Taking advantage of the situation, I had sex with my mother.

I happened to see a news story about a drunk mother who mistakenly went to her son's room to sleep. Later, her son, who was in middle school, lay naked on top of her. Most people would probably think this is absurd, but to be honest, I've done it myself, except... I went straight for my mother that time.
Like most boys, I was most impulsive during my teenage years in junior high school. I did many things without thinking or considering the consequences, which is why I was so "daring" in my mindset.
The incident happened at my cousin's wedding. My father was unable to accompany my mother at the last minute, so she took me with her. Since the banquet was in the evening, relatives like us from other counties and cities who didn't want to rush around too much, we found a hotel to stay in for the night.
Although my cousin is my second uncle's eldest daughter, she has a very close relationship with my mother, like friends despite their age difference. So her happy occasion made my mother very happy. She even changed into a little dress. It was also rare to see my mother, who usually doesn't drink alcohol, having a good time and being in a high mood.
But I got bored. At that age, I didn't really want to go out with my parents, let alone a family gathering like this. I originally wanted to go back to the hotel by myself after I finished eating, but my mother wouldn't allow it. In the end, she let me go because she was busy chatting with her sisters.
I guess the red envelopes I gave out were quite large, so I stayed in a cheap hotel, an old little inn. But at least I could watch TV to pass the time. When I turned it on, I found that only a few channels were working properly; the rest were all pornographic. I guess the income of small inns like this in this area comes from the men and women who come here for trysts.
I had a habit of watching porn since junior high school. Since my mother hadn't come home yet, I turned up the TV volume because it was a rare opportunity to watch a silent film without having to "sneak" around. The mature women on screen, with their passionate and seductive moans, immediately aroused me. But all I could do was masturbate, so I simply pulled out my penis and started stroking it in rhythm with the lewd moans. It felt incredibly immersive, like I was having sex with an actress. Just as my penis was getting so itchy and swollen that I was about to ejaculate, I suddenly heard the sound of a lock being opened. In that moment of panic, I only had time to pull my pants back up before I could turn off the TV. That's how my mother caught me watching porn in a hotel room.
Although Mom staggered in, needing to lean against the wall to enter, clearly drunk, she still gave me a severe scolding. I was so scared my penis went limp. After the TV was turned off, I could only grope my way to the shower. This feeling of being on the verge of ejaculation but unable to do so not only made me feel uncomfortable all over, but also kept my penis in an extremely sensitive state, getting erect at the slightest touch.
When I came out of the bathroom, I saw my mother asleep on the bed. I called her several times but she didn't respond. It seemed that the alcohol was working. I took the opportunity to continue watching the silent porn, but my mother would occasionally turn over, which startled me several times and made me turn off the TV. I couldn't concentrate on the scene at all, and in the end, I couldn't get excited anymore, so I stopped watching.
Before going to bed, I glanced at the remaining space in the double bed and wondered where I could sleep. I noticed that my mother's sleeping posture was a bit off. She was lying on her side with one long leg pressed against the quilt, revealing her white underwear. What surprised me even more was that my mother was wearing flesh-colored fishnet stockings that only reached her thighs. It was the first time I had ever seen someone wearing sexy stockings in front of me. At that age, I was easily aroused, and this excited me immensely. Moreover, the skirt of my mother's dress that day was long, so most of the time only a small part of her legs was visible. And her skin was very fair. If you didn't deliberately look closely at her feet, you would never have noticed her cleverly concealed beauty.
Previously, the actresses in porn movies only wore similar sexy fishnet stockings, which aroused my desire to have sex with them. Now, my mother in front of me is constantly exuding that kind of temptation. My self-control was completely gone, and my penis became hard against my mother. If it weren't for the fact that she is my biological mother, I wouldn't have stood there for more than an hour struggling with this internal conflict. In the end, the bond between mother and son was defeated by the logic of a chuunibyou kid. I kept telling myself, "It shouldn't be a big deal if I only do it once," to rationalize my upcoming actions.
I was still afraid of doing something wrong, so I only left a small nightlight on. We both lay on our sides, and I pressed myself against my mother's back. I reached out and slipped my fingers into the U-neck of her dress above her collarbone, then slowly slid them into her bra. I spread my hands and grabbed my mother's soft, plump breasts, kneading them with trembling hands. My hands weren't big at the time, so I couldn't fully grasp my mother's breasts, but that only excited me more.
When I pinched and touched her nipples, I felt them gradually become bouncy, and finally they felt like soft candy when I pinched them. If I flicked them slightly to the side, they would immediately spring back. Although I would occasionally touch her breasts unintentionally during very few physical contacts, I never thought that playing with my mother's breasts with such lewd thoughts would happen.
Because I was too emotional, I didn't pay attention to controlling my strength and squeezed too hard. As a result, my mother started to move. I was completely at a loss, so my hands were still holding my mother's breasts and I didn't dare to move. I didn't expect that she just turned her face to the side and buried her face in the pillow, as if she didn't want to be disturbed. At the same time, she said indistinctly, "Zhengguo... I'm already dizzy and uncomfortable... and you're still messing around..." I can't forget this sentence now because my mother said my father's name.
My mother's delirious misjudgment emboldened me to take the plunge, fearing it might be a sign that she was about to regain her senses. So I gave up the chance to caress and play with her beautiful legs in stockings. I covered her face even more tightly with a thin blanket, then lifted the hem of her dress, revealing her peach-like buttocks. Next, I used my knee to push between her thighs, then slowly spread her legs upwards. When her legs were in a V-shape, I took the opportunity to pull aside the panties covering her private parts.
After greedily scraping and digging with my fingers to smear the slippery, lustful fluid inside my mother's vagina onto the tender, spindle-shaped opening, the intense, unbearable urge I felt was driving me crazy. In an instant, I couldn't wait to thrust my throbbing erection into my mother's vagina. I never imagined that my first time would be with my own mother. I wonder if my mother sensed it silently. The moment I penetrated her, she let out a "hmm..." This sound was like the starting gun for me. I began to lose my mind, twisting my waist and thrusting my hips with all my might, while my mother, who was unconscious, was now completely lost.
That night, although I really wanted to make love more passionately, I wasn't as tall as I am now. Compared to my mother, I was shorter. So, with my hands around her waist and lower abdomen, I didn't have the energy to do anything else while thrusting against her buttocks. It was just like a little boy pressing against the buttocks of a mature woman lying on her side and thrusting forward against her buttocks repeatedly.
It was quite smooth for my mother's flesh to go in and out. I guess it was because mature women are easily stimulated and produce vaginal fluid. At that time, my penis couldn't fully fill my mother's experienced vaginal canal. However, I think the length was enough to touch my mother's uterus, because every time I reached the very end, I could feel my mother's belly contract slightly from her slightly fleshy lower abdomen. Moreover, the only time my mother let out a few gasps was when I penetrated to the very end.
Because it was incest and my first time having sex, it left a deep impression on me. But I couldn't control the constant waves of pleasure that kept washing over me, so I couldn't last long. Plus, having to use my knees to spread my mother's legs made the movements awkward. Seeing my mother's heels, clad in flesh-colored fishnet stockings, swaying in the air in time with the rhythm of my thrusts, was a far cry from the thrill of watching porn. The amount of semen that my mother had interrupted earlier, which I couldn't ejaculate, was now being shot into her body as if in revenge. I never imagined that the beginning and end of this incestuous affair were both because of my mother's hot legs that day.
For a fleeting moment, I wished my mother were conscious, and I longed to see her reaction when I ejaculated inside her. Growing up, I realized I had this conquering desire at that age. But as my pungent semen filled her body, my heightened emotions gradually subsided. However, my thoughts weren't entirely clear at the time; I only wiped away the traces of her vaginal fluid that had seeped from her buttocks, forgetting about the seed I had planted inside her. I simply pulled her underwear back down, and then, exhausted, lay down and fell asleep.
The next day, we were woken up by a phone call around noon to check out. My mother had been up for a while but still looked haggard. She covered her head with her hand and asked me the first thing she asked, "Where is your dad?" I thought she was probably still hungover. But when she heard me explain that only my son and I had attended the wedding banquet, she suddenly froze as if struck by lightning, staring at me with wide eyes.
For the next few minutes, my mother just stared at me without saying a word, and the atmosphere in the room became strange. Finally, the hotel made a second call to break the silence. My mother told them that she needed more time. As soon as the call ended, she quickly got up and walked into the bathroom. I could tell from the sound of the water that she was taking a shower.
From the moment she left the bathroom until she got into the car on the way back, my mother's face was very pale, or rather, somewhat somber. She didn't say a word, and even when I deliberately tried to start a conversation with her, I could tell that she didn't intend to reply to a single word. In fact, I knew very well that my mother was sulking, because when I went to the bathroom before checking out, I saw that the trash can in the toilet had suddenly become much fuller with a lot of toilet paper that had been wiped with white and transparent sticky fluid. Judging from this, I was sure that my mother had something to hide.
We didn't go straight home. Later, I followed my mother to a temple that was a bit far from home. I watched her pray for a long time. When we came out, I was still ignored. She walked very fast and didn't seem to be waiting for me. I was able to catch up later when I saw my mother go into a pharmacy. At the time, I naively thought that my mother was deliberately going to buy something to wait for me. It wasn't until I got older that I realized why my mother went to such a "far away" and "unfamiliar" pharmacy to "buy medicine".
For a while afterward, my son and I were like we both had something to hide. Although we would start talking, the content of our conversations was very superficial. For example, it was not much different from nodding and greeting each other. Before the incident, my mother would talk to me earnestly and we could talk endlessly. I would even find her annoying. But later, the conversation would cool down after a few sentences, and I felt that she would not want to continue the conversation.
I know my mother still harbors resentment towards me. It seems she doesn't intend to confront me about the incestuous incident that night. I guess she knows the truth but is afraid to face it, and she has regretted it for a long time. But since my mother has chosen to let this matter remain hidden in our hearts over time, we've also tacitly agreed not to be foolish enough to bring it up.
I originally thought that my relationship with my mother would probably remain awkward like this for the rest of my life. But after I didn't live at home from high school to college, and after nearly seven years of being apart from my family, my mother's attitude towards me gradually became more natural. I can only say that time really can make even the most important things fade away.
Although my mother now looks a bit like a taller and thinner Li Jizhu, she still maintains a pretty good figure. She was only 38 years old when we had our incestuous relationship, and she was quite daring in her clothing choices, but perhaps afraid of upsetting me, she almost always wore tight-fitting clothes after that. However, as long as the fabric was soft, it would still betray the soft and full-figured curves of my mother's mature woman.
I have to admit that after the incest, I started to pay attention to my mother's body. My unintentional glances must have made her aware of it. I can only say that most people have a mother complex first before they want to have an incestuous relationship with their mother, while I tasted the sweetness of my mother's body first before I wanted to start having a mother complex.
My incestuous relationship with my mother wasn't as heart-wrenching and complicated as some people on the internet make it out to be. It simply happened naturally due to a combination of favorable timing, circumstances, and youthful impulsiveness. Although the aftermath was that it created an unnatural relationship between my mother and me, since it wasn't a relationship that most people could accept, I guess I deserved it.

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