enough, because it's been a long time since I've seen a woman's genitals.
Moreover, I could see my sister's entire pubic hair. Her pubic hair was black, fine, and beautiful. It was a pity that only a little bit of the cleavage between her legs was visible, but I was still satisfied.
On second thought, since I've already taken my clothes off, I might as well touch them.
So he gently touched his sister's mons pubis, and then slowly covered the protrusion with his palm and gently touched his sister's clitoris.
Soft, delicate, smooth, and warm.
Throughout the winter, I took off my sister's pants several times, but each time it was just like the first time—I looked and touched, but nothing happened. I don't know if my sister knew I was secretly taking off her pants, but I think she probably didn't, because she never suddenly woke up.
After my sister left after the New Year, I used the excuse that my mother's room was warm to go to sleep in her room, but actually I wanted to peek at her.
As soon as I got into bed that night, I pretended to be asleep, and soon my mother also got into bed.
I don't know how much time passed, but I think Mom must be fast asleep by now.
So he got up but couldn't see anything because his mother's legs weren't open.
I didn't dare to move my mother's legs, so I just waited quietly to see if she would change her position.
I got so tired of waiting that I went to sleep.
I finally got to see it the next evening, and it didn't take long.
As soon as Mom got into bed, she lay down wide apart until she fell asleep.
Then I saw my mother's genitals.
Because you can only look in from the side, all you see is a dark mass of pubic hair.
But that was enough to excite me, so I simply lay down next to my mother and masturbated while watching, and from then on, it became a routine every night.
Until one day, things changed.
I pretended to be asleep as usual that day, but my mother went to bed very late.
I waited for a long time and even fell asleep.
When I woke up, I felt something was strange. Why was Mom covered up with a blanket today?
So I slowly lifted the thin blanket from the bottom up, and I found that my mother was wearing a skirt.
I thought nothing would happen today, but I still unconsciously lifted my mother's skirt. When I saw it, I was really dumbfounded. It turned out that my mother wasn't wearing underwear.
My mother's pubic hair was completely exposed before me. It was much thicker, darker, shinier, and more alluring than my sister's.
Suddenly, my mother rolled over, which startled me.
However, when I looked closely, my heart started racing and my mind went blank because my mother had her legs spread wide open.
This time, I saw more than just pubic hair; I saw things I hadn't seen before.
Her labia majora and minora, and a long robe, almost revealing her anus.
I stared intently, because it was a rare opportunity; Mom doesn't go without underwear every day.
As I was looking at it, I couldn't help but reach out and touch my mother's thigh, but she didn't react.
So I continued to touch her thighs; they were so smooth and tender.
I boldly reached down and touched my mother's crotch, then stopped at her genitals.
I kept my hand on my mother's labia, not wanting to wake her. Slowly, I felt it, and I got really excited; my penis even got hard.
From then on, I preferred to snuggle into my mother's arms.
As the weather gets hotter, my mother wears less and less clothing. I can put my hand inside her clothes and touch her breasts through her bra. Maybe my mother still thinks of me as a child and doesn't object too much.
I started to sometimes deliberately hug my mother from behind and put my hands inside her clothes to touch her belly. My mother thought I was being naughty and didn't pay any attention.
Actually, my penis gets erect every time I touch it, and I get very excited.
With my mother's indulgence, I became bolder and bolder. After a while, I started to reach into my mother's skirt and touch her.
At first, I only dared to touch my mother's thigh. I remember the first time I reached into my mother's skirt, she hit me on the head and warned me not to.
Of course, I won't give up so easily; I'll try again when I have the chance next time.
I don't understand why my mother spoils me so much, and I know that as long as I don't go too far or rush things, even if it doesn't work the first time, the second time, the third time... my mother will always give in.
By this time, my mom probably won't treat me like a little kid anymore. I'm almost in junior high, and I'm starting to grow hair on my body.
Gradually, I stopped just snuggling in my mother's arms and started touching her all over, inside and out.
And she's started daring to touch her mother's genitals through her underwear.
Mom is no longer responding.
The summer vacation of sixth grade and first grade progressed the fastest because my older sister was away and not coming back.
I can spend all day with my mom now, but there are still some annoying neighbors.
Of course, I didn't mind when these neighbors occasionally brought me homemade steamed buns or dumplings, but most of the time they were just visiting.
Each time they come, they can stay for a morning or an afternoon, and Mom will chat with them while cutting the loose threads.
Of course I had to help cut the loose threads, becoming a natural listener.
Then they would gossip about this family and that family, about the seven necessities of life: firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea. They would talk about these things every day.
My favorite time to take a nap is at noon every day. I always go to my mother's room and sleep with her.
I feel happy every time I take a nap, because that's when I can playfully slip my hand inside my mom's clothes and touch her.
My mom doesn't care what I'm doing; she just lies on the bed and lets me touch her, while she sleeps.
However, my mom usually lets me touch it to my heart's content before I go to sleep.
Later on, he became bolder and bolder, and eventually took off his mother's clothes.
At first, my mother was reluctant. She would push my hands away whenever I tried to unbutton my clothes, but I kept going.
After a few times, my mother got annoyed and stopped talking to me, so I unbuttoned her shirt.
After unbuttoning her clothes and spreading them out, I saw my mother's bare upper body, and of course, her bra.
After touching it through the bra for a while, I felt unsatisfied, so I forced my hand inside the bra. My mother was initially against it, but she stopped bothering me after I persisted.
My mother's breasts are large and firm, and feel especially good to the touch.
I lay down next to my mother and gently rubbed her with one hand.
I slowly drifted off to sleep.
And so life went on.
Until one day, I lay down next to my mother, put both hands inside her bra, and gently kneaded her breasts. I would also pinch her nipples and gently draw circles on her breasts with my fingers.
The mother did not react; she simply lay there peacefully with her eyes closed.
I thought that even if I went too far, my mother would just scold me at most, so I hardened my heart, pulled down the shoulder straps of my mother's bra, and moved the cups away, so that my mother's entire breasts were exposed.
My mother still didn't react, so I think she tacitly agreed.
I gently stroked my mother's breasts; they were so beautiful, no less so than a young girl's.
At the same time, one of my hands also began to move downwards.
I slowly moved my hand to my mother's lower abdomen. Her lower abdomen was very flat and smooth. I gently stroked it, but my mother still didn't react. I was surprised, but I didn't think about paying attention.
I thought to myself, since that's the case, let's take Mom naked.
So he slowly pulled his mother's skirt up from the hem, until it was completely turned up.
Without further ado, I pulled Mom's underwear all the way down to her knees. Suddenly, Mom opened her eyes, which startled me. I thought Mom was angry and might be about to explode.
But Mom just stared at me with her eyes open and didn't say anything. I was stunned (but my other hand didn't stop attacking Mom's breasts) and didn't know what to do.
I'm afraid if I keep taking off the clothes, my mom will really get angry, but I feel unwilling to give up.
I noticed that my mother's face had become very rosy. I timidly reached out and touched my mother's thigh, and she flinched.
The two of them stared at each other for several minutes, and then Mom closed her eyes and lay down. I don't know why, but I felt that Mom didn't seem angry.
So I continued what I was doing, and I pulled down my mother's underwear completely off her calves, leaving her completely naked from the waist down.
Fair and delicate skin, thick black pubic hair, and long, slender legs.
I started by touching my mother's feet, moving upwards and inwards, along the inside of her thighs, all the way to the top of her thighs.
At this moment, my hand was already on my mother's genitals. My heart was pounding. I was excited, but also afraid that my mother would suddenly get angry and lose her temper.
I don't know how tolerant my mother is, but I want to take off all the remaining clothes on her body.
The skirt has an elastic waistband, so it's easy to take off.
But I don't know how I got my bra off; I tried pulling and tugging at it but couldn't get it off.
Since I can't take it off, I might as well not take it off at all.
At that moment, I was so excited that my penis became fully erect.
I took off all my clothes and then lay on top of my mother.
I hugged my mother tightly, feeling her trembling all over, but she felt warm and soft, so comfortable. I put my head on her shoulder and noticed that her breathing was very rapid.
Then Mom opened her eyes again, but this time her expression was very strange, which I couldn't understand.
Then my mother immediately pushed me away from her body.
I lay on my side next to my mother, feeling a little nervous, thinking that she was probably angry.
My mother lay on her side, looking at me with her head turned to the side. I felt a little guilty under her gaze, wondering how she would react next.
But Mom slowly lowered her gaze, and I realized she was looking at my penis.
Despite the tension, his pubic hair remained stiff and erect.
Then Mom spoke up. She asked when my penis started to get bigger, and I said it started when I was in fourth grade.
My mother looked at me and said she never expected me to grow up so much.
I don't know if Mom meant I've grown up, or if she was referring to my pubic hair.
My mother looked at me again and asked if I knew anything about relationships between men and women.
Subconsciously, I felt that my mother was asking me about things related to men and women, so I told her what I knew.
As a result, my mother and I talked naked for more than ten minutes.
Then Mom suddenly asked, "I just took off both her clothes and my own. What was I trying to do?"
As a result, I blurted out that I wanted to try HIV testing with my mother.
The mother paused for a moment after hearing this, and said that one should not use foul language. Then she asked why the mother had such a thought.
I told my mom about the book I was reading in class. My mom asked me what the book was about, and I gave her a rough summary of the plot.
My mother said that I shouldn't read pornographic books anymore because it's bad for my health. I forgot what else we talked about, but I remember my mother smiling, hugging me, and saying, "If you don't understand anything about your body in the future, you must ask your mother. You are my child, and I will tell you."
I felt that my mother had approved, so I excitedly rolled over and pressed myself against her, hugging her tightly. I hurriedly pressed my penis against her mons pubis. My mother didn't say anything but closed her eyes. My penis kept thrusting up and down and rubbing against her. I ejaculated not long after.
After I ejaculated, I was still hugging my mother, but she seemed to know that I had ejaculated, so she pushed me off.
I looked down and saw that both my mother's and my lower abdomen were covered in semen.
Mom said she was going to take a shower, so she took her clothes and went out.
I lay in bed, feeling sleepy because I had just ejaculated.
After some time, Mom came in again, already dressed.
My mom shook me awake and told me to take a shower and then go back to sleep.
I really wanted to sleep, but I still went to take a shower because my lower abdomen felt sticky and uncomfortable.
After washing up and getting dressed, I went back to my mother's room. She was still awake and told me to go to sleep quickly because she had to cut some loose threads in the afternoon.
That's how I had my first intimate relationship with my mother. Although I wasn't actually an HIV carrier, I felt very close to her, both physically and emotionally.
And afterwards, my mother's tolerance for me increased a lot.
I went to bed first that night.
Mom usually goes to bed in the bedroom only after she finishes her chores.
I was almost asleep when my mom came into the bedroom, but I stayed awake because I wanted to be close to her.
When Mom came into the bedroom, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Mom thought I was asleep, so she climbed onto the bed and kissed me on the cheek.
I don't think my mother has ever kissed me like this before; it's different from when I was little.
I was quite surprised, so I opened my eyes and kissed her back. I originally wanted to kiss my mother's cheek, but I ended up kissing her lips instead.
Now it was Mom's turn to be startled, and I was startled too.
Not only was I startled, but I also had some indescribable feelings. I really wanted to kiss my mother again, and it had to be a real kiss.
After a moment of surprise, Mom didn't say anything, then lay down and prepared to sleep.
After my mother lay down, I rolled over and hugged her, then pressed my lips to hers.
At that time, I had no experience with kissing; I had only seen it on TV and in movies, and I didn't know what a French kiss was.
I hugged my mother tightly and kissed her again and again. At first, my mother struggled a little, but when I held her tightly, she stopped struggling.
My mom kept kissing me until I was satisfied, and only then did I realize that she was actually holding me tightly.
I let my mother hold me like that, and drifted off to sleep.
I slept very soundly and woke up before dawn.
After waking up, I lay there, and slowly my mind began to clear. However, I also noticed that my penis was hard and erect.
At this point, he habitually pulled down his pants and started masturbating. While masturbating, he suddenly remembered what had happened during the day yesterday. He thought to himself, "My mother is sleeping right next to me. Why am I masturbating like this?"
So he first took off all his own clothes, and then started taking off his mother's clothes.
I hadn't finished undressing my mother when she was woken up. When she woke up, she was stunned to find me taking off her clothes, but she didn't say anything or resist.
So I continued to take my clothes off.
Then we encountered the same problem again: Mom's bra still wouldn't come off.
Seeing my frantic attempts, Mom laughed, got up, and took it off herself. That's when I realized that the bra clasp was in the back, no wonder I couldn't take it off no matter what I did.
After taking off her bra, Mom lay down again, now completely naked.
I was so excited that I immediately rolled over and pressed myself against my mother, hugging her. My mother also wrapped her arms around me.
I told my mom that I didn't want to ejaculate so quickly and wanted to enjoy the feeling of skin-to-skin contact more.
My mother taught me that there should be foreplay before sex, and that I shouldn't rush things, but rather make the woman fully aroused.
She also taught me several key points of kissing and caressing, as well as female erogenous zones (including earlobes, lips, breasts, inner thighs, buttocks, and genitals). She even personally separated her own labia majora and minora to explain to me which ones were the clitoris and vagina and their respective functions. I learned a lot (unlike some books that start with HIV carriers).
Under my mother's guidance, I began to kiss her lips and slip my tongue into her mouth to intertwine with hers (and my mother tried her best to cooperate).
At the same time, my hands were kneading my mother's breasts, and her breathing began to quicken. I didn't stop, but instead stroked down my mother's lower abdomen, and then touched my mother's pubic hair and gently pressed it on her mons pubis. My mouth began to kiss my mother's neck, and finally sucked on my mother's nipple. My hands continued to touch my mother's two labia, and then, following the method my mother taught me, I placed my middle finger on the slit formed by the two labia and gently slid it from bottom to top.
The purpose was to separate the pubic hair to prevent it from irritating the labia. After several back and forth movements, I felt the mother's body secreting a sticky fluid. As I continued, the mother began to moan, and the fluid flowed all over her vulva.
I knew I could insert it, so I spread my mother's legs, lay down on top of her, and tried to insert it into her vagina with one hand for a long time, but I couldn't get it in.
My mother smiled and told me not to rush, and to support my body with both hands.
Then she reached down to my crotch, grabbed my penis, smeared some of the mucus on the head of her vulva, and pulled my foreskin up.
Since it was the first time a woman had touched my penis, I almost couldn't help but ejaculate.
My mother used her other hand to apply a lot of sticky fluid to my penis, saying it was for lubrication.
Finally, Mom held the base of my penis with her left hand, while her right thumb and forefinger supported the head of my penis, pressing it against the middle of her body slightly below, and told me to push hard with my buttocks.
I obediently pushed my buttocks forward, and sure enough, my penis went all the way into my mother's vagina.
I called out "Mommy!" and I could tell she was really happy.
This was my first time having sex with a woman who was HIV-positive, the first time my penis had entered a woman's vagina, and I was tightly surrounded by her warm vagina. The flesh inside her vagina was so tender and smooth, pressing against my glans. The feeling was indescribable.
Following my mother's instructions, I started pulling my penis out of her vagina, but then inserted it back in just before it was fully out. I kept thrusting in and out like this, while my mother moaned and groaned. I looked down at my penis going in and out of her vagina, thinking to myself that I had grown up and was now a man.
At my mother's request, I sped up my thrusting. She moaned in rhythm with me, and her moans grew louder and louder.
Since this was my first time, I couldn't withstand such intense stimulation, so I ejaculated after only a short time, leaving my mother and my lower abdomen covered in semen.
This continued for more than ten days. Every night, he and his mother would sleep naked in each other's arms, but he wasn't an HIV carrier every day.
My mom says it's not good for me to have sex every day while I'm still growing.
Sometimes during holidays, if I want, I'll drag my mom into the bedroom during the day and we'll play together. It always makes my mom and me very happy.
Until Mom's period came.
That night she didn't want me to take off her clothes, nor did she like me to hug her.
At that time, I didn't know much about menstruation; I only knew that women would bleed during this period.
I sat naked on the bed, holding my erect penis, and asked my mother what to do. My mother smiled and said to take care of it myself.
My mother also said she had never seen me masturbate before, so this was a good opportunity for her to see.
So I sat on the bed and started masturbating.
I kept looking at my mother while I was masturbating, and she was staring intently at my penis.
I typed faster and faster until my hands were sore, but I just couldn't get the shot out. I guess it's because I'm not used to watching people play.
Later, I couldn't take it anymore; my hands were too sore, so I had to stop and rest.
When my mom saw that I had stopped, she was puzzled and asked what was wrong. I said my hand was sore. My mom probably found it funny and kept laughing.
Then I suddenly remembered the trumpet playing in the book, so I asked my mom to play it for me.
The mother was a little surprised. She said she had heard people talk about it, but she had never done it herself.
I asked my mom to do it, but she refused. I asked her if she thought it was dirty, and she said she was embarrassed.
Because she felt embarrassed to suck on her son's penis while she was about to become a mother.
So I settled for second best and asked my mom to help me masturbate.
Mom paused for a moment, then nodded and said okay.
I lay down, and then my mother sat down next to my waist, grabbed my pubic hair, and started hitting me.
I didn't expect it to feel so different from what I used to do. It's much better and more comfortable, although sometimes it hurts a bit if the angle is wrong.
When it hurt, I would tell my mom, and gradually she would be able to hit me more easily.
It felt really good. My mom kept asking me if I was going too slowly or too fast, and if I was going too slowly or too fast, I should tell her. I told my mom to go slower because I didn't want to ejaculate too quickly.
So Mom slowed down, and I watched her quietly enjoy herself.
While my mother was giving me the massage, she asked me if I felt comfortable. I said I felt really comfortable.
It was indeed very comfortable for me, much more comfortable than playing by myself.
Gradually, I couldn't hold back anymore and I told my mom to hurry up and call.
So Mom sped up, moving up and down continuously, and soon she ejaculated, and a lot of it.
My mom's clothes and my face were sprayed with it, and even the hand that was shooting for me got it on.
My mom took a piece of toilet paper to wipe me down, then wiped herself down too, and then got up to go to the bathroom to clean up.
I was lying in bed, and I had already fallen asleep before my mother came home.
So, I would usually hug my mother naked, and when I had my period, my mother would help me masturbate.
Although I always ask my mom to give me a blowjob when she gets her period, she always refuses.
However, I have never given my mother oral sex, even though I have kissed almost every part of her body.
When my mother is in a good mood, she will kiss me from head to toe, but she will always skip my pubic area.
When I come home from school, my mother comes over and kisses me as a greeting. Sometimes she will put her tongue in my mouth. I love kissing like this, and whenever I have the chance, I will hug my mother and give her a long kiss.
So whenever we're free, we'll quickly get intimate.
Even when my mother is cooking, washing dishes, or mopping the floor, if I want to be intimate, I will hug her from behind, lift up her skirt, and rub my penis against her buttocks and thighs.
The most enjoyable time I remember was when my mom was washing dishes. As usual, I hugged her from behind, took out my penis, and rubbed it against her thighs. My mom slightly raised her buttocks and tightly clamped my penis between her thighs, making me move back and forth. In the end, I ejaculated all my semen onto my mom's skirt.
While watching TV at home on the weekend, I gently hugged my mother and let her lean on my shoulder.
My mother would put her hand inside my pants, but not to help me masturbate. She liked to hold my penis and feel its size and heat.
Sometimes my mother also reaches orgasm because of my kisses and caresses.
My mother loves it when I kiss her breasts and touch her labia.
My mother's genitals get wet very easily; sometimes they get wet even before I've touched them, just from kissing her breasts.
However, it wasn't as described in the book, where I was soaking wet and repeatedly asked my mother to blow me a trumpet, but she always refused.
I asked my mother what it would take for her to agree, and she always said we'd talk about it later.
God knows when "later" means.
In the end, I decided to give my mother oral sex first.
One evening, after Mom took a shower and went to bed, we, as usual, laughed and joked, playing and taking off each other's clothes until we were naked.
After undressing my mother, I had her lie down and then began to caress and kiss her.
I kissed my way down her face, and my mother let out a soft moan.
After kissing her lower abdomen, I spread my mother's legs apart. At this point, my mother's vaginal fluid had already flowed out. Without thinking too much, I directly licked my mother's clitoris.
My first impression was that it tasted salty and slippery.
At that time, I didn't know anything, I just licked my entire labia.
My mother was startled by my sudden action, but then she started groaning.
My mother's moans were louder and more rapid than usual. I knew she must be feeling very comfortable, so I intensified my efforts to lick her labia. My tongue kept licking back and forth between the two labia and I spread them apart. I found that the vaginal walls were very tender and slippery, but not smooth. They had many fine lines and folds to increase the stimulation of the vulva.
I inserted my tongue into my vagina and quickly licked the vaginal walls.
Soon after, Mom had an orgasm, and it was very intense; her whole body was shaking uncontrollably.
After the climax, Mom just lay there without moving, looking very tired.
I took a piece of toilet paper and wiped my mother's genitals, because there was a lot of vaginal fluid, and her entire genital area was covered in it.
Since my mother didn't move, I could only lie down beside her and wait for her to regain consciousness.
I don't know how much time passed before my mother turned to look at me, and I looked back at her.
I asked my mom if she felt good, and she blushed and nodded shyly.
My mother asked me why I thought of giving her oral sex, and I said it would make her feel very comfortable.
My mother was so touched when she heard this that she hugged me tightly.
I felt a little guilty because I had ulterior motives, but it's true that it made my mother feel very good.
Seeing my mother's reaction, I felt too embarrassed to bring up the topic of blowjobs. Otherwise, my mother would definitely think that I had ulterior motives and that I was only giving her oral sex to make her feel good.
My mother hugged and kissed me, and then reached down with one hand to grasp my clitoral glans.
Actually, I was really hoping that my mom would give me a blowjob, but she didn't. She just left it on like that, and my good-for-nothing brother got beaten by my mom until he ejaculated.
Later, I often helped my mother lick her saliva, but I never asked her to give me a blowjob, and she never did it on her own initiative.
My relationship with my mom is getting better and better; it seems to have turned into a husband-wife relationship.
My older sister graduated from university and returned home. Since we've all grown up, my sister and mother sleep in one room, and I sleep in another.
My sister is with my mother and me every day, preventing us from having sex. I really want to rape her too.
My mother seemed to sense what I was thinking and warned me that my sister is still a girl and will get married someday. I shouldn't hold her back. I know you're sad, but this is a good time for you to learn to control yourself.
After that, whenever my mother had the chance, she would hug and kiss me when my sister wasn't looking, or we would caress each other for a short while when my sister wasn't around, but neither of us ever had an HIV carrier.
Finally, the day came when my sister went to visit a classmate and wouldn't be back that night.
I had been looking forward to the end of evening self-study for a long time, and rushed home in a hurry.
When I got home, my mom opened the door for me. As soon as I entered the house, I immediately threw down my schoolbag, picked up my mom around the waist, and ran to the bedroom.
Then he put his mother on the bed and they hugged and kissed, just like a long-separated couple.
After the long kiss, my mom asked me if I was happy, and I nodded and said I was very happy.
I'm really happy because I haven't had any contact with my mother, who is HIV-positive, for almost six months.
I kissed my mother's lips frantically, my tongue and hers intertwining desperately.
I reached my hands inside my mother's clothes and skirt and haphazardly touched her breasts and nipples.
I hurriedly took off my mother's clothes and kissed her body. This time I kissed her very carefully, kissing every inch of her skin.
Finally, it lingered on my little chick, which I already felt unfamiliar with, and kissed and licked it.
My penis also quickly became erect, swollen as if it were about to explode.
I immediately rolled over and pressed myself against my mother, spreading her legs apart, and then, holding my penis in one hand, I inserted it into her vagina.
Perhaps I was in too much of a hurry, or there's some other reason, but I just can't get in.
I kept trying, but I still couldn't get in.
My mother had been keeping her eyes closed, but after I held her up for a few minutes, she opened them.
I said I couldn't insert it, and my mom laughed and said, "Then don't try to insert it."
Of course I wanted to insert it, so I spread my mother's legs even wider, but it still didn't work.
He had no choice but to ask his mother for help.
My mother made me lie down, then straddled me, held my penis and aimed it at her eyes, and sat down.
Sure enough, my penis slid smoothly into my mother's vagina. It felt tight, warm, and so comfortable.
Mom started moving up and down.
This way, I can not only see my mother's whole body, but also see her penis going in and out of her vagina, and her labia flipping up and down with the rhythm.
A little while later, I asked my mother to get up and lie down. I knelt between her legs, grabbed her knees with both hands, and spread her legs wide open so that her little bud was exposed and more clearly visible.
I even had my mom grab my penis and aim it at her side, and it went in smoothly. I started thrusting, all the while looking at my mom.
Mom closed her eyes and frowned, making it impossible to tell whether she was comfortable or uncomfortable.
I was thrusting very quickly, and then I couldn't last long.
I thrust and pulled as fast as I could, and ejaculated very quickly.
It felt like I was about to explode.
After I finished ejaculating, I collapsed onto my mother's body. She hugged me and stroked my head.
My penis wasn't pulled out; it was still inserted next to Mom.
It feels warm and smooth.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, that's absolutely true.
I continued to kiss my mother and caress her breasts.
A moment later, my penis, which was inserted into my mother's vagina, became erect again, so I continued to thrust in and out, making my mother moan loudly. That night, we kept making love, and I ejaculated several times, but unfortunately, my technique was not good enough, so my mother had two orgasms.
Finally, I pulled out my penis. My entire penis was wet, and there was still some semen on the glans.
My mother's genitals were also wet and sticky, and white semen was flowing out of her vagina.
I picked up some toilet paper and wiped my penis clean. Then I started wiping the mucus from my mother's genitals. My mother lay there quietly, perhaps enjoying herself or reminiscing.
As I helped my mom wipe her hair, I admired her little bird.
Although my mother's vulva was a little red from my penetration, and her labia were slightly turned outwards, I still thought it was quite exquisite.
Before I knew it, my penis was erect again.
So I mounted the horse again and pinned my mother beneath me. But I felt that my mother seemed very tired, and I suddenly felt a pang of tenderness and tenderness, so I rolled over and lay down.
My mom asked me what was wrong, and I said that I was too tired and that we shouldn't go.
My mother lay gratefully in my arms, gazing at me with deep affection. I gently kissed her forehead, and then she rested her head on my chest and closed her eyes.
I hugged my mother and gently stroked her hair. A blissful expression appeared on her sweet face, and a slight smile appeared on her lips. My mother was truly content and happy, just like lying in the arms of the person she loved most.
I closed my eyes and quietly enjoyed this moment of tenderness. Time passed by, second by second. After a long time, I felt my mother move. I opened my eyes and saw my mother looking at me. I smiled.
My mother smiled and brought her fragrant lips to mine. I pressed them together and gave her a gentle kiss, and she kissed me back.
I hugged my mother tightly and kissed her lips passionately, and she responded warmly in return.
We embraced and kissed deeply, neither of us wanting to part, just like a couple who had been separated for a long time.
My mother's hand reached down to my crotch. My penis was still erect and hadn't fallen down. My mother began to gently stroke my genitals and move it up and down.
No matter how my mother helped me shoot, I just couldn't get the gun out.
Finally, I whispered in my mother's ear that I wanted her to play the trumpet for me, and she nodded in agreement.
Then my mother held my penis and pulled down my foreskin, putting the glans into her mouth and gently sucking on it.
When my mother licked my penis with her tongue, I felt like I was being electrocuted, and my penis trembled uncontrollably. It felt so good to be given a blowjob for the first time.
After my mother licked my scrotum and pubic area, she would suck on my scrotum and then spit it out. I couldn't help but press my mother's head down and slowly thrust in and out of her mouth.
My mother cooperated with me wholeheartedly, her tongue occasionally circling my glans. I ejaculated quickly, all of it into my mother's mouth. She didn't stop, continuing to suck my clitoris and lick my glans. I felt my penis go numb; it was incredibly pleasurable.
After my mother spat out my penis, she spat the semen onto a piece of paper, cleaned the remaining semen off my glans with her tongue, and then went to rinse it off.
A little while later, I ran naked to the bathroom behind the house, went in and quietly hugged my mother, who was startled.
So I helped my mom wash, my mom helped me wash, and we all washed together.
I also applied shampoo to my mother's pubic area and carefully washed her pubic hair, saying that pubic hair, like head hair, needs protection. After washing, I carried my mother back to the house.
I fell asleep in my mother's arms; it was the sweetest night's sleep I'd had in six months! [The End]

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