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I Love My Mom (Full Version)

0. Foreword
I never imagined this would happen, but it did, and I
enjoyed it immensely .

Perhaps because my family is quite traditional, the adults were very conservative about how men and women handled relationships. My family was small.
My dad was a civil servant, with little pay and little work, and he lived close to home. My mom was a housekeeper; in her spare time, she would go to a nearby garment factory to collect semi-finished products and
trim loose threads, earning her a piecework rate. So, I didn't have much time to play as a child; I had to stay home and trim threads to supplement
the family income. Therefore, our family wasn't wealthy, but we weren't starving either.

I was the second oldest child, with an older sister and a younger sister. My mom said she originally wanted to have another boy,
but unexpectedly, a girl appeared after ten months of pregnancy. Since she was already born, we couldn't just put her back in,
so we raised her with a mix of care and attention. As a result, my younger sister was somewhat neglected from a young age and didn't receive the best care . Even now
, she still feels a bit resentful. When she was about to graduate from junior high, she still looked like an elementary school girl. My mother was very worried
about how she would manage and how she would ever get married. However, it turned out my mother's worries were unfounded. My younger sister's
progress in her first year of nursing school was phenomenal. I'm not talking about her grades, but rather that her face became very pretty, her figure became more womanly—at least
her curves were more defined—and her skin became smooth and delicate, unlike the dry and dark skin she had as a child. I don't know if this was
my doing; when I asked my younger sister, she just laughed and playfully punched me. But that's another story. However, the only drawback is that she's still so short. She
's supposedly 150cm, but everyone knows that 150 is just a rounded-up number...

As for my older sister, I feel guilty when I talk about her. Many things aren't absolutely right or wrong; perhaps with the
passage of time, right and wrong shift. Unlike my younger sister, my older sister is much taller. Not in the sense of being physically imposing or large. Rather,
there's a stark contrast compared to my younger sister. My sister's height is about the same as mine, close to 170cm (I seem

quite short in comparison), with an average build and average looks, not as pretty as my younger sister. What's particularly striking is her beautiful,
round, and perky buttocks. I don't know what people generally consider beautiful buttocks, but I certainly find them attractive. Heaven was fair to my older sister and
younger sister, showing no favoritism.

As for me, I'm neither tall nor handsome, of average talent, clumsy with words, and have no outstanding abilities. However, God has been
quite kind to me. Well, that's a story for another time.

1. Childhood Memories
I don't know what it means for a boy to be precocious or late-maturing, but when I was in elementary school, I was very interested in the
opposite sex 's body. It was just curiosity, without any lustful thoughts or excitement.

At that time, there were only two bedrooms in our house. One was my parents' big bedroom, which my younger sister slept in with them. The other small
bedroom was where my older sister and I slept. Perhaps my parents thought we were still young and there shouldn't be any problems, so they let my sister and
I sleep together. Later I realized that I (probably in third grade, my sister was three years older than me) wasn't a little kid back then, and she
was even more grown up.

Nowadays, people probably don't sew their own underwear! They buy ready-made, boys and girls alike, Wacoal, Yiershuang
... But when I was little, everything at home was "homemade." My mom had a sewing machine, not the electric kind we have now
, but a foot-operated one, with no fancy stitching techniques, just a very simple design. Everything in the house, from curtains and
tablecloths to handkerchiefs and underwear, was made by my mom's skillful hands. Since it was homemade, it was inevitably simple and basic, nothing luxurious,
just functional.

There's not much to say about the curtains and tablecloths, but the underwear was a different story. Looking back, it's kind of funny. The underwear had no
elastic band, it was loose and baggy, with a strap used as a waistband. So taking it off was
easy; just pull the strap, and the pants would fall down. It was rudimentary, but it made things very convenient for me, whether it was taking off my own
or theirs...

That's how my incestuous history began, with the bedroom not having enough space and the loose underwear. At first, it was curiosity, curiosity about the
opposite sex 's body. I don't remember when I started finding that the woman I slept with every night could satisfy my
curiosity, especially in the summer. Because we wear very little clothing in the summer, and with the breeze from the fan (we couldn't afford
an air conditioner), I noticed my sister's loose underwear swaying in the wind.
I discovered this one night when I went to the bathroom in the middle of the night and returned to bed.

In the dim light, my sister's genitals were vaguely visible. I knelt down beside her thighs and stared for a long time, not daring
to touch her, just watching. I watched until I felt sleepy, then lay back down and went back to sleep.

This was the first time I saw my sister's genitals, and nothing happened. Actually, saying it was the first time isn't quite right, because I used to bathe with my sister when I was very young
, but I didn't feel anything then, and I don't remember anything. From then on
, I would often deliberately stay awake at night, waiting until my sister was sound asleep before pointing the fan at her genitals and peeking.
Unexpectedly, I became addicted to watching, and going to bed at night became the most anticipated part of my day.
Perhaps some of my later perverse incestuous behaviors developed during this period

. I watched every day, but never actually touched her. I don't know how long I watched, but gradually the weather got colder, because winter arrived
. Of course, winter wasn't a big deal, but the problem was that we had to wear more and more clothes. My sister, who used to sleep
in skirts (we were poor and didn't have the habit of wearing pajamas; whatever she wore during the day, she would wear
to bed at night), started wearing long pants to bed.

This was quite something, because I could no longer peek at it, yet I was addicted to looking. Of course, not looking wouldn't kill me,
but I would crave it and then have trouble sleeping. After a few days, I couldn't resist any longer; I really wanted to see my sister's genitals. So I decided to
take action and pull down my sister's pants, thinking that way I could see them again. On the surface, this
decision seemed like just to satisfy my curiosity, but many things started from there.

That night, after my sister fell asleep, I began my actions. Most of the pants we children wore were made by my mother,
but these had elastic bands; they were worn on the outside, so they couldn't be too shabby. The elastic bands made them a bit harder to pull down,
but I still carefully and very slowly pulled down my sister's pants. After pulling it down (to the thighs), I realized there were still
underwear underneath. My legs were closed (because of the elastic band on the pants, they couldn't open), and there was no fan to cool them down. What
to do? I had no choice but to go all the way and pull off my underwear as well. This underwear was much easier to take off; just pull the straps, and it
all loosened, then it was easy to pull it down, except for the buttocks.

But I still couldn't see much because my sister's legs were still closed. I didn't dare pull them down any further, because to
open her legs I'd have to take her pants off completely, which I dared not do. But this was good enough,
because I hadn't seen my sister's genitals for many days. Even though only a tiny bit of her vulva was visible, I was satisfied.

This time, I didn't just look; since I was already undressed, I might as well touch her. So I gently touched her
genitals, then slowly covered the clitoris with my palm and gently stroked it. Soft, delicate, and warm. At the time, I
didn't feel anything, I just knew I touched it. Actually, I wasn't really sure why I touched her; I just wanted to, but
afterward, I didn't feel anything.

I was only in third grade then, so of course I didn't feel anything, because I didn't even have the most basic impulses or sexual desires
; it was just out of curiosity. After that, I rarely took off my sister's pants again, because
after finally getting them off, I didn't know what to do. Besides touching her, there didn't seem to be anything worth touching. Then I had to go through the trouble
of putting her pants back on, and after all that, I still didn't know what I was doing.

A winter passed quickly like that, and my curiosity hadn't disappeared; I just didn't want to go through all that trouble. I didn't know
if my sister knew I was secretly taking off her pants, but I thought probably not, because she didn't suddenly wake up.

Not long after the Lunar New Year, something finally happened. One night, Mom said that my older sister would be sleeping in the master bedroom from now on, and Mom
would sleep with me instead. I was shocked. I wondered if my sister already knew I would secretly take off her pants and tell Mom,
which Mom wouldn't let me continue sleeping with her. But Mom didn't say anything, and of course, I didn't dare to ask. I just found it strange.
If my sister had told Mom, why wasn't Dad sleeping with me, but Mom?

So, I started sleeping with Mom. During this time, I naturally learned my lesson and, no matter how curious or bold I was, I never dared to take off Mom
's pants. Two years passed peacefully like this. But people always grow up, and then they're always led astray by their classmates
. As the weather gets hotter, people wear less and less clothing, and then some accidents happen. 2. Summer finally arrived for

Mom's body . This summer was no different from previous years; it was just as hot, almost uncontrollably hot. Yes, things finally got out of control. I think Mom still thought I was just a child at this point, and she probably thought I would never do anything to my own mother ! I was already in sixth grade at this time. Of course, getting older has nothing to do with becoming evil, but at school, some classmates could get their hands on some small books (now called "A books"). We passed them around, and sometimes we would tear a book apart page by page and take turns reading it. After reading the first page, I'd start looking for the second page and see who had it. And so on . Some people, however , wouldn't care about the order; they'd just pick any page they got and read it, then mentally piece together the plot. Those adult books back then were much better than the ones now; they had a storyline, unlike the ones now which have no plot and just the male and female leads having sex from beginning to end. It was around this time that my penis started to get erections, and I learned to masturbate, though I don't remember how I learned . I guess that doesn't count as precocious; many of my classmates were like me. But my mom still treated me like a child , unaware that this "child" was already quite wicked and lewd. Sleeping with my mom every day always gave me a strange urge. Sometimes, lying in bed, I'd imagine having sex with a certain girl (usually a TV or movie star) and start masturbating. But that wasn't satisfying because I was afraid of waking her, so sometimes I'd just go to the bathroom to masturbate and then come back to sleep. Gradually, I don't know how it happened, but when I masturbated, the woman I fantasized about having sex with started looking like my mom—I was fantasizing about having sex with her. Looking back now, it seems unbelievable, but at the time, it didn't seem like a big deal; it felt natural, without guilt (and I still don't now. I think I'm probably quite perverted). And the frequency of these fantasies increased until eventually, I only fantasized about having sex with my mom. Every night I would lie next to my mother, masturbating and fantasizing, but I never had any other thoughts. However, as went by, I started to want to do things, at least I wanted to see my mother's body. One night I decided to see if my mother could be seen in her genitals like my sister. I pretended to be asleep as soon as I got into bed, and soon my mother also got into bed. After some time, I thought my mother should be fast asleep. So I made a big turn over , deliberately touching my mother, and then observed her reaction. My mother didn't move at all; I thought she was already fast asleep. I adjusted the angle of the fan and my own eye level, and waited to see. The wind blew open Mom's skirt , revealing her thighs and underwear, but nothing else was visible because her legs weren't spread wide . I didn't dare move her legs, so I waited quietly to see if she would change position. After a long wait, she finally moved, turning over to her side, and now I couldn't see anything. Exhausted from waiting, I fell asleep. The next night, I got to see her, and not for long. Mom lay on the bed spread-eagled until she was fast asleep. The wind blew, just like my sister's, opening her underwear, and I saw her genitals. Because I could only see , all I could see was a dark patch of pubic hair. But this already excited me enough, because before, when I looked at my older sister's genitals, they weren't hairy. From then on, my nightly routine was to peek at my mother's genitals, just like I always peeked at my sister's. Until one day things were a little different. That day, as usual, I pretended to be asleep, but this time my mother went to bed very late. I waited for a long time, almost falling asleep myself. Finally, my mother got into bed, lay down, and pulled the thin blanket over herself. I felt a little strange, so after my mother fell asleep, I got up and looked at her. I didn't understand why my mother was covered by the blanket today. But I still waited to see if my mother would kick off the blanket. Luckily, or maybe the weather was really too hot and humid, my mother kicked off the blanket soon after, spreading her legs wide open. I was stunned. Mom wasn't wearing underwear. Her entire genitals were completely exposed. My heart pounded, and my mind went blank. I stared for a long time, because this time I saw more than just pubic hair; I saw everything I'd never seen before. Her labia majora and minora, I could almost see her anus. I looked very closely because it was a rare opportunity; Mom doesn't go without underwear every day. As I looked, I couldn't resist reaching out and touching her thigh. She didn't react. So, I grew bolder and continued touching her genitals, lingering there. I kept stroking that area, feeling incredibly excited; my penis even got hard. 3. First Contact

From then on, whenever no one was home, I liked to snuggle into my mother's arms, ostensibly to act spoiled, but actually to take advantage of her.
Of course, my mother knew what I was doing, but she didn't mind. Perhaps she treated me like a child, or perhaps she spoiled me and
couldn't bear to refuse my behavior. But the latter was more likely, because I didn't just snuggle in my mother's arms; I would
grope her all over. If it was the former, then my mother was wrong, because every time she touched me, I
would very excited, and every time after she finished, I would go to the bathroom to masturbate.

With my mother's indulgence, I became bolder and bolder, and slowly began to dare to put my hands inside my clothes. At first, I would
put my hand inside her clothes and touch her breasts through her bra, or inside her skirt and touch her genitals through her panties. However, I always
tested her tolerance in a tentative way, so I never went too far at first. So I didn't directly
put inside her clothes to touch her breasts, but started from her stomach, and if she didn't react, I would move upwards. The first
time I put my hand inside, she immediately pushed it away and gently scolded me for doing that. But I never took her
scolding to heart, I just didn't push my luck again. Then I would try again next time.

However, since it was just my mother and me at home, there weren't many opportunities, and it wasn't until almost a year later that I started putting my hand inside her skirt to touch her genitals.
At first, I only dared to touch my mom's thighs, and the first time I reached under her skirt, she tapped me on the head, warning me not to
mess around. Of course, I didn't give up so easily; I'd try again next time.

I didn't understand why my mom was so indulgent, and I knew that as long as I wasn't too excessive or too hasty, even if
I didn't succeed , the second, the third... Mom would always give in. By then, Mom probably wouldn't treat me like a child anymore; I was almost
in junior high, and even leg hair was starting to grow.

The summer before sixth grade was the fastest, because my older sister and younger sister were at my grandma's house. During the day, it was just my mom and me at home
, along with some annoying neighbors. Of course, I never minded when these neighbors brought us homemade steamed buns and dumplings every now and then
, but most of the time they just visited. Each time they came, they could stay for a
morning or an afternoon, and my mom would chat with them while trimming loose threads. Of course, I would help trim the threads, becoming the natural
listener. Then we would talk about this and that, the seven necessities of life: firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea. We would chat about these things every day.

Because it was just my mom and me at home, I had many opportunities to be alone with her. I loved taking my afternoon nap every day;
I would always go to my mom's room and sleep with her. I was always happy to take my afternoon nap because my mom would lie on the bed
and let me touch her. She didn't care what I was doing; she just went to sleep. But usually, Mom would let me touch her until I was satisfied before going
to sleep myself .

Later, I got bolder and bolder, and eventually took off Mom's clothes. At first, Mom wasn't willing; she
would push my hands away when I unbuttoned her shirt, but I kept going. After a few times, Mom ignored me and let me unbutton her top
. After unbuttoning it and spreading her shirt open, I saw Mom's bare upper body, and of course, her bra. I
touched her through the bra for a while, but that wasn't enough, so I forced my hand inside.

Mom still didn't react; she just lay there with her eyes closed. I figured if I went too far, Mom would just scold me at most
, so I steeled myself and pulled down the straps of her bra, then moved the cups aside, exposing her entire breast
. Mom still didn't react, which I assumed meant yes. I gently stroked her breasts while my other hand
started moving down. It slowly reached her lower abdomen, but she still didn't react. I was surprised, but I didn't
care. I thought, since that's the case, I might as well strip her naked. So I slowly pulled her skirt up from the hem, until it was
completely flipped up. Without further ado, I pulled her underwear down to her calves. Suddenly, Mom opened
her eyes , and I was startled, thinking she was angry and about to explode. But Mom just stared at me with her eyes open,
without saying a word, her face expressionless. I froze, not knowing what to do. I was afraid to continue undressing her if she got really
angry , but I felt unwilling to give up.

We just stood there staring at each other for several minutes, or maybe longer, I don't know, still not knowing what to do
. Then Mom closed her eyes again. 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 Mom's underwear all the way down her legs, leaving her completely naked from the waist down. Her skin was fair and delicate, with
thick pubic hair. I reached out and touched my mother's thigh, and she flinched. I continued to touch upwards and inwards
, touching the inside of her thighs, all the way to the groin. By then, my hand was on her genitals. My heart
was pounding; I was both excited and afraid that my mother would suddenly get angry and lose her temper.

I didn't know how much tolerance my mother had, but I wanted to take off all the remaining clothes on her body. Her skirt was
elasticated and easy to take off. But I didn't know how to get her bra off; I pulled and tugged at it but couldn't get it off. Since I
couldn't take it off, I decided not to take it off at all. At this moment, I was so excited; my penis was fully erect. I took off my own clothes and
then pressed myself against my mother. I felt her warm and soft, it felt so comfortable. I hugged my mom tightly and rested my head on her
shoulder. Then my mom opened her eyes again, and this time her expression seemed surprised. She then
pushed me away from her. I lay on my side next to her, a little nervous, thinking she was probably angry.

My mom lay there, her head turned to the side, staring at me. I felt a little guilty under her gaze, wondering what she would do next. But then her gaze
slowly moved downwards, and I realized she was looking at my genitals. Despite my nervousness, my penis was still hard and
erect. Then Mom spoke up. She asked when my penis started getting bigger, and I said it started in sixth
grade . Mom looked at me and said she didn't expect me to have grown so much. I didn't know if she meant I had grown up or my
penis.

Mom looked at me again and asked if I knew anything about relationships between men and women. Subconsciously, I felt that Mom was asking me about sex
, so I told her everything I knew, even about the porn I read in class. Mom asked me what the porn was
about , and I gave her a rough summary of the plot.

As a result, Mom and I talked naked for over ten minutes. Then Mom suddenly asked, "I just
took off both her clothes and mine, what did I want to do?" I blurted out, "I wanted to have sex with Mom." Mom
paused for a moment, then asked why I had such thoughts. I told
her about how I fantasized about having sex with Mom while masturbating the night before. Mom then asked when I started masturbating, and I said sixth grade.

I forget what we talked about after that, I only remember Mom smiling, closing her eyes, and then I excitedly rolled over and pinned her down.
I hugged my mom, my penis pressed against her mons pubis, my lower body thrusting up and down until I ejaculated.

After ejaculating, I still hugged her, but she seemed to know I had ejaculated and pushed me off. I looked down and saw that both
my mom and I had semen on our lower abdomens. Mom said she was going to take a shower, grabbed her clothes, and left. I lay on the bed,
feeling sleepy because I had just ejaculated. After some time, Mom came back in, already dressed. She shook me awake and told me
to take a shower and then go back to sleep. I was sleepy, but I went to shower anyway, because my lower abdomen felt sticky and uncomfortable. After showering
and getting dressed, I went back to Mom's room. She wasn't asleep yet and told me to go to sleep quickly, as she had some loose threads to cut in the afternoon.

That's how I had my first intimate encounter with my mother. Although it wasn't actual sex, I felt very close to her
, physically close. And afterwards, my mother's tolerance for me increased significantly.

4.
Taking it to the next level. That night, I went to bed first. My mother usually went to bed after everyone else had gone to sleep. I
was almost asleep when she went to bed, but I stayed awake because I wanted to be close to her. When she came in, I pretended to be asleep with my eyes closed
. She thought I was asleep, climbed onto the bed, and kissed me on the cheek. I don't think my mother had ever kissed
me like that before. Maybe she did it when I was very young, but I don't remember it. I was quite surprised, so I opened my eyes and kissed her back
. I originally meant to kiss my mom's cheek, but I ended up kissing her lips.

This time, it was my 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 mom again, and I wanted to kiss her properly. My mom paused for a moment, then didn't say anything and lay down to
go to sleep. After my mom was lying down, I rolled over and hugged her, then my lips moved 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 Mom tightly and
kissed her again and again. At first, Mom struggled a little, but I held her tightly, and she stopped struggling.

I kept kissing her until I was satisfied before letting go. Only then did I realize that Mom was also holding me tightly. I let Mom
hold me like that and drifted off to sleep. I slept very soundly and woke up very early in the morning, before dawn.
After I continued to lie down, and slowly my mind began to clear. However, I also noticed that my penis was hard and erect. At this point
, I habitually pulled down my pants and started masturbating. While masturbating, I suddenly remembered what had happened during the day yesterday. I thought to myself, Mom is sleeping right
next to me, why am I masturbating like this? So I took off my own clothes first, and then started undressing Mom. Before I finished,
Mom was woken up. She was startled when she realized I was undressing her, but didn't say anything or resist.
So I continued.

Then I encountered the same problem: Mom's bra wouldn't come off. Mom saw my frantic efforts, smiled, got up,
and took it off herself. That's when I realized the bra clasp was in the back; no wonder I couldn't get it
off .

After taking off her bra, Mom lay back down, now completely naked. I was so excited! I immediately rolled over and pinned Mom down,
hugging her, and Mom wrapped her arms around me. I didn't want to ejaculate so quickly; I wanted to savor
the feeling . This time, it lasted longer, and when I finally ejaculated, my mom and I were covered in semen.

This went on for over ten days, every night my mom and I would cuddle naked until I ejaculated. Sometimes, on holidays
, when it was just my mom and me during the day, if I wanted to, I would pull my mom into the bedroom. Until my mom had her period. That night, she
didn't want me to undress her or hug her. At that time, I didn't know much about menstruation; I only knew that women
bleed during this time.

The first time my mom had her period, before going to sleep that night, I took off my own clothes first, and then my mom's. But Mom pushed
my hands away and told me not to take them off, and told me she was menstruating, and explained what menstruation was. Actually, I
didn't understand much, but since Mom was bleeding, I didn't dare to do anything.

But the problem remained, I was still sexually aroused. I sat on the bed, holding my erect penis, and asked Mom what to do. Mom
laughed and said to masturbate. Mom also said she had never seen me masturbate before, so it would be a good opportunity for her to see. So I sat on
the bed and started masturbating. While I was masturbating, I kept looking at Mom, and Mom was staring intently at my penis. I
masturbated faster and faster, until my hands were so sore, but I just couldn't finish, probably because I wasn't used to seeing her there. Later, I couldn't take it anymore, my hands
were too sore, so I had to stop and rest. My mother was surprised when I stopped and asked what was wrong. I
said probably thought it was funny and kept laughing.

At this time, I suddenly thought of playing the trumpet in the book A, so I told my mother to play the trumpet for me. Mom was a little surprised when she heard this. She
said she had heard people say it, but she had never done it. I asked my mother to do it, but she refused. I asked her if she felt dirty
, and she said she was embarrassed. As a mother, she felt embarrassed to hold her son's penis in her mouth and suck it.

So I settled for the next best thing and asked my mother to help me masturbate. Mom paused for a moment, nodded and said yes. I lay down,
and then my mother sat next to my waist, held my penis in her hand, and started stroking. It was so much better than masturbating by myself, much more comfortable
, though sometimes it hurt a little if the angle wasn't right. When it hurt, I told my mom,
and she gradually got into a better rhythm. It felt really good. My mom kept asking me if I was going too slow or too fast, and that I should tell her if I was. I told
her to slow down because I didn't want to ejaculate too quickly. So my mom slowed down, and I watched her quietly enjoying it. My mom
kept telling me that my penis was very big, but I didn't know what "big" meant, so I didn't answer. My mom asked me again if it
felt good, and I said it felt really good. It did feel very good, much better than masturbating by myself.

Gradually, I couldn't hold back anymore, and I asked my mom to go faster. So my mom sped up, moving up and down constantly, and
soon I ejaculated, and a lot of it. My mom's clothes and face got sprayed, and the hand she used to masturbate me
got it .

Mom took a tissue to wipe me off, then wiped herself off, and then got up to clean herself up in the bathroom. I lay in
bed, and I fell asleep before Mom came back.

Usually, we'd cuddle naked, and I'd rub my penis against her thighs or turn her over so she was lying on her stomach,
rubbing against her buttocks until I ejaculated. If she had her period, Mom would give me a handjob. Although I
always asked Mom to give me a blowjob when she had her period, she never agreed. However, I never gave Mom oral sex, even though I kissed almost every part of
her body. When Mom gets excited, she'll kiss me from head to toe, but she'll always skip my penis. My kissing with Mom has gradually
improved. At first, she kept her lips tightly closed, only letting me kiss her lips. But slowly, Mom opened up, and not only...
She opened her lips and taught me the French kiss, which involves putting your tongue into your partner's mouth. I loved kissing like that,
and whenever had a chance to be alone with my mom, I would always hug her and give her a long kiss.

So whenever it was just the two of us at home, I would quickly get intimate with my mom. Whether she
was cooking or mopping the floor, we could get intimate. We would even
get intimate when there were other people in the house and they weren't looking. My mom liked to masturbate me, not because she didn't like me ejaculating on her, but because she liked holding
my penis and feeling its thick, hot shaft.

Actually, it wasn't just me who released my sexual desire on my mom; sometimes she would also reach orgasm because of my kisses and caresses
. My mother loves it when I kiss her breasts and caress her genitals. Her genitals get wet very easily; sometimes even just a kiss
will make them wet. However, it's not the kind of wetness described in adult books, just a moist environment.
If it happens a few days before her period, and I kiss and caress her long enough, she'll have an orgasm. I've
asked her to have sex with me, but she won't. She'll only let my penis rub against her vulva. Several times I tried
to force myself on her, but she always stopped me. She also forbids me from ejaculating in or around her genitals; I
thought she probably thought it was dirty. Later, I finally understood why: she wasn't using contraception and was afraid of getting pregnant.

I asked my mom to give me a blowjob several times, but she always refused. I asked her what I would do for her to agree, and she always said we'd talk about it later.
God knows when "later" means. Finally, I decided to give her oral sex first. One night, after my mom took a shower and went to bed
, we did what we always did: we laughed and joked, playing around and taking off each other's clothes until we were naked. After we were naked, I
had my mom lie down and started caressing and kissing her. I kissed her all the way down her face, and she let out soft moans. After kissing
her lower abdomen, I spread her legs apart. By then, she was already wet. Without thinking, I started licking her
genitals. My first sensation was a salty, slippery feeling. At that time, I didn't know anything about labia majora and minora,
or clitoris; I just licked her entire genital area. My mother was startled by my sudden action, but then she started moaning.

Her moans were louder and more rapid than usual, and I knew she must be enjoying it, so I intensified my licking.
Soon after, my mother had an orgasm, and it was very intense; her whole body was trembling. After the orgasm, my mother just lay there motionless
, looking very tired. I took a piece of toilet paper and wiped her genitals; because there was so much vaginal fluid, her entire
genital area was smeared.

Since my mother wasn't moving, I could only lie beside her and wait for her to regain consciousness. After some time, my mother turned to look at me, and I looked at her too
. I asked Mom how it felt, and she blushed and nodded. Mom asked where I learned it, and I said I learned it from an adult book. Mom
then asked why I thought of giving her oral sex, and I said it would make her feel good. Mom was very touched and
hugged . I felt a little guilty because I had ulterior motives, but it was true that Mom felt good.

Seeing Mom like this, I was too embarrassed to bring up the oral sex, otherwise Mom would definitely think that I had ulterior motives and
that I only giving her oral sex to make her feel good. Mom hugged me and kissed me, and then reached down and took my penis in her hand and
started masturbating. Actually, I was really hoping Mom would give me a blowjob, but she didn't. She just kissed and cuddled, and my
good-for- brother got beaten until he ejaculated.

Later, I often gave Mom oral sex, but I never asked her to give me a blowjob, and she never offered.

5. Moving Up Another
Level The year I went from first to second year of junior high, we moved. Moving to a new house was a happy thing, of course, but I wasn't happy. The new house
had enough rooms, and Dad said I was grown up and would have my own room. This meant I couldn't sleep with Mom anymore. Mom
knew I was unhappy, but there was nothing she could do. There was no reason for a boy to be told this by his mother now that he was grown up, and Mom didn't know
how to tell Dad. I felt guilty and didn't dare tell Dad I wanted to sleep with Mom. So I slept in one room, Dad in another
, and Mom, my sister, and my younger sister shared a tatami room. From then on, I was less affectionate with Mom, but precisely
because this, our relationship grew stronger, almost like a romantic one.

Since I no longer slept with Mom at night, I masturbated more often, almost entirely relying on it to satisfy
my sexual needs. Because I had fewer opportunities to be alone, I cherished every moment of solitude. Mom knew I was sad and
felt sorry for me. Sometimes she would hug and kiss me when the family wasn't looking. During this period, my mom and I were intimate
less than . We usually took advantage of other people going to the market (friends living in the countryside should know, it's a bit like a night market, but not
every day, usually once a week) to quickly make love in my
room . I would abstain from sex for a day or two before each market visit, and then ejaculate several times during our intimacy.

During my second year of junior high winter break, I went to my maternal grandmother's house with my mom for a few days. Because there weren't enough rooms, my mom and I slept together.
The first night, after we entered the room, we locked the door and then hugged and kissed, like a couple who had been separated for a long time
. After the long kiss, my mom asked me if I was happy, and I nodded and said I was very happy. I was really happy because I
hadn't slept with my mom for almost half a year.

That night, we were very intimate. I ejaculated several times, and my mom had an orgasm. The last time, I was hard
for a long time but couldn't ejaculate, no matter how much my mom helped me. Finally, I asked my mom to give me a blowjob
, and she nodded. Then my mom held my penis in her mouth and gently sucked on it. It felt
so good to receive a blowjob for the first time, and I couldn't help but start thrusting in and out of my mom's mouth. My penis is quite long, and I could only insert
half of it ; any more and my mom would block it with her hand. I ejaculated very quickly, all of it into my mom's mouth, and she swallowed it all without spitting
it out.

After Mom spat out my penis, she cleaned the remaining semen from the glans with her tongue and said she was going to rinse it off. Since we were staying
in a suite, I showered with Mom. I helped Mom wash, and Mom helped me wash; we played in the bathroom for a long time before
coming out . That night was the sweetest night's sleep I'd had in six months. I slept with Mom in my arms, gently stroking her hair.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, although that phrase doesn't really apply to Mom and me, we both felt that way. I
slept exhausted for several nights, and Mom always blew me out. I asked Mom why she swallowed all the semen, and she said it was my
semen, so she dared to swallow it. I asked my mom why she was giving me a blowjob this time. She said she'd been willing to do it ever since I gave her
oral sex , but I hadn't asked for it again, so she was too embarrassed to offer to. My mom asked
if I liked it, and I said I really liked it and it felt great.

The night before I went home, I was intimate with my mother in bed as usual. Since I only agreed to do it after asking, I thought I
'd try asking again this time. So I asked her if I could penetrate her. She looked at me for a long time, holding my penis
and stroking it while watching me. I didn't know what she was thinking, but after a few minutes, her face suddenly turned very red, and
she lowered her head and nodded. I was both surprised and delighted. Having been rejected so many times, I was only
asking , and I didn't expect her to agree.

I immediately rolled over and pinned her down, spreading her legs, and then, with one hand holding my penis, tried to insert it into her vagina. Perhaps
the angle was wrong, or for some other reason, I just couldn't get it in. I kept pushing and pushing, but I still couldn't get it in. Mom had
her eyes closed , but after a few minutes, she opened them. I said I couldn't get it in, and Mom laughed and said, "Then
don't try." Of course I wanted to, so I spread Mom's legs wider and changed positions,
trying again in a kneeling position between her legs. This way I could see Mom's vulva, so I held my penis and tried to insert it.
This time it went in smoothly, feeling tight, warm, and so comfortable. I grabbed Mom's knees with both hands, spreading her
legs wide open to expose her entire genitals, making it even clearer. I started thrusting, watching Mom all the while
. Mom's eyes were closed, her brows furrowed; it was impossible to tell if she was comfortable or uncomfortable. I thrust in and out very quickly, and soon
I could

n't hold back any longer. I thrust and pulled with all my might, ejaculating very quickly. It felt like I was about to explode. After ejaculating, I collapsed onto Mom, and she hugged me, stroking my head. My penis wasn't pulled out; it was still
inside Mom's vagina. It felt warm and slippery. A few minutes later, Mom told me to get off; she needed to clean herself. After I got off,
Mom took some toilet paper and wiped my penis; it was completely wet, and there was still some semen on the glans. After wiping me, Mom wiped her
own genitals; her genitals were also very wet, and there was still white semen flowing from her vaginal opening.

After we finished cleaning up, we lay on the bed embracing. I asked Mom how it felt, if it was comfortable. Mom nodded and said it felt very good,
especially the feeling of fullness when I first entered her, and the sensation of me going in and out, which made her whole body go numb. Mom also said that she
hadn't had sex in a long time, and my penis was quite long, so it felt good but also a little painful.

I kissed Mom, and she put her tongue in my mouth for me to suck on, while simultaneously stroking my penis with her hand. I think Mom wanted to do it
again , because Mom knew that every time I sucked on her tongue, I would quickly get aroused again, so sometimes Mom
would deliberately tease me by putting her tongue in my mouth for me to suck on. My penis quickly became erect again, and I had sex with Mom again in the same
position . This time, I lasted longer, but Mom didn't reach orgasm. We did it
many times that night, until we were exhausted before going to sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night to pee, then went back to bed and had sex with Mom
again, spreading her legs apart.

I woke up late the next morning, but Mom woke up very early. We went home after lunch.

During these last few times we had sex, Mom didn't reach orgasm, which I think might be because my technique was too poor. But later, my
technique gradually improved, my stamina increased, and Mom started to have orgasms. My record so far is seven consecutive
orgasms. That was when I was in college, and we went to a hotel together. After that, Mom was completely limp and
motionless . I shook her and called her, but she didn't respond, which startled me. I thought something had happened to her. It wasn't until half an hour later that Mom had some
strength to speak. She said she couldn't move and asked me to sleep for a while. I thought Mom was just too tired.

Even now, Mom sometimes brings up those times we had sex at Grandma's house to laugh at me. Mom says that we did it so many times that night, but each time
it only lasted less than a minute. She said she was prematurely ejaculating at such a young age. But gradually, Mom laughed at me about it less and less because later on
, every time we had sex, Mom would beg for mercy. At that point, she would give me oral sex. If I continued, Mom
would collapse on the bed and be unable to move again. However, I still like to ejaculate inside my mom's vagina and watch the semen slowly flow
out. So whenever my mom is about to ejaculate and gives me oral sex, I pull my penis out when I'm close to climaxing,
then insert it back into her vagina and thrust quickly until I ejaculate.

Once I asked my mom why she was willing to have sex with me, and she said she needed it too, plus we were often intimate, which always left
her feeling unsatisfied. Besides, oral sex is different from intercourse, and every time she saw me ejaculate,
she wished it was inside her. I used to ask my mom to have sex, and she really wanted to, but she felt
that agreeing right away seemed a bit too much, and as for taking the initiative, that was out of the question. My mom said that if I had raped her violently back then,
she would never have blamed me, because it seemed like a good solution. The reason my mom thought about it for so
long before our first time was because she was calculating her safe period. Those few days happened to be quite safe, and my mom herself was also thinking about it, so she agreed
.

Actually, I'm a bit of a sadist because I really like to fuck my mom until her hair is disheveled, she's rolling around on the bed, and then she begs for mercy.
When we're on all fours, I pull my mom's hair from behind. Sometimes I like to make my mom kneel down and give me a blowjob, and then I watch my penis going in and out of my mom's mouth in the mirror on
the dressing table . While my mother was using the toilet, I once opened
the bathroom door (the kind with a coin-operated latch), pulled down my pants, held her head down, took out my penis, and shoved
it into her mouth, thrusting until I ejaculated. My mother said she must have owed me in her past life.

My mother can be lewd sometimes, teasing me when she's aroused. She especially likes me sucking her nipples. Sometimes, while watching
TV , she'll suddenly unbutton her shirt and bra, thrusting her breasts into my mouth. My mother also loves kissing;
any occasion, any time, as long as we're alone, she'll have a long kiss whenever she feels like it. My mother's tongue is very skillful, always darting into my
mouth and entwining with mine. I'm never that passionate when I kiss my girlfriend.

I've learned a lot from talking to my mother. My mom knew about my masturbation back when I was in sixth grade. Sometimes I
was too lazy to go to the bathroom, so I would just lie in bed and masturbate gently. I always thought my mom was asleep and didn't know, but sometimes she wasn't asleep
at all . The first time my mom found out about my masturbation was when the bed shook and woke her up. She opened her eyes and saw me
moving around, one hand still holding my penis and stroking it. That's when she knew. But my mom remained silent and pretended not to
know . In fact, she didn't know what to do either. She couldn't exactly tell me that excessive masturbation was bad for my health. I always thought my mom
didn't know because I would always be gentle when masturbating in bed, but even with the gentlest movements, the bed would still shake.

Ever since my mom found out I started masturbating, she would peek at me every night whenever she felt the bed shaking. Lost in
the pleasure of masturbation, I was completely unaware of the audience; I just kept shooting with abandon. Ejaculation was a bit more troublesome.
Sometimes, if I don't have time to cover myself with toilet paper before ejaculating, it sprays everywhere. Sometimes it even gets on Mom's clothes and face
, so the cleanup is awful—I have to clean up the semen everywhere. Especially on Mom's face, I have to be very careful
to wipe it off so as not to wake her. In fact, Mom is mostly awake, and even if she gets semen on her face, there's nothing she can do; she
just pretends to be asleep.

Mom has seen the pornographic book I secretly brought home, and she said she didn't feel anything reading it. Mom knows I'm peeking at her body, but
she doesn't deliberately avoid it. Mom says she actually quite wants me to see her body, but she doesn't know why
. However, Mom won't deliberately expose herself to me; she's shy. My mother knew that I would secretly look at her
genitals . She wanted me to see too, but she didn't dare to be so direct. Until one day, my mother deliberately slept without underwear, and when I
saw her, I couldn't help but touch her. I told my mother that she was the one who seduced me. My mother laughed and said that it was my fault for being so lewd and
letting her get her way so easily.

Of course, my mother didn't intentionally seduce me. She didn't know why she did it. She just wanted to be
close to her son.

6. Memories
of the most memorable times I had sex with my mother over the years.

(1)
The most memorable time was the first time I had sex at my grandmother's house. This doesn't count.

Because after we moved to a new house, my mother slept in the tatami room with my sister and younger sister, so I could only play by myself at night. Once, during my first year of high school
, I was hiding in my room, reading porn at my desk while masturbating, completely absorbed in it. Suddenly, the door opened, and I
jumped in fright, quickly putting the porn away. But it was too late to pull up my pants. I thought, "This
is embarrassing!" I turned around and, thankfully, it was my mom. Because it was late, my mom saw that my room light was still on and assumed I was still studying. So she made me a cup
of milk for a late-night snack. But when she opened the door, she saw her son standing naked, looking panicked
.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw it was my mom. I didn't bother pulling up my pants anymore and quietly called for her to come in quickly and lock the door. After Mom
came into the room, she put the glass of milk on the desk, sat on the edge of the bed (the bed was next to the desk), and immediately asked me what I was doing.
I smiled and took out my book to show her. Mom flipped through the book, then looked at me and said she thought I was still
studying so late. I said yes, I was studying my book and masturbating at the same time.

Mom laughed, looking at my penis, which had gone limp from fright, and said I wanted it. I said I hadn't had
a chance , so I had to take care of it myself. Mom patted my head tenderly and said she would give me a blowjob, then told me to
go to sleep early. After saying that, Mom knelt down, took my penis into her mouth, and started giving me a blowjob, moving in and out.
Soon my penis started throbbing again, proud and erect. I held my mother's head and rocked it up and down, my entire
penis covered in her saliva. My mother's blowjob felt good, but I wanted to have sex with her.

I pulled my mother up and started to take off her clothes. But my mother wouldn't let me, saying it would be easy to be discovered. I knew my mother
's concerns, but I really wanted to. So I told my mother not to take off her clothes, just take off her underwear and lift her skirt
, while I wore shorts, but pulled the front down to my penis. Then we stood by the desk, my mother facing the desk, leaning over it
, and I penetrated her from behind, so that if anyone was around, we could quickly put our clothes back on.

Mom was still hesitant, but after I touched and rubbed her all over, and she begged me, she finally agreed.
I immediately took off her underwear and touched her genitals; they were still dry. So I had her sit on the desk
, leaning back with her hands on the table. I spread her legs and licked her genitals first. Mom didn't dare make a sound,
but her breathing became heavier. After her genitals were wet enough, I had her stand facing the table, leaning forward. I pulled down
my pants, pulled her skirt up to her waist, then spread her buttocks with one hand to expose her vulva, and with the other hand, I held
my penis and inserted it into her vagina. However, Mom's vagina didn't seem wet enough, and she frowned and groaned. I also felt it
was a bit dry, so I didn't insert it all the way in, only halfway, and then slowly began to thrust in and out.

Gradually, Mom's vaginal fluid increased, making the thrusting smoother, and I began to insert it all the way in. At this point, Mom's breathing became louder, but she
still dared not make a sound. I started to speed up, gripping Mom's waist with both hands and thrusting forcefully. Mom's head
swayed back and forth and side to side as I fucked her, and her vaginal fluid flowed down her thighs. Not long after, Mom trembled and came. I inserted
my penis all the way into Mom's vagina and then stopped. After catching her breath, Mom said she couldn't go on, her legs were weak and she could barely stand
.

So we had to change positions. I thought for a moment and suggested the bed, but Mom said no, she was still scared. I
wanted Mom to lie on the table with her legs off the ground, and I would stand between her legs and have sex with her. But I thought the old desk might collapse under the weight
. So I had no choice but to let Mom give me a blowjob first, which also gave me a chance to rest. In the same position as before, I sat
on the chair, and Mom knelt between my legs, taking my wet penis into her mouth.

Actually, Mom's blowjob technique was quite good, but I just wanted to fuck her. After Mom gave me a blowjob for a while, I pulled her
up and did it to her in the same position until she climaxed. We alternated between blowjobs and vaginal penetration.
After a few times, Mom was exhausted, and I was tired too. But with this intermittent fucking, I couldn't ejaculate; I was still
hard . Mom asked what to do, why I couldn't ejaculate. She said she really had no strength left, please have mercy on her.

With no other choice, I dragged Mom onto the bed, pinned her down, and forced my penis inside her, then started thrusting hard, trying
to ejaculate all at once. I fucked her as fast as I could, and Mom kept moaning. I knew Mom was having
a hard time with me, but I just wanted to finish quickly, and seeing her like that gave me a sadistic pleasure. I ejaculated soon after
.

After ejaculating, Mom seemed exhausted and didn't move at all. I used toilet paper to
wipe , then helped her put on her underwear and straightened her skirt. Mom still didn't move, so I had to let her lie down on the bed to rest.
I was also very tired, so I fell asleep on the table. I don't know how long I slept, but Mom shook me awake and told me to
drink the glass of milk. Mom watched me drink the milk, hugged my head and kissed me, asking if I was tired. I said I was very tired. Mom told
me to go to bed, and after I got into bed, Mom covered me with the blanket, turned off the light, and left. Then I fell asleep very quickly
.
This was the most tiring time I had sex with my mom. She said her legs were sore from exhaustion. But it was very exciting to do it secretly. However,
my mom she would never do it again because it was too nerve-wracking and even the pleasure of orgasm was diminished.

(2).
This one is a little less clean.

One Sunday, after lunch, I took a nap. When I woke up,
I went to the living room and found no one there. I needed to pee, so I went to the bathroom to relieve myself. When I got there, I found someone inside. I asked who it was, and my mom said it was her. I
asked my mom where the others were, and she said they had just gone to my grandma's house for a wedding banquet. I figured the banquet would end around
7 or 8 pm, and they would be back even later by bus. This was a perfect opportunity to spend the whole afternoon with my mom
.

So I knocked on the bathroom door and asked my mom to let me in. She said she was taking a dump and wouldn't open the door. I didn't care, grabbed a coin,
opened , and went in. As soon as I entered, I saw Mom sitting on the toilet, naked from the waist down, her shorts and underwear pulled up
to her knees. I think Mom probably didn't expect me to barge in while she was taking a dump, hence her bewildered
expression. I closed the door, walked to the toilet, and squatted down in front of Mom. Mom stared wide-eyed, looking completely confused, and asked me why I was in there while she was
pooping . I laughed and said I came in to watch Mom poop.

Mom's face turned bright red; she was probably embarrassed because it was the first time someone had watched her while she was pooping. Mom told me not to be so
boring and to get out of there. I thought Mom looked so cute, so I stood up, took off my clothes, straddled
Mom's lap, and hugged her in my arms. Mom seemed both amused and exasperated by my antics, looking quite embarrassed. She was still
on the toilet , and her son was sitting on her lap; she didn't know what to do.

I started taking off her shirt, and she struggled, telling me to stop. I said I was serious, and despite her struggles
, I took off her shirt and bra. Now she was completely naked from the knees up. I hugged her
and wanted her to kiss my nipples. She resisted, struggling and telling me to leave. Of course, I refused, so I stood up,
grabbed my penis, and started masturbating in front of her. She frowned, telling me to stop and leave. I said everyone else
wouldn't be back until late, and we had plenty of time to play. Then I slapped my erection against my mother's face. She said she was angry and
seemed upset. I thought she was just trying to scare me, so I ignored her and tried to shove my penis into her mouth.

Unexpectedly, she pushed me away forcefully and angrily told me to get out immediately. I
was startled ; I hadn't expected her to be angry. I looked at her, hoping to see in her eyes that she was faking it, but she just
yelled at me to get out. I was caught off guard; I hadn't expected her to be really angry. I said
sorry , picked up my clothes from the floor, and left.

After getting dressed, I sat in the living room. I originally wanted to go back to my room to hide, but I thought I'd
apologize to her again after she came out. A short while later, Mom came out and saw me sitting in the living room. She came over and sat down next to me. I
wasn't afraid of being scolded, but I thought the joke had gone too far, and Mom must be very upset. I lowered my head and apologized to
Mom. She said it was okay, but my behavior just now made her feel like I was humiliating her. Mom said she liked
being intimate with me, but she still had her dignity. Just now, I made her feel like she was a lowly prostitute. Of

course, I didn't think that way. I was just teasing Mom, and although it went too far, I really didn't mean any disrespect. I
kept explaining to Mom, but she just listened with her head down, without saying anything. I talked for a long time, and finally Mom said not to do it again
, and then went back to her room. I sat alone in the living room, feeling terrified. I was worried that my mother would stop talking to me
and revert to a normal mother-son relationship, no longer showing me any affection.

After sitting for a while, I decided to check on my mother's room. I went to her room, and since the door was open, I went straight in.
Inside, I saw my mother standing by the window. I went to her side and found her crying. I took her hand and shook it. My
mother glanced at me and told me to leave and not disturb her.

For the next few months, my mother acted the same on the surface, but privately she stopped talking to me. Sometimes I couldn't help but hug and
kiss her, but she would push me away, saying that I shouldn't do that anymore, that a mother is a mother, and a son is a son, and I shouldn't
overstep my bounds. I thought, "That's it. From now on, I'll have to maintain a normal relationship with my mom and can't be intimate with her anymore."

I was sad for a long time because of this. I thought I had really gone too far. Otherwise, my mom loves me very much and has always
indulged . She should have gotten over it soon. I lost a lot of weight during that time. It wasn't a hunger strike; I genuinely had no appetite.
Not only could I not eat, but I also lost my sex drive, so I rarely masturbated anymore. As a result, I started having nocturnal emissions
. I almost never had nocturnal emissions after I started masturbating. During this period, I couldn't even hold my hand, let alone be intimate with my mom. Sometimes when it was just my mom and me
at home , I really wanted to be intimate with her like we used to be, but she always had a cold, indifferent face
. Gradually, I gave up, thinking that this would probably be how things would be from now on.

7. Sibling Affair
My sister graduated from vocational high school and went straight into the workforce without further education, getting married

in her early twenties. One time, I came home and there was no one there. I went back to my room, took off my clothes, and went to the bathroom to shower. After
showering , I wanted to cool off, and since no one was home, I took a roll of porn and went to the living room to watch it, wearing only my underwear. I liked to
masturbate while watching porn, so I pulled down my underwear, took out my penis, and started masturbating.

I was watching and masturbating, and just as I was about to finish the roll and ejaculate, suddenly someone behind me called my name in a surprised tone
. I was startled and quickly looked back. My sister was standing right behind me. Oh no, she was home. She looked incredulous
and said, "How could you do this in the living room?" I hurriedly tried to stuff my penis into my underwear,
but it was still a bit hard and I couldn't get it in. I didn't care anymore, took out the porn, and went back to my room with my head down.

Back in my room, I felt incredibly embarrassed, unlucky, and careless. Just because no one was in the living room didn't mean no one was home; she could have been in
my room. But I figured my sister wouldn't be too bothered. She's married; she probably wouldn't be too surprised by this
, except for the location. But it was really embarrassing; she probably saw everything I was doing.
When I was little, I only saw a tiny bit of her, but now she saw everything. I felt like I'd really lost out.

I didn't know what my sister would think, but since I hadn't even left the room yet, I decided to lie down and take a nap. Just as I was about
to fall asleep , I heard my sister calling me. I quickly answered, and then she told me to go out for some mung bean soup. I felt a little embarrassed, but
I still put on my shorts and went out. When I got to the living room, my sister had already put a pot of chilled mung bean soup and bowls on the table. I
sat down, and she served me a bowl. To ease the awkward atmosphere, I quickly started chatting with my sister about random things. I
asked her why she came home, and she said she had argued with her husband and came back. I asked her how long she had been back, and she said a day
.

We chatted about other things, and I finished two nights of mung bean soup. I wanted to go back to my room to sleep, but then my sister suddenly said...
I was shocked to learn that I was watching those kinds of videos at home in broad daylight. I thought it was over, but my sister brought it up again
. Embarrassed, I said I thought no one was home. Then she blurted out something really funny: "Am I even human?" I
laughed, still feeling incredibly awkward. She then asked where I got the videos, and I said I bought them. She said, "How can you even
buy that kind of thing?" I found it hilarious; it's not hard to buy those kinds of things. Then she asked if I was
masturbating I thought to myself, "She obviously knows the answer. We've been married for two or three years, and she's still pretending not to know." I nodded, feigning
innocence. She then asked if I had a girlfriend, and I said no. Finally, she said that doing that kind of thing is bad for your health
and I should do it as little as possible to avoid damaging my body. I think my sister needs a sex education overhaul. Then I said I wanted to sleep, and my sister
hummed in agreement, so I went back to my room to continue sleeping.

I slept until dinner time, and then, half-asleep, someone called me again.
I thought, "Is it going to be mung bean soup again? I already had that." It was my sister again, but this time she was calling me for dinner. I feel like every time I'm called, it's to eat something. I turn into a pig
when I get home , haha, I've gotten so fat from eating so much!

After dinner, the whole family ate fruit and chatted, and the topic turned out to be whether my sister should divorce her husband. I was very
surprised . My mother said I was studying in another city, so she didn't know. But my younger sister was also studying in another city, and she knew very well
about these things. Perhaps women are more knowledgeable about these kinds of things. My parents seemed to disagree, but my sister wholeheartedly agreed, while I was completely baffled
. The final conclusion is that there is no conclusion; we'll continue the discussion next time.

That night, just as I was getting ready for bed (I was acting like a pig), my sister knocked and came in. This time, thankfully, I hadn't taken off my clothes yet, because
I usually sleep naked. My sister, wearing her pajamas, said she wanted to talk to me. I was startled; was the afternoon's topic going to
continue ? Thankfully, she wanted to talk about her marriage and wanted to hear my opinion. So, we sat on
the bed and started chatting. My sister told me the whole story. From her husband's immaturity and lack
of responsibility short temper and idleness. I listened, dumbfounded, my mind filled with questions.

Finally, my sister got more and more carried away, even telling me about her husband's impotence. She said his penis was very short and he ejaculated prematurely.
He couldn't perform after only a few years of marriage. I felt incredibly embarrassed, wondering why she was telling me this. Finally, she finished and
asked for my opinion. What opinion? I was completely confused, and the last part
had left me speechless. I shook my head, saying I didn't know

, but I noticed her eyes were wet. I didn't know what to do; I'm most afraid of women crying, and I didn't know how to
comfort her. I thought she must be thirsty after talking so much and shedding some tears, so I
poured her a glass of water. After drinking it, she felt a little better. Later, she asked me to lie down with her, and I agreed. So we lay in bed
together and continued chatting. I thought my sister was going to continue talking about her married life, but to my surprise, she brought up what happened that afternoon
. I was startled again, thinking I shouldn't have poured her water.
My sister asked if she had ever done "that kind of thing" since she didn't have a girlfriend. Of course, I knew what she meant, but I
still pretended to be innocent.
Then she said, "Come on, you've watched those kinds of movies, why are you pretending?" I shook my head awkwardly; I couldn't possibly tell my sister about my relationship with Mom. Then she immediately blurted out that I was lying. I thought, what evidence does she have that I'm lying? She's
probably just trying to bluff me. But then she said something that almost made my heart stop: she said Mom had told her everything. I was almost completely exhausted when I
heard this. How could Mom have told my sister? This is outrageous! Does anyone else know?

My mind went blank for several minutes, during which time my sister kept asking if it was true. Sigh, if she already knows, why ask? I
nodded weakly. Then my sister wanted me to tell her what happened. I said, "Didn't Mom tell you?" My sister said, "Mom only told me a
little bit." I thought to myself, "Mom really knows how to calculate; she even left some for me to tell." I didn't really want to tell her, but my sister insisted.
I felt like a thief caught red-handed, completely at her mercy. So I told her the whole story, and my sister kept
pressing me for details when I missed something.

I felt a bit pressured, so I started by telling her about how I used to peep at my sister's genitals when I was little. My sister was
stunned for a long time, then said, "How could you be so lewd at such a young age? No wonder you'd do it with your own mother when you grew up." I ignored her
and continued , from sleeping with my mother to touching her body, to embracing her naked, to having sex with her, to
her turning against me. I talked for a long time, and this time it was my sister's turn to be dumbfounded.

After I finished, she seemed a little dazed. After a while, she asked me if I would still want to do it with my mother again. I said yes,
but my mother wouldn't allow it. My sister said, "Mom is over forty. If she hadn't been relatively young back then, would I still want to?" I said I still wanted to,
and I didn't have any other women to sleep with. Later, I asked my sister why Mom told her this, and if anyone else knew
. Then my sister told me something that made my heart stop. It turned out she didn't know anything; she was just guessing. I thought that
was impossible ; even the best guess wouldn't lead to the assumption that her son had a relationship with her mother. Later, my sister said that a long time ago
, when they still lived in the old house, she had seen Mom and me naked and embracing in the room. She was shocked at the time but didn't dare say anything
. She forgot about it over time, until today when she saw me watching porn and masturbating, and then she remembered and asked me tentatively.
Actually, the question my sister asked was out of guilt. She only said that Mom had told her, but didn't say what Mom had said. Maybe
Mom said I had a girlfriend and had a relationship with someone. As a result, I inadvertently confessed everything.

There was a moment of silence between us, and the more I thought about it, the more resentful I became. I rolled over and started tickling my sister's armpits, and we started
wrestling . Ultimately, I was young and impulsive; I couldn't resist the urge to touch a woman's body. The more we wrestled, the more I thought my sister
was quite attractive, so I pinned her down and kissed her. My sister pushed me away, laughing, and said, "You want me too?" I said, "
Yes, right now." Then I ripped open the collar of my sister's nightgown—oh my god

, she wasn't wearing anything underneath. My lust was aroused, and I spread her entire nightgown open
. She didn't resist, and I thought, "If she doesn't resist, she'll be my wife tonight." I stripped my sister naked, then stripped myself naked too, and, holding my penis, thrust it into her vagina.
I couldn't insert it
feltbecause was wet enough, I tried to insert it. This time it was easier.

I guess I hadn't had vaginal penetration in a long time, because I ejaculated in less than five minutes. After ejaculating, I got up and sat next to my sister. She looked at
me and said I was her second man, the second man she had sex with. She closed her eyes after saying that. I looked at her
for a while, and my lust returned, so I pressed down on her and did it a second time. This time I was back to normal, and I penetrated for almost an hour.
I didn't come out until a little while later. My sister still didn't resist and let me do whatever I wanted. I tried several positions, and she went with me, except for soft
moans. After the second ejaculation, she lay motionless on the bed, but I think this time she was truly paralyzed
.

After resting for a while, she managed to get up, put on her clothes, and go back to her room. I watched her leave, wondering what was going on, why I
was having sex with my own family.

The next morning, I slept until my sister woke me up, and only then did I realize how late it was. After washing up, I went to the living
room . When she saw me, she told me to hurry up and eat breakfast, and then she went to the dining room to bring me breakfast. It was such a lavish breakfast,
nothing like the breakfasts I usually eat. I glanced at my sister, and just as I was about to ask why, she spoke first. My sister said I needed to
eat something to replenish my energy, otherwise, being too exhausted wouldn't be good for my health. I wondered if she was referring to last night,
so I went behind her to test the waters and pinched her butt, asking if she was worried I was too tired last night. She rolled her eyes at me
, brushed my hand away, told me to eat quickly, and then continued tidying the living room. I thought the answer was definitely yes.

When it was time to go to bed that night, I lay in bed wondering if my sister would come over. If she didn't come, then we'd have to
eat at the buffet. I couldn't go to her room because Mom, my sister, and my younger sister slept together. I waited for a long time, almost falling asleep
, but my sister still hadn't come. I couldn't wait any longer, so I got up and went to the living room to check. When I got there, I found Mom sitting in the living room, seemingly lost in
thought . I went over and sat down next to her. She asked if I couldn't sleep either, just like her. Actually, I was very sleepy, but I
still said I couldn't sleep. Mom held my hand and laughed, saying, "How can someone so young not be able to sleep?" I jokingly said I couldn't
sleep because Mom wasn't with me. I immediately regretted the words. Years ago, such a comment might have been
playful banter , but now it felt incredibly flippant. I thought Mom would probably be angry again.

But unexpectedly, Mom wasn't angry at all; she even laughed and said, "Can't you handle it yourself?" I was stunned.
Mom wasn't angry with me anymore? But after so many years, Mom had always maintained a normal mother-son relationship with me.
Why was she talking like this now? Had Mom stopped being angry with me? Had she lifted the taboo? I thought to myself that if that were really the case, I had
to seize the opportunity to break down Mom's defenses. What if Mom was just having a temporary change of heart, and I missed this chance? Who
knew when the next opportunity would come?

So I put my arms around Mom's waist, kissed her cheek, and said I wanted to sleep with her. Mom laughed and said she was so old and still
had interests . I said of course, and all I ever thought about was being with Mom. Mom said I hadn't changed,
I was still the same. I ignored what Mom said about me; it didn't matter. I whispered in Mom's ear that we should chat in my
room , and Mom glanced at me with the whites of her eyes but didn't answer. Seeing that I couldn't miss this opportunity, I forcefully pulled Mom into my room.

After locking the door, I immediately hugged Mom and kissed her passionately. Mom looked a little shy and kept trying to avoid me. My hands began to roam,
taking off Mom's clothes one by one. Mom readily let me undress her, unlike before when she was afraid of being seen by others. Soon
Mom was completely naked. I helped her to the bed and laid her down, then I took off my own clothes and got into bed. The
first was to kiss Mom all over her body, and then give her oral sex. Perhaps it had been too long since she had done it, Mom's reaction was quite intense;
her whole body was trembling, but she held back from making a sound, though I could tell from her nasal tone that she was very excited. While giving Mom oral sex, I
moved my lower body towards Mom's head, bringing my penis right in front of her eyes. Mom automatically grasped my penis and
put it in her mouth.

It had been so long since I had received oral sex; it felt so good. I couldn't hold back for long. I rolled over, spread Mom's legs, and thrust inside her
. Like old lovers reunited after a long time, I frantically thrust and pumped, and Mom moaned repeatedly. This time, I didn't last
long before ejaculating. After ejaculating, I lay on top of Mom and hugged her. Mom kept kissing me, just like before.

After lingering for a while, I got up to let Mom catch her breath. Mom was afraid someone would come in, so she put her clothes back on, and then we
sat on the bed together and chatted. Mom asked me if I was angry with her for not being intimate with me for the past few years. I said no,
but I missed her a lot. Mom hugged me and talked for a long time, sharing her feelings. Actually, Mom also missed me, but she just couldn't find a way to express
it. My mother asked me again if she had aged a lot. She was over forty then, and she had indeed aged. I didn't say anything . My
mother said she knew she was getting old and her looks had faded, and she had originally thought that even if she wanted me, I probably wouldn't be interested anymore. My mother was older than before
, but she could still excite me. I kissed my mother and whispered in her ear that I wanted more. My mother
laughed happily, told me to lie down, and then she started kissing my whole body, from head to neck to chest, finally stopping at my penis
and sucking on it.

Then my mother took off her pants, straddled me, and started doing it in a woman-on-top position. I was so surprised
because my mother had always been very passive and shy. I sat on her and rocked up and down,
pulling open to expose her breasts. Her exposed breasts swayed up and down with the movements, incredibly sexy. Afraid Mom was getting too tired, I also
moved up and down.

Soon Mom reached her climax, collapsing onto me, panting. I flipped Mom over and vigorously fucked her pussy in my favorite
doggy style , then switched to doggy-style. We tried many different positions, until finally both of
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