Tasting Mother's Anal Flower - Incest Novel

.When I was in high school, due to historical reasons, the four of us had to squeeze into a small house of less than 40 square meters. My father slept in a small bed, while my mother, brother, and I shared a large bed. My uncle had recently returned from military service and was working as a low-level official in the city's procuratorate. My grades in elementary school weren't bad, but due to illness, I couldn't get into a good high school and ended up in a third-rate one. At the beginning of my first year of high school, influenced by the school environment, I spent all my time playing and reading martial arts novels during class. The first year passed, and my grades couldn't keep up, so I was forced to repeat a year. In the second year, although I still sometimes read martial arts novels, I paid much more attention in class. I only read one or two martial arts novels in my spare time, and my grades were worlds apart from the first year. My father was a truck driver and was home at most one week a month. My mother took care of everything at home, but she worked as a waitress in a collective restaurant in the county. After work, she still had to do housework, so she had no free time at all. She would fall asleep as soon as she got into bed. Despite their busy schedules, they were overjoyed by my transformation. Right after the first semester ended that year, I joined the Youth League and became the subject representative for both chemistry and physics—a position only achievable by top students. That was the rule at my middle school; I don't know about other schools. My mother was constantly smiling with happiness. I got whatever I wanted, and although our family wasn't wealthy, she tried her best to satisfy me. One Sunday, as usual, I went to the bookstore to see if there were any new martial arts novels. I planned to borrow one or two to pass the boring Sunday. But back then, not many people used the internet to write novels; it was always the same few authors. Finding a new book was difficult. The owner said they didn't have any, so I planned to find one or two good old books to "review," but after looking around, I couldn't find anything I liked. In the end, I could only find those books that I had previously categorized as "trash" or "not good." As I flipped through the pages, a passage suddenly caught my eye—it was what you'd call a erotic martial arts novel, though back then the descriptions weren't as detailed, but it was still captivating enough, since I'd never read anything like it before. I blushed as I read a section and decided to borrow it. That day, I flipped through the book several times, focusing only on the sex scenes, and even masturbated afterward. That night, after turning off the lights and going to sleep, I looked at my mother's breasts as she slept soundly beside me. The scenes described in the book kept replaying in my mind, and for the first time, I felt that women were incredibly attractive. The next day at school, my eyes kept wandering to my female classmates; I couldn't concentrate on the lessons. From then on, I frequently went to rental bookstores to find novels like this and masturbated often. Before long, my grades plummeted like a falling elevator. My teacher talked to me several times, but it had no effect. Finally, she visited my home. My mother was furious and asked me why, but could I tell her? One summer evening, after my mother and brother fell asleep, I started masturbating again, fantasizing about scenes from a book. But I'd probably fantasized too many times; the stimulation wasn't enough. Half an hour passed, and I still couldn't ejaculate. I didn't know what to do, and I tossed and turned anxiously. Let me elaborate: our room is 40 square meters. My father, mother, brother, and I share a bedroom with two beds, one large and one small. My father sleeps alone on the small bed, while my mother, brother, and I share the large one. My brother sleeps at one end of the bed… and my mother and I sleep at the other end. I could hear my mother's deep breathing as she slept. Having slept with her on this side for so many years, I knew that once she fell asleep, it was difficult to wake her because she was so tired, having to work and do housework. I decided to do what I did when I was a child: put my feet on top of my mother. The difference was, when I was a child, it was for comfort, and now it was for my little brother's comfort. I gently shook my mother twice, but she didn't move, only letting out deep breaths. I placed my left foot on top of my mother's right foot, my penis pressed against her left thigh. It felt so good. I closed my eyes and gently swayed and rubbed myself. It felt so much better than using my hand. In less than ten minutes, I ejaculated, feeling incredibly good. I fell asleep on top of my mother like that. The next day, I looked at my shorts a little guiltily, afraid my mother would find out, but nothing seemed amiss. It was hot, and the fan had dried them long ago. From then on, I stopped masturbating. I would only release my pent-up desire on top of my mother while she was asleep at night. My mother didn't know. Because I stopped masturbating, I slept very soundly after releasing my pent-up desire on my mother's legs every night, and I could concentrate better in class, so my studies improved. My brother was training on the school basketball team and was almost as tired as my mother every day. He would fall asleep as soon as he got into bed, which was a good thing for me, haha. My mother was a little unhappy about me being on top of her every morning when I woke up, but what could I do? I was the youngest child in the family, and I was good at studying. A little coaxing and she would ignore me. That night, I was on top of my mother again, my penis rubbing against her thighs, my hands gently caressing her breasts. Her breasts slowly hardened, and her breathing became rapid, but she still didn't wake up. After a long while, I felt a jolt down my spine, my penis twitched violently, and I ejaculated. But I still felt unsatisfied. I pressed myself against my mother again, but my crotch was soaking wet, incredibly uncomfortable. I got up, pulled off my shorts, threw them on the bedside table, and, naked, wanted to press myself against my mother again. But suddenly, my mother bent her left leg. I was startled, thinking she had woken up, but she continued to breathe soundly as if in deep sleep. Looking closer, I realized my shorts had been thrown near her feet, and the wet crotch was pressed against her foot; she had bent her leg because she felt uncomfortable. But I couldn't keep pressing down on my mother like that. I wanted to put her legs down, but I didn't dare to use too much force, afraid of waking her. I couldn't put them down, and I was sweating profusely, staring at my mother's knees, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, I looked at the back of my mother's knees and had an idea. I put my penis under my mother's knee joint, inserted it, held her calf with my left hand and her thigh with my right hand, and gently lifted her legs, then pressed them inwards slightly, squeezing my penis between them. I then gently began to thrust. It felt so good to have my penis tightly squeezed between her legs! I thought to myself, this is what sex is really like, much more comfortable than pressing down on my mother's thighs to release my pent-up desire. Watching the flesh of my mother's beautiful legs turn inside out and push in and out with my thrusts was so stimulating! After about a hundred thrusts, I couldn't help but ejaculate again, a rapid stream of milky white semen spraying out, most of it spraying onto the mosquito net, and a small portion spraying onto my mother's other snow-white leg. I felt a wave of drowsiness wash over me, and I gently released my mother's legs. Perhaps because I had bent her legs for too long, she straightened them as soon as I let go. I lay on top of her without even putting on my shorts and fell asleep as usual. The next morning, I found myself wearing shorts, not the ones from the night before. The mosquito net had been taken down, and my mother was giving me a strange look. My mother was always the first one up in our family every day; she would make breakfast before waking us. I froze. "Mom must have found out!" Of course she had. When I woke up, there was a large yellowish substance on the mosquito net and on my legs. I had been lying naked on top of her. After breakfast, my brother went to school an hour earlier than me for basketball practice. My mother sighed and said to me, "Your brother isn't cut out for studying, that's why your father and I sent him to basketball training so he can go to a sports school. Your physique isn't as good as your brother's, so you need to focus on your studies and not think about anything else. Your task now is to study hard." I lowered my head and nodded. My mother seemed to want to say something, but she didn't. I quickly finished my breakfast and fled to school. I didn't dare think about anything today... For several days, I didn't dare to sleep on top of my mother, let alone touch her legs. But after a week, I couldn't hold back anymore; a week of holding back was really unbearable. That night, I guessed my mother was asleep, and my brother was even more so, sleeping like a log. I gently touched my mother, but there was no response. I couldn't wait any longer and pressed myself against her, rubbing my penis against her body. This time, I didn't dare to use my mother's legs to penetrate her vagina like last time. After I ejaculated three times, my entire crotch was soaked. After I finished, I fell asleep immediately. Now, I dared not sleep on top of my mother again. I had just fallen asleep when I suddenly felt someone pulling down my pants. I groggily opened my eyes and saw it was my mother. I was instantly jolted awake; my pants were covered in semen! I stammered, "Mom..." My mother snorted, tossed a clean pair of underwear onto my bare penis, and said in a low voice, "Put it on yourself. Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?" Then she took my wet, semen-stained underwear to the bathroom. So, Mom wasn't asleep after all. (II)The next morning, I secretly glanced at my mother. She seemed the same as usual, so it meant she wasn't angry with me. That meant I could still… After waiting patiently until my brother fell asleep, I eagerly pressed myself against my mother again. This time, I didn't even bother to check if she was asleep. I had thought about it during the day. I was the most beloved son in the family, my studies made my mother happy, and my performance at school made her proud in front of relatives and friends. Even if she didn't like it, she wouldn't be too angry with me. If she was, I would have given her a good scolding for the time I sprayed on her beautiful legs. Sure enough, when I pressed myself against her legs, she moved slightly, but then let me. I pressed my penis tightly against her thigh, nestled my head near her ear, inhaling her scent, and wrapped my left arm around her waist (I was sleeping on her left side). I began to move rhythmically. Slowly, my hand moved up her waist, eventually reaching her breast. My mother tensed up immediately and slapped my hand away. I touched her again, and she hit me again. I had no choice but to obediently hold my mother's waist and move back and forth on her plump thighs. My mother closed her eyes and let me do as I pleased without moving. Every night, my mother would let me hold her and use her beautiful legs to release my pent-up desires. (Since this is the first time I've written something this long, I forgot to describe what my mother looked like. I was 14 years old that year, and my mother was 34. My mother's face wasn't very pretty, just average, but her figure was very standard due to her frequent labor. Her curves were perfect, and having given birth to both of us didn't affect her figure.) Afterward, my mother would get out of bed to get me a clean pair of underwear to change into. She would soak the dirty ones and wash them the next day. I had to wear two pairs of underwear every day, which was really annoying. At that time, my family wasn't very wealthy. My brother and I only had three pairs of underwear to wash and change into. Moreover, I still liked the feeling of using my mother's legs to penetrate me, but I didn't dare to ask her. After all, I knew that this was already going too far, and if I made such a request again, my mother would definitely get angry. Finally, the opportunity came. That morning, my mother received a notice from her workplace early to go to work. She cooked breakfast and left without even washing the underwear I had changed out of the night before. It started raining around noon, and all the clothes she had washed the day before got wet. My brother and I had no underwear to change into when we showered that evening. After my brother fell asleep, I hugged my mother again, wanting to do it, but she wouldn't let me. She whispered, "No tonight, you'll get wet and have no pants to change into." I panicked and hugged my mother, whispering, "Mom, but I feel uncomfortable, let me do it." My mother firmly refused and pushed me away. I had no choice but to go to sleep, but I was used to relieving myself before going to sleep every night. How could I sleep like this? I tossed and turned, and my little brother was almost bursting through my pants. My mother saw me like this and thought I couldn't sleep without pressing on him, so she told me to press on him as usual. But as soon as I pressed on him, she knew what I was doing. My mother had no choice but to let me relieve myself, but only after I took off my pants to avoid getting them wet. I was more than happy to oblige. I quickly pulled off my pants and lay naked on top of my mother, but she wouldn't let me do it on her thighs, saying she was afraid of getting our clothes wet. She said I could only do it on her calves. She even started moving, adjusting her calves to fit me comfortably. I whispered, "Mom, let me do it myself. I promise I won't get our clothes wet." My mother thought for a moment and agreed. I excitedly sat up next to my mother, hugging her. "Mom, you're so good to me." My mother chuckled softly and scolded, "You little devil! Hurry up, you have school tomorrow." I knelt beside my mother's outstretched legs, gently stroking her smooth thighs. My little brother was already quite erect. My mother looked at me shyly and closed her eyes, scolding softly, "You little rascal, hurry up and finish! What are you touching me for? I want to sleep." My mother wanted to lie down and let me play by myself like before, but I stopped her. My mother looked at me in confusion. I told her to tuck her legs in and hug her knees. My mother did as I did, and I knelt in the crook of her legs, pressing my little brother against her knee joint from the side. Because my mother was hugging me very tightly, her thighs and calves were almost one. I pressed against her vulva, but couldn't penetrate the first time. My mother realized what I wanted and loosened her grip a little to make it easier for me to enter. But I stopped her. I tried to force it in myself, but after several attempts, I failed. My mother loosened her grip again, letting me go in and then tightening my grip. I held my mother's legs tightly with both hands, thrusting my hips repeatedly. The feeling was so good, tight and smooth. My mother's legs were just amazing… After thrusting hundreds of times, my mother's legs felt a little numb. I finally ejaculated, a gush of semen shooting onto the inside of my mother's thighs. I groaned softly. It felt so good. My semen flowed down my mother's thighs and into her underwear. My mother let out a soft cry and quickly got out of bed to clean up the gift her son had left on her underwear for the first time. Since then, I no longer needed to press down on my mother's thighs to release my pent-up desire. Every time, I used this method, holding my mother's thighs tightly. The feeling of my little brother thrusting against my mother's knee joints was really great. (III) One day, one of my younger brothers brought me a book as a gift. No doubt about it, I was the boss in the class. Those who were good at fighting and killing treated me with utmost respect. They wouldn't be polite to me unless they didn't want to pass the exam. Who says high scores are useless? I flipped through it, and only two words came to mind: "Exquisite!" It was from that book that I first learned about anal sex. The long-lost tension of secretly reading novels during class returned, but that book gave me one feeling: "So good!" After finishing it, I seriously considered a question: Why didn't my mother want me to try it too? Honestly, my mother's buttocks were truly beautiful; it must have felt amazing. I only now realized that I had never really looked at my mother closely before. Otherwise, why would I only now find her buttocks so sexy in retrospect? After some time, I knew that as long as my studies were good, my mother would generally agree to my requests, as long as they weren't too excessive. After class, I told my younger brother that I would take this book home and read it slowly. I asked him if he had any other books, and if he could give me one or two more, I guaranteed he would get 80 points on every exam this semester. My brother readily agreed; he had originally gotten the book for his exams in a month. The next morning, he brought two more books and secretly slipped them into my hands. Because of the book he lent me yesterday, I wasn't really interested in penetrating my mother's thighs last night and ejaculated quickly. After my mother fell asleep, I secretly reached under her and touched her buttocks. Her tight anus made me want to immediately flip her over and fuck her anus. This time, the two books my younger brother brought were about anal sex and incest. I was very excited after reading them. It turns out I wasn't the only one who felt this way. I knew that if I got good grades on my final exams in a month, maybe my mother would agree to let me be more unrestrained, and maybe there would be an opportunity... hehe... But before that, I had to study hard. True to my word, after that, I gave up all opportunities to play and focused on studying. My mother was pleased but also worried that I would overwork myself, so she kept urging me to go out and play for a while. I told her that I wanted to do well in my studies and strive for good grades on the final exams. My mother thought I wanted to work hard to get into a top high school in the future, so she didn't say anything more. But she didn't expect that I was only in the first semester of eighth grade, so young, who would think about what would happen a year and a half later? I was indeed working hard, but it was also to deflower her. I guessed from the sight of me secretly touching my mother's anus with my fingers that her little chrysanthemum had never been used by my father. I was so looking forward to opening her anus. Before I knew it, the final exams were here. Thanks to my previous hard work, my results were excellent; I was first in two subjects and in the top 20 of the rest. My mother was overjoyed. When I took the report card home for her to sign, she hugged me tightly, smiling, and asked what prize I wanted. Could she give me what I wanted? If I said I wanted to deflower her, I'd definitely get a good beating. I just went along with my mother's usual tone and said that I was studying hard to get into a top high school, not for prizes. My mother even praised me for growing up and becoming sensible. Tears of joy streamed down my face. She insisted on a reward, so I thought, "Okay, I'll ask for a little something first." I hugged my mother tightly and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I want to do it with you now, okay?" My mother hesitated for a moment, looked around. My brother wasn't home yet, and my father was out on a long-distance bus. Of course, no one was home. She thought for a while, then nodded and agreed. My mother checked the door to make sure it was closed, then turned around and took off her coat first, then her pants. Looking at my mother's buttocks, sticking up as she bent over to take off her pants, my penis throbbed. Her beautiful buttocks, encased in her small panties, with that indented crevice in the middle—that was the goal I'd been striving for all month. I wanted to pounce on her right now, pull down her panties, and thrust my penis inside her! Suddenly, an idea struck me. Even if I couldn't actually penetrate my mother's anus, I could still taste the beauty of her buttocks. I unzipped her pants, pulled out my penis, and rushed over, hugging my mother from behind.My mother and I both screamed. My mother screamed because her anus had been attacked; even though she was wearing underwear, it was still quite a pain for her. I, on the other hand, almost broke my penis because I was too rough. My mother quickly straightened up, covered her anus with her hand, and asked me a little angrily, "What are you doing? Why were you so rough? Couldn't you have waited a little longer?" I knew my mother was genuinely angry, so I quickly put on a wronged look: "I've been too stressed from studying lately, and I wanted to relax after the exams. I couldn't help it when I saw you like this." My mother saw how hard I had worked studying lately, and considering I hadn't released my energy during the exams, she forgave me. Actually, I had been holding back so I could play with her more after the exams. My mother sighed, touched her still slightly sore anus, and said, "Alright, go to bed now. I'll let you have your way." She turned and walked towards the bed. "Yay!" I mentally made a victory gesture, but of course, I couldn't show any expression on my face. I grabbed my mother's arm. "Mom, can you bend over like that? It looks so good!" At that time, the word "sexy" didn't exist in my vocabulary. My mother paused for a moment. "You little rascal, always coming up with mischievous ideas. Fine, consider it a reward today. Do whatever you want." My mother scolded me affectionately, then bent over, her buttocks sticking up high, her panties taut, clearly showing her cleft. My penis was already erect, protesting why I hadn't started yet. My mother turned around and called to me, "Hurry up, it's tiring like this." I quickly pressed against her, my penis pressed tightly against her beautiful buttocks, separated from her anus by only a layer of fabric. If it weren't for that fabric, it would be so much better. I held my mother's slender waist with both hands, my penis sliding between her buttocks. I really wanted to penetrate her. Oh, little brother, I'm sorry to trouble you for now, but in a couple of days I'll grant your wish. I slid my penis forcefully between my mother's buttocks, my hands caressing her waist. After a while, unable to bear the pain from the rush of blood to her head, she tried to straighten up. My penis was still pressed against her buttocks. Straightening up allowed me to fully contact her beautiful buttocks, and my penis felt amazing. My hands weren't to be idle either; I grasped my mother's breasts. My mother tried to remove my hands. I whispered in her ear, "Mom, let me touch them. You promised to make me happy today, so consider this my reward." My mother held my hands tightly, considered for a long time, and slowly loosened them. During this time, my penis, of course, didn't stop, rubbing incessantly between my mother's buttocks. I gripped my mother's breasts tightly, and in a surge of excitement, I increased the speed of my penis, rubbing it quickly a few times. I hugged my mother tightly from behind, excitedly shouting, "Mom!" and ejaculated. Because my penis was tightly sandwiched between my mother's buttocks and mine, this rapid ejaculation sprayed semen all over my mother's back and my chest. I quickly grabbed some tissues to clean my mother and me up. My mother thought I had enough and picked up her clothes to put them on, but I stopped her. I hugged her tightly from behind again and unhooked her bra, revealing her beautiful breasts. My mother moved her hand slightly, but in the end, she didn't stop me. I gently massaged her breasts. After a while, my penis became aroused again, and my mother felt it, of course. This time, because it was soft at first, when it became hard, it was right between my mother's legs. The sacred place where I was born was still separated by a layer of cloth, and my mother instinctively squeezed her legs together. Before, my mother wouldn't allow me to touch her genitals, and now it was the same with my penis. I hugged my mother tightly and quickly started moving back and forth before she could react, but surprisingly, my mother didn't object. I became bolder and moved my hand down, but my mother stopped me, saying, "You can't touch there with your hand." I knew that my mother would absolutely not allow it there, so I grabbed my mother's hand and made her hold my glans. Otherwise, without something blocking the way, it was always a little uncomfortable. My mother touched it and recoiled as if electrocuted. I rested my head on her shoulder and gently nibbled her ear. "Mom, hold it for me, it'll come faster that way." My mother had no choice but to hold it with her hand and gently stroke my glans with her fingers. Ah… my mother's hands, roughened by years of work, felt so good! I thrust rapidly between my mother's legs, enjoying the intimate contact between my glans and her hand. Soon, I ejaculated a second time. What's the rush? There's plenty of time today. A third time! This time, my mother didn't immediately get dressed, waiting to see if I wanted more. Anyway, my brother hadn't come back yet; I could get dressed when he got to the door. Again! This day was truly exhilarating, but I still hoped the day of my deflowering would come quickly, around the time my father returned. My mother was a conservative and traditional woman; she didn't know about anal sex, and her son was already plotting to take her virginity. My mother was somewhat indecisive and spoiled me excessively. As long as I did well in school, she didn't care about anything else, which is why I was able to engage in almost incestuous acts with her. (IV) My father's day off arrived, and my mother bought groceries and cooked dinner early, then waited with us for him to come home. Around 6 p.m., my father finally arrived home. After dinner and a shower, he gave my brother and me 5 yuan each and told us to go out and play, and come back later. I knew why. Any normal man who had been holding back for a month would definitely act like my father when he got home. Just now, my father was glancing at my mother's breasts while eating, without even touching the food. My father was a clean freak, so it was impossible for him to drive around looking for prostitutes, so my mother's anus was naturally untouched. Hehe, that's good for me. The longer my father held back, the better it was for my plan. Back then, I didn't know about sleeping pills, so unless I forced myself into it, my mother would never let me use her ass. You see, my mother always maintained a clear boundary. Outside the body, it was fine, but inside was absolutely forbidden. My brother and I played at the billiard hall on the street until 11 pm. I had the night program on and wasn't in the mood to play, so I gave all my money to my brother to exchange for tokens. My brother's eyes were glued to the game screen for hours, and when he came back, he kept yawning, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep. That was fine; it removed one potential obstacle. When we got home, my mother greeted us looking a little tired. My father must have been holding back for too long, but he still seemed a bit unsatisfied. We were quickly put to bed, and my mother lay down with us. But shortly after the lights were turned off, I heard my father get up from the next bed and call my mother to his bed. My mother, probably afraid we'd hear, and exhausted, refused. But my father insisted, and she had no choice but to go. I listened to my mother's suppressed moans. Thankfully, my father's small bed was made of metal; otherwise, the creaking sound would have made me even more uncomfortable. Thinking about how I'd be deflowered soon, my little brother got even harder. I held it, turned away, not wanting my father or mother to see. About an hour later, my mother returned to my bed, and my father fell into a deep sleep. After so much sex, of course he was tired; he'd leave the rest to me. My mother was exhausted too; she just lay down and wanted to sleep, but I turned and hugged her. She was startled, not expecting me to still be awake. Her face turned red; she probably knew I'd heard her moans. I hugged my mother tightly and whispered, "Mom, I want it too." Hearing the "too," my mother blushed even more. She coaxed me softly, "Not tonight, your dad's back. Besides, Mom's too tired. We can do it tomorrow, okay, okay?" I pressed my penis tightly against my mother's lower abdomen. "Don't feel numb. Dad's asleep, he doesn't know. Mom, you just sleep, let me do it myself." My mother listened to my father's breathing and decided he was asleep. She said helplessly, "Okay, but be careful, don't make too much noise. If your dad finds out, he'll kill you. I'm going to sleep now, you do it yourself." My mother then lay flat and closed her eyes. Ugh, what am I supposed to do now? "Mom, I want to use your butt," I quickly whispered in my mother's ear. My mother didn't say anything, but turned her body away from me, her buttocks sticking out towards me for my convenience. I suppressed my ecstatic excitement. My mother always waited for me to finish before going to sleep, and I hadn't had the chance for a long time unless I forced myself on her. Tonight, the opportunity had finally arrived. I pulled my penis out of my pants and pressed it tightly against my mother's beautiful buttocks, gently rubbing it. I couldn't rush it; I had to wait until she was sound asleep. I held back for an hour until my mother finally succumbed to sleep and drifted off to dreamland. I quietly got up, greedily gazing at my mother's beautiful and alluring buttocks. My hands trembled as I reached for her panties. Once those were removed, I would be done. I gently laid my mother down, supporting her buttocks with my left hand, and slowly removing the last layer of protection from her body with my right. My mother's lower body was finally exposed. I looked at her smooth abdomen, the alluring dark forest, and the inverted triangle between her legs. Undeniably, it was captivating, but that wasn't my goal. I would visit the sacred place of my birth another time.I touched that dark forest, then positioned my mother in the same side-lying position as before. I stared at the chrysanthemum bud I had longed for, gently touching it a few times with my fingers. Each touch caused the little chrysanthemum to contract slightly like a mimosa. Afraid of waking my mother if I touched it too much, I smeared my glans with saliva. I learned this from a book. Then, lying on my side, I aligned my penis with the correct position, just outside the chrysanthemum. The chrysanthemum shyly contracted, perfectly clamping the glans. I then held my mother's waist with one hand and checked the position again with the other, making sure it was correct. I took my underwear and placed it near my mother's mouth, afraid she might cry out in pain, so I could cover her mouth if she did. Everything was ready, and I could begin. I tightened my grip on my mother, then used my other hand to cover her mouth with the underwear, while simultaneously thrusting my penis in. But the virgin territory was just too tight; only half of the glans could penetrate. My mother cried out in pain, but I covered her mouth with my underwear, so it only turned into a muffled groan. She tried to push me away, but I was holding her too tightly. At this moment, I stopped covering her mouth. I had only covered it earlier to prevent her from unconsciously crying out in pain, but now that she was awake, we both understood the consequences if someone found out. I held her waist tightly with both hands, placing one foot in front of her, pressing myself firmly against her body. I thrust my penis in forcefully, and tears streamed down my mother's face. Unable to push me away, she rolled forward, ending up face down on the bed. I pressed myself firmly against her back, making it easier to penetrate her. With another push, the entire head of my penis was inside. The sensation inside was wonderful—tight, soft, and hot. I wanted to reach the very bottom in one go. My mother's experience was different. Her buttocks were aching, but she dared not cry out in pain, unable to push me away. She could only bite the pillow, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face. My mother kept slapping my back with her hands, turning her head to look at me pleadingly, wanting me to stop. I knew it was time to make things clear with her; we were at each other's throats, it was the perfect opportunity to negotiate. I stopped my attack, but didn't retreat either, remaining still and kissing my mother's cheek. My mother took a breath, enduring the pain of her anal fissure, and whispered, "You can't do this, let go of Mommy. If you want Mommy to help you, I'll let you touch me wherever you want, please get up, please, be good, listen to me." I pressed my face against my mother's and said, "Mom, I don't want any of that. I've wanted this for so long. You can make me get up, but only if you let me put it in here." As I spoke, I moved my hand down, touching my mother's vulva, my fingers even touching her labia. My mother was startled and pushed me away. "No, I'm your mother. You can't do this. If you want to have sex with me, we can do what we used to do. I'll use my legs to help you." I firmly refused. "Mom, there are only two options now. Either you let me do this, or you let me do what Dad did with you." My mother was terrified. "Isn't there any other way?" I said, "Yes." "What way?" "Wake up Dad and let him beat me to death." My mother didn't say anything more after hearing that. She closed her eyes. I knew she agreed, so I continued. My mother frowned and whispered, "Gently, it hurts." Tears streamed down her face. I pressed my face against hers and gently licked her with my tongue, while simultaneously thrusting my lower body forward. My mother frowned, groaned, and turned her head to bite the pillow tightly with her teeth. I felt relieved and thrust harder. This time, my mother's whole body trembled, and she stiffened. But I was already fully inside, inside my mother's warm rectum, feeling her instinctive sobs, so hot and tight. I started thrusting rapidly, my mother didn't move, letting me do as I pleased. My whole body was pressed against my mother's back, wishing I could become one with her. My hands reached down from behind to touch her breasts, the feeling was amazing! After about a hundred rapid thrusts, it was so stimulating, I thrust hard, penetrating deep into my mother's body, ejaculating inside her rectum for the first time. As I ejaculated, my mother's whole body stiffened, her buttocks clenched tightly, almost breaking me. After deflowering my mother's anus, she tried to push me off, but I held her tightly, and she didn't move either, because she knew my capabilities. After resting for a while, we went at it again. I placed my mother's hands under her head to elevate her body, making it easier for me. My mother let me do as I pleased, and I slowly made piston-like movements on her back. I had been too hasty earlier and ejaculated too quickly; now I wanted to savor the taste of my mother's genitals. My hands slowly roamed over my mother's body. Although she had let me touch her before, there were still some places I couldn't go. Like now, my hand touched my mother's mons pubis. My mother's body trembled, and she whispered, "That's not a place you can touch. Take it away." She tried to push me away with her hands, but we were in her way, so she could only grab my arm, which she couldn't remove. I moved my hand to my mother's labia and gently touched them. My mother's breathing became rapid. "No, don't, don't touch there, stop!" At that moment, I also reached my climax, ejaculating again inside my mother's anus. After I finished, I obediently lay on my mother's back, placing my hands on her shoulders, and whispered in her ear, "Mom, I'm sorry. But I love you so much, I just couldn't help myself." Upon hearing this, tears streamed down my mother's face uncontrollably. "It's all because I spoiled you too much before, agreeing to everything you wanted, even things I shouldn't have agreed to. Now it's all like this. How am I supposed to face anyone?" I knew that my mother's emotions were very unstable, and she didn't know anything about anal sex. I said, "Mom, I know this is wrong and it hurts you, but it's the same whether I've inserted it into your thighs before or now. It's not like what Dad and I did, so what's the difference? It just hurts a little, but it'll be fine in a day or two. I promise you, I'll study hard from now on and get into a top high school. Please don't be angry anymore." Although my mother didn't know about anal sex, she wasn't stupid. She snorted, "Don't think I don't know what you're up to. If you do this again, I'll cut off your little penis. And where is it that dirty? Aren't you worried about hygiene? Don't even think about it anymore. Just go back to school and don't get any more ideas." Seeing that my mother's tone had softened, I quickly said, "Mom, it's not dirty at all. I just need to wash it. Anyway, Dad doesn't want it, so you can use it! You remember how I was in the first year of junior high. I did so badly because I often had to do my studies by myself. You don't want me to not get into a top high school, do you?" At home, everything revolves around my getting into a top middle school; everything else takes a backseat. My mother only cooperated with me initially to prevent me from neglecting my studies, and now she's brought out this "imperial sword" again. Sure enough, the "imperial sword" worked wonders; my mother fell silent. After a while, she finally laid down three rules: 1. I can insert it into her anus, but only after she's cleaned up, and then I'll clean up too. 2. I'm not allowed to touch my vagina, which is her vulva—she's too shy to say it out loud. And I absolutely cannot have any thoughts about it. 3. We can't do it too often each day, to avoid harming her health. I readily agreed. The first rule was fine, but the second and third were problematic. As the saying goes, specific problems should be solved specifically. I haven't even tried my mother's little cunt yet; how could I let it go? As for the third rule, I'll just stay until I'm satisfied. Does she think she'll wake someone and make me get off? Just like now, my penis, after resting for so long, is hard again. My mother could feel me beneath her, of course. She struggled, trying to stop me from penetrating her, twisting her hips, but this only fueled my desire. Hehe, you asked for it. I hugged my mother tightly, "Mom, can I do it again?" My mother tried to refuse, "Have you forgotten what I just told you? Too much is bad for your health, it will affect your studies, and I haven't washed yet, I'm dirty." I whispered in my mother's ear, "Mom, it's a holiday, it's okay. Besides, I've already gone in, it won't make a difference if I go in again. I know it still hurts, but I really want it, let me do it one more time, the last time tonight, okay, good mom." My mother had no choice but to agree, "Remember, get off and go to sleep when you're done." I immediately gripped my penis and thrust it into my mother's anus, which was still stained with blood. My mother groaned, "Gently." But I was already halfway in, and with a little more force, the other half went in too. No longer worried about my mother's resistance, I relaxed and began to enjoy myself, my hands busy exploring every part of her body except her vulva. Suddenly, because I was too forceful, I accidentally knocked down the hair that was coiled on my head. I smoothed her black hair, which cascaded over her snow-white shoulders, moving up and down in rhythm with me. So beautiful and sexy, I couldn't resist, and quickly thrust a few more times before ejaculating.Tonight, my mother's rectum practically became my urinal, haha, my wish came true, it felt so good. After I got up, my mother got up, took a damp towel, and wiped my penis clean. Then she secretly went to take a shower. Why? Need I say more? Tonight was really great. Then she secretly went to take a shower. Why? Need I say more? Tonight was really great.

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