Complete Love with Mother - Incest Novel

Let me first clarify that this article is based on true events, with only a few details added for narrative convenience. Readers can judge for themselves. I'm going to talk about my mother and me. As for why I'm telling this story, it's purely to kill time during boring school days. Let me start with my mother. She's not a woman who cares much about her appearance. I've almost never seen her put on any face powder or lipstick (except for some moisturizers). But my mother is the kind of person who looks relatively young. Although she's 43 this year, she looks only 37 or 38. The most precious thing is that my mother doesn't have an ounce of fat on her stomach. I think this is the greatness and importance of genes. Some people apply makeup every day, but they still can't hide the signs of aging. But some people don't need to do anything and remain young as ever. I'm lucky; my mother belongs to the latter group. Haha, my mom loves me very much, you could say she spoils me. She's always indulged me in everything I did since I was little (I was quite obedient as a child). I think my mom's loving kindness is a major reason why I was able to have a relationship with her. I've always felt that my mom's willingness to have a relationship with me wasn't because of need, but because she loves her son so much. Some erotic articles online often portray mothers as very promiscuous, with obscene language during intercourse. I can't say they're bad, but I don't really like them. First, those erotic articles make it seem like they're writing about prostitutes, not mothers, which is extremely disrespectful. Second, personally, I've never felt my mom was promiscuous during intercourse. Even at her most aroused, she only makes subtle "mmm" sounds. During sex, I only feel surrounded by maternal love, especially afterward lying in her arms—that feeling is even stronger. Having said all that…
Now, let's get to the point. I've always been somewhat attached to my mother. When I was little, it was just a natural attachment, not a sexually suggestive one. I was also precocious, probably because kids of my generation are often overnourished. Some of my friends watched porn in fourth grade, and that's when I first encountered pornography. Back then, I didn't really know how to masturbate; I just knew that rubbing my groin felt good. Sometimes I would imitate the rubbing in porn movies, and the pleasure was quite intense. Because of my precociousness and attachment to my mother, I've always liked to observe her. She would never have imagined that I only ever saw my parents having sex once. I was right there, but because I was so young, they didn't pay much attention to me. Even though I was young, I remember it clearly. It was daytime. I remember my father pinning my mother against the wall, touching her genitals. After a while, he suggested doing it on the bed, but my mother said it was too much trouble and suggested the sofa. Then, my father carried her to the sofa, and she lay down, pulling her top up above her chest (it seems she wasn't wearing a bra). My father then pulled down her skirt and underwear, and began touching and kissing her genitals. After a while, he took off his pants, pressed himself against my mother, and began thrusting. I don't remember how long it lasted. Afterwards, my father remained on top of my mother, completely naked from the waist down, and they talked in that position. At the time, I just thought it was funny, wondering why my father had urinated on my mother. Now, thinking back, it feels stimulating.
By sixth grade, I had a general understanding of the relationship between men and women, and I had also been exposed to some pornographic videos and novels. At that time, my attachment to my mother gradually took on a erotic connotation. When I was bold, I would secretly masturbate with my mother's underwear and bra. I would put my penis on the underwear, with the glans facing the crotch of the underwear, and while masturbating, I would call out "Mom" and imagine my penis being inserted into my mother's vagina or even her anus. I was even bolder and would peep at my mom when she went to the toilet. Back then, our toilet was built in the back of the house, and I could see inside from the back window on the second floor. The downside was that the peeper was easily spotted by the person using the toilet (I even studied a periscope for this, haha). I wasn't nearly as daring back then as I am now, so it was only occasional peeping. Now, when I talk to my mom about these things, we often burst out laughing, and my mom will pretend to scold me. The boldest thing I did back then was to lie next to my mom and masturbate in the summer while she was taking a nap. It was difficult to sleep with my mom normally because I was already a teenager, practically a little adult, and my father had made me sleep alone a long time ago, except for summer afternoons. I had the chance to sleep on a mat with my parents that day. My father was busy and didn't take a nap at home, so only my mother and I slept together. When I found out my father wasn't home, I had already planned what to do. That noon, after my mother fell asleep, I was also driven by lust. I lay down on the ground, put my nose close to my mother's calves, and smelled from her calves all the way to the base of her thighs. Then I moved to my mother's breasts and sniffed them a few times. To be honest, apart from a little bit of laundry detergent, I didn't smell anything. I didn't dare to touch them, but I was already extremely aroused at that time. I quickly put my hand in my pants and masturbated. I lay next to her and slowly masturbated. I ejaculated twice that time, and felt exhausted afterward.
The above are some silly and ridiculous things I did when I was a child. I didn't actually have a relationship with my mother until my third year of junior high. During junior high, my mother rented a house outside the school to accompany me, mainly to give me a better learning environment (the school dormitories were terrible). Even in high school, my mother continued to rent a house outside the school to accompany me. From then on, I had a lot of time alone with my mother, but my first two years of junior high were still uneventful. Although I thought about the person in the bed across from me every day, I really couldn't think of how to have a relationship with my mother. Those stories about seducing mothers in novels, or whatever, I feel like fantasizing is fine, but I doubt anyone would actually do it. I couldn't just take off my pants and say to my mother, "I want to have sex with you." So during that time, I still only used my mother's underwear to relieve myself. This continued until the third year of junior high school. Back then, there was a physical education exam in the third year of junior high school, and the score on the physical education exam was linked to the high school entrance exam score. I was naturally bad at sports, so I was always bad at sports. Before I knew it, it was the night before the exam. Because I had to take the exam the next day, I was very nervous. I kept thinking wildly in bed. The more I wanted to sleep, the less I could fall asleep. The later it got, the more anxious I became, and the more anxious I became, the less I could fall asleep. I just tossed and turned in bed. My mom was probably woken up by me and asked me if I couldn't sleep. I just hummed in response. Then, my mom got out of bed and came to my bedside, lying down next to me. She turned to her side and hugged me, stroking my hair and ears like she was soothing a child to sleep. I was curled up, and with her hugging me like that, my face was pressed against her chest. Her scent filled my senses. Because it was summer, she was only wearing a shirt and thin underwear. I immediately got an erection, felt dizzy, and my temples throbbed. Without thinking, I hugged my mom and rubbed my lower body against her thigh. After a while, I felt discomfort in my lower body, so I pulled my mother's buttocks closer to me and rubbed one of her legs between my own. My face was on her neck, and my hands were kneading her breasts. Throughout the whole process, my mother didn't say a word, letting me do as I pleased. After I ejaculated, I ejaculated a lot, and my crotch was completely wet. She gave me some tissues, then continued to hold me, kissing and patting me, saying, "Go to sleep." That day, I fell asleep in my mother's arms, listening to her heartbeat. Even now, thinking about it still feels so sudden; I feel like I wasn't myself at that moment. It was after this incident that I gradually became bolder. There was no awkwardness between my mother and me after that incident; we remained the same as before, just as close. Now we can be more relaxed with each other. Before, I would never have been able to say "Mom, I love you," but one Mother's Day after that incident, I said it to my mother, and she smiled from ear to ear. A few weeks after that incident, I actually had sex with my mother. The incident that day was actually quite simple. My mom and I were chatting on the bed, and we got onto something fun. We started playfully wrestling, and during the playful fight, I pinned her down on the bed. Her face immediately turned red. Looking at my shy mom, I couldn't help but touch her cheek. I remained on top of her, touching her face and neck. I knew that tonight, my mom was definitely mine. After touching her for a while, I moved to touch her breasts. I knelt on her stomach and started taking off my clothes. I didn't have many pieces, and soon I was completely naked. My lower body was swollen and purplish-red, and a few drops of fluid from my penis dripped onto my mom's clothes. When my mom saw this, her face turned bright red. She looked bewildered, as if trying to get up, but I held her down. She hit me a few times with her hand and only called out "Hey," but nothing more. At that moment, I didn't know what to say either, so I just went with the flow. After taking off my own clothes, I immediately went to pull down my mother's pants. I was so anxious that I didn't care about her shirt anymore. Her pants and underwear were pulled down in one go, revealing thick pubic hair. I looked at my mother's genitals and touched them with my hand. My mother made a soft moan twice. At that moment, I couldn't help but put my mouth to it, mainly influenced by pornography. When my mother saw this, she got up and pushed me away forcefully, then lay down again, embarrassed. I didn't kiss her again, but instead pulled... I pulled off my mother's top like peeling a rice dumpling. She instinctively covered her chest with her hands, a coy, half-concealed gesture that only aroused me more. Then, I grasped my genitals, spread my mother's legs, and thrust my penis into her vagina. Watching my penis slowly enter her vagina, section by section, I was breathless with tension. At first, I was quite clumsy (although I had fantasized about this scene countless times before), and I didn't know how to control my strength. I thrust forward suddenly, and my mother gasped in pain. I knew I had hurt her, so I dared not move. I waited almost ten seconds before slowly pulling it out halfway and then inserting it again. After a few thrusts, I gradually increased my speed and the range of motion. The bed creaked under my weight. The wet sensation of my penis being enveloped was incomparable to masturbation. My mother was lying on the edge of the bed, and I was standing beside her, my hands on her breasts and waist (her hands were no longer covering her breasts, but resting on my shoulders). I was thrusting my lower body forward. This position wasn't very comfortable, but I couldn't care less at that moment. After about three or four minutes, I couldn't hold back and ejaculated. My mother just groaned twice. After I finished, I didn't know what to do, so I just sat on the edge of the bed with my erect penis. My mother spoke up: "Put your clothes on." I obediently went to my own bed to sleep. We didn't say anything after that, and nothing happened that night. I couldn't sleep that night, and I guess my mother didn't sleep either. The first time ended so simply. Many people might find it unbelievable. Just like that? Yes, it was that simple. It seems like a coincidence, but for my mother and me, this outcome was inevitable. The reason is that I have a mother complex, and my mother is a doting mother who spoils her children.
After the first time, things became much simpler. But since we were mother and son, I was still too embarrassed to ask my mother, even though I wanted to. One evening, I came home from self-study and my mother was sitting on her bed watching TV. I went over and sat next to her, chatting with her. I talked for a long time, trying to subtly express my love for her, but I was bad at expressing myself and couldn't think of a better way to do so. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and asked hesitantly, "Mom, let's sleep together tonight." Seeing my sweaty face, Mom couldn't help but laugh and nodded. That night, Mom took off her clothes willingly, and I took a close look at the naked body of the Mom I had been longing for. Her slender waist and semi-oval breasts were very beautiful, and her small mouth was faintly visible among the thick pubic hair. Seeing me staring blankly, Mom spread her legs and said softly, her face flushed, "Come on." It was barely a whisper, but I was already trembling with excitement. I knelt between Mom's legs, one hand stroking her left leg, and the other hand guiding my penis to her vagina. Mom made a "hiss" sound, as if I had hurt her. To be honest, I... My penis was actually quite large, which was later confirmed in my conversations with my mother. So, without enough lubricant, it took some effort to insert the whole thing. At first, when I had sex with my mother, I didn't care about that. I was like a bull, not caring about being gentle with her, only about pleasure. My mother had to support my waist with her hands to cushion my thrusts. But that day, when I was thrusting, she would also respond to my rhythm and make moaning sounds. When I finally ejaculated, my mother hugged me tightly and made an "ah" sound. Although the sound wasn't loud, I knew that my mother must have orgasmed too. We did it once that day, and then again half an hour later. By the time we finished the second time, it was already midnight. If I didn't have to go to school the next day, I probably would have done it again. My mother urged me to go to sleep.
After that, we did it about twice a week on average. It was always me who made the request, and each time it was about the same. We would both take off our clothes, and after that, I would press down on my mother and do it in the missionary position. At first, it was probably rushed and we would finish quickly without saying a word. But after doing it a few more times, we became less nervous. We also tried a few new positions. I still prefer the most common missionary position because I can clearly see my mother's facial expressions. But my mother prefers the rear-entry position for the opposite reason. She doesn't want me to see her facial expressions during sex. To respect my mother, I often used this position. After doing it a few more times, I gradually came to like the rear-entry position as well. My mother is most open when we have sex in the rear-entry position. (Now we can be quite open about almost any position.) Before, we were shy about looking at each other during sex, but now we kiss occasionally. Kissing definitely brings a different experience. During intercourse, watching my genitals being swallowed by my mother's vagina, our pubic hair sticking together with the vaginal fluid, I get incredibly excited. Looking at my mother panting beneath me, I have only one thought: I'm having sex with my own mother. At this time, I bend down to kiss my mother, and she responds passionately. We suck and lick each other with our tongues until we're breathless before separating. After sex with my mother, we often fall asleep in each other's arms like a married couple, or chat about everyday things. Now, when we talk about why she was so easy to have sex with me back then, this is what she said: "Back then, when you were like that, I was stunned. I didn't know what to do. Hitting you wasn't an option, not hitting you wasn't an option either. I could only stay silent and let you do whatever you wanted. Sigh, I really didn't know what to do with you." I couldn't help but chuckle when I heard this.
I've been having sex with my mom for five years now, mostly during high school. As I mentioned before, she rented a place to stay with me during middle and high school, sometimes we did it every day. Occasionally, I'd have sex with her during my lunch break, which was only about 40 minutes. If I couldn't resist having sex with her during that time, she'd usually scold me, but she'd agree afterward. Because it was short, we'd usually just take off our pants, sometimes just expose our genitals. After that, she'd lie face down on the table or bed, and I'd penetrate her from behind. Sometimes Mom would urge me to ejaculate, and she would squeeze her legs tightly together to stimulate me and make me ejaculate quickly. Because of the tension and stimulation, I could usually ejaculate quickly, but there were exceptions. Once, I thrust for nearly thirty minutes without ejaculating. Mom actively squeezed her vagina and kept pushing her buttocks against my penis, but I still wouldn't ejaculate. Mom got anxious and pulled up her pants, saying, "Stop it, you have to go to school, you'll be late." Seeing this, I quickly grabbed Mom's hand that was pulling up her pants and said, "Mom, it's okay, there's probably self-study during lunch today, it's okay to be late, just finish it for me, otherwise I'll be thinking about this all afternoon." Mom angrily slapped my hand that was pulling up her pants and scolded, "You think about this every day, do you even want to study?" Seeing that Mom was really angry, I quickly apologized to her, saying, "Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to either, I'll listen to you and study hard." Seeing that I had softened, Mom's tone also softened: "You know that's good, I'm doing this for your own good." I was just thinking, "I probably won't be able to finish today," and I was about to tell Mom I was back at school when she said, "Let me help you get it out, that'll be faster." I was stunned for a moment, then excitedly got my penis hard. Mom saw this, shook her head helplessly, squatted down, touched her genitals, smeared some of her vaginal fluid on my penis, and then quickly started masturbating. Of course, I didn't forget her breasts; I vigorously rubbed her nipples. When I was about to ejaculate, I told Mom to stand up. My hand was just within reach of her genitals. I touched and stroked her vulva, and soon I ejaculated, several times, some even splashing onto Mom's pants. After ejaculating, I... After a quick clean-up, I happily headed to school. High school was a stressful time, especially during puberty. My mom was like a sponge, absorbing my youthful energy. During that period, we tried almost every form of sex, including oral sex and anal sex. At first, I would give my mom oral sex. Every time I did, she would become very wet, and I could tell she enjoyed it. Although she derived pleasure from it, she was always embarrassed when I offered, saying, "Don't do that, it's unhygienic." I would simply spread her legs, bury my face between them, and respond with my tongue. To thank me, she would also give me oral sex. She would work very hard, licking and sucking my penis, but she really didn't know how. Although she had learned from porn and was quite good at it, the result was that she either hurt my penis or couldn't control the pressure and speed. But I was already very grateful to her, and I would pretend to enjoy it while she gave me oral sex. As for anal sex, we only did it once, and it took a lot of effort. At first, I couldn't get it in no matter what I did. Actually, Mom has experience with anal sex. She told me that she had done it with Dad, but my penis is much bigger than Dad's (which is true; even when I went to the bathroom with Dad, my penis was much bigger than his when I was flaccid). To have anal sex, I needed more lubricant. I could only hold my penis and rub it against Mom's anus and vaginal opening, trying to produce more lubricant. I even thought of using Mom's hand cream as lubricant. Once my penis and my mother's anus were sufficiently wet, it was still difficult to penetrate. Fortunately, the anus has a strong contraction, which made penetration much easier. The anal sphincter's contraction force is much stronger than the vaginal contraction, and the anal sphincter muscles were pressing against my penis, which was very stimulating. Before long, I couldn't help but ejaculate into my mother's rectum. When I pulled my penis out, we were both embarrassed. When I pulled it out, some of my mother's excrement came out with it. Seeing this, my mother quickly covered her lower body and ran into the bathroom. From then on, my mother never agreed to anal sex with me again. I also stopped mentioning anal sex. To outsiders, my mother was just there to accompany me to school, but who would have thought that they would have marital relations at night? It was around that time that my mother removed her IUD. I asked her why, and she said that the IUD was deformed and had to be removed. I asked how it became deformed, and she laughed and said it was all because of you. I pretended to be shocked; was I that powerful? She laughed and said that she was just joking with me, without telling me the specific reason. I heard she bled when they removed the IUD. Sigh, being a woman is really tough. Because of the removal, sex is becoming more complicated now. I have to use a condom every time, which is both inconvenient and uncomfortable. A few times, wanting more excitement, I suggested my mom not use a condom. I told her I could just pull it out, and that's what I really meant. But I have poor self-control, and in the end, I couldn't resist and completely forgot my promise not to ejaculate inside. I ejaculated all of it into my mom's vagina. My mom pinched me hard for that, and since then I've been more self-aware and always use a condom during sex. After all, safety comes first, and I don't want my mom to get pregnant and suffer because of this.
Now I'm in college, and I chose a school close to home. It's not just so I can see my mom. I go home about every three weeks now, and every time I go back, we inevitably have some intimate moments. My father was transferred to another city for work, which has made things easier for me. Once I asked my mom, "What about us? Dad...?" I was too embarrassed to ask, and I still feel ashamed whenever I think of him. My mom sighed and said, "What can we do? You're my son!" I was very touched by her words. The last time I went home, I went to her workplace to get my keys (she works at a pharmacy). She ran downstairs to give me the keys. When I took the keys, I held her hand and smiled. My mom's face immediately turned red, and she smiled back at me. We both knew what that smile meant. She left work early that day, and while she was cooking, I couldn't resist touching her a couple of times. I wanted to try it in the kitchen, so I turned off the kitchen light to prevent anyone outside from seeing. I hugged my mom from behind and slipped my hand inside her panties, sliding my fingers up and down her clitoris. My mom instinctively squeezed her legs together and turned around to bite my ear, but I bent my head and didn't let her bite me. Seeing that she hadn't bitten me, my mom stared at me with a serious expression, and I stared back at her with a grin. After a while, we both couldn't help but laugh. It was exciting, but the kitchen was really not a good place. My mom had to prevent the food from burning, and we had to watch out for oil splattering from the pan. It was very troublesome! I gave up on doing it in the kitchen. After we finished eating, I hurriedly urged my mother to go upstairs. As we went upstairs, my mother walked in front of me. Seeing her swaying bottom as she went up the stairs, I couldn't resist touching her. I touched her bottom as we went upstairs. As soon as we got upstairs, I couldn't wait to push my mother down onto the bed and take off her clothes. I was clumsy and tried to pull off the clothes that I couldn't get off. My mother kept saying, "I can do it myself, I can do it myself, don't tear them!" That time, Mom really needed it. After I took off her panties, she was already wet down there (which excited me a little because I wanted Mom to satisfy her during sex, not just me, but also me, which meant she needed it too). After taking off her clothes, we didn't do any foreplay because I had been holding back for weeks (since having sex with Mom, I've basically stopped masturbating). I put a condom on my penis, lifted Mom's legs onto my shoulders, and started having sex with her rather roughly. Now we're very in sync. Mom seems to be able to read me. Sometimes when I want to suck her nipples, before I can even open my mouth, she's already put them in my mouth. But sometimes she teases me (especially when we're in the missionary position). She'll deliberately rub her nipples against my nose and slap my cheeks, but when I'm about to suck on her nipple, she immediately pulls away, not letting me suck. Whenever this happens, I can only punish her by thrusting hard into her a couple of times. This time, I only lasted about 5 or 6 minutes before I ejaculated. After I finished, Mom went into the bathroom to shower. I lay on the bed alone, bored, listening to the "whoosh" of water in the bathroom. Suddenly, I wanted to watch Mom shower, so I opened the bathroom door. Mom was startled when she heard the door open. She was squatting naked over the toilet. When she saw me, she scolded, "What are you doing in here?" I smiled and said, "Just wanted to take a look." Mom waved her hand and said, "What's so interesting about a woman using the toilet? Get out." I didn't listen to Mom and continued watching. I had never watched a woman use the toilet so closely before, and I was genuinely curious. I saw a stream of urine shoot out of Mom's urethra, hitting the toilet bowl wall with a "whoosh" sound. I looked at my lower body and inexplicably became excited. I wanted to get closer to see clearly, but Mom pushed my head away and yelled, "Are you crazy? Get out!" I grabbed Mom's hand and said, "Just a look, just a look. You go ahead and do your thing, don't worry about me." By this time, my lower body was erect. Because Mom was squatting, and I was half-bent over, my penis was pressed against her breast. I deliberately poked her breast a couple of times with my penis. Mom, both anxious and embarrassed, tried to push me away. When she couldn't, she grabbed my penis, bent it hard, and pushed me back, which pushed me away. I masturbated a few times and said to Mom, "Mom, should we sleep tonight?" Mom, both amused and exasperated, scolded, "Can't you just go outside and wait for me to finish pooping?" I shamelessly replied, "Go ahead and do your thing, I'm not bothering you!" Seeing Mom's uneasy appearance squatting on the toilet, I laughed out loud. Mom, seeing how annoying I was, stood up and stared at me, saying, "I'm not going anymore, you disgust me!" Hearing this, I rushed over and hugged Mom. Mom pinched me hard and said, "You're in such a hurry? Go to the room." I touched Mom's buttocks and said, "I'll try it here, I haven't tried it before." Seeing my eagerness, Mom was both amused and annoyed, but she couldn't resist my insistence, so she gave in. I told her to put her hands on the sink and stick her butt out so I could penetrate her from behind. Just as I was about to insert, Mom shook her butt and reminded me: "Condom!" I immediately pretended to realize something and muttered to myself: "Oh, I almost forgot." I immediately ran into the room to get a condom (ugh, what a hassle). After putting on the condom, I returned to the bathroom and saw Mom still lying there obediently without moving. Excitedly, I pounced on her, slowly inserting my penis between her legs, and started moving my hips back and forth vigorously. I touched Mom's hair with one hand and held her butt with the other, and asked her: "Mom, did you miss me while I was away?" Mom hummed twice but didn't answer. Seeing this, I thrust my lower body hard twice, hitting Mom's butt with two crisp "slap" sounds. Mom's butt trembled like jelly. I asked again: "Did you miss me?" Mom grew impatient and said defiantly, "No!" As punishment, I thrust into her twice more. Mom, probably tired from standing, couldn't withstand my impact. Her grip on the sink loosened, and she slumped down. My penis slipped from her vagina. I quickly hugged her, and she pressed herself against my chest, pinching my nose and saying, "So tired!" I pinched her nose back and said, "How about we change positions?" Mom pinched my nose hard and said angrily, "You only know how to torture your mother!" I answered her by pressing my mouth to her breast, sucking on it for a while. Then I pressed my mother against the wall, lifting her right leg with my left hand to make love to her face to face. I watched as my mother's lips were slightly upturned, her nostrils flared, her eyes half-closed, a charming expression on her face. I saw my penis going in and out of my mother's pubic hair, occasionally pulling out red folds of flesh. I excitedly kissed my mother, and we sucked each other's saliva, our tongues constantly swirling together. My lower body thrust hard, as if I wanted to return to my mother's womb. My mother's buttocks kept hitting the wall behind her with a crisp sound due to the force of the impact. The bathroom was small, and the sounds my mother and I made during our lovemaking were especially loud in the confined space. This time it lasted quite a while; after more than 20 minutes, I still didn't feel like ejaculating. We were both tired of standing, and feeling cold from being naked, we decided to go back to the room. I gave my mother a princess carry, lifting her up horizontally. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and seeing her dazed expression, I couldn't resist kissing her lips again. That night, we didn't sleep a wink, not because we actually made love dozens of times, but because my mother and I mostly chatted, from my childhood to my future, talking about funny things that happened to her when she was young. Whenever we got to a happy part, we would hug each other tightly. Sigh, I wonder how long this can last. Thinking of this, I hugged my mother even tighter…
Recently, my mom has started chatting with me online, which means I can see her almost every day. I'm trying to have a nude video chat with her; just thinking about it is exciting. My mom is completely naked in front of the video, touching her private parts, while her son watches her masturbate. However, my mom doesn't seem willing. Although she and her son have been intimate, she seems unable to take off her clothes and masturbate in front of him. Anyway, I respect my mom's wishes, and there's no rush in these three weeks. Sigh, I've written so much, it's almost time to end. It's a bit disorganized, basically just writing whatever comes to mind. I used to join some mother-obsessed groups online, hoping to connect with like-minded people, but most of them are just making up stories or fantasizing. Some people, after hearing about my situation, ask all sorts of questions, saying they want to learn from me, but they just want to hear stories and fantasize. Real people wouldn't be so indecisive. Looking back now, I might consider myself very lucky to have such a doting mother, or perhaps I'm also tragic, who knows?

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