Incest started with that one time I needed to urinate.

My mother, who has been widowed for many years, and I live in a small courtyard (my older sister is studying at a university in another city) .

A common swear word among children is "your mother's cunt." I didn't know what it meant until I started elementary school, when I vaguely understood that "
cunt" refers to a woman's genitals and that boys and girls are somewhat different. As I grew older, I learned a lot about sex from my classmates
and learned terms like "sexual intercourse," "fucking," and "making love." Once, after reading a pornographic book, I felt an erection for the first time, and from then on,
I often felt an erection when I woke up in the morning. I also started paying attention to the girls around me, often peeking under their skirts hoping to see something unexpected
, but I never saw anything.

One day, I really needed to pee. So I ran to the toilet while pulling down my pants. When I got there, I had already pulled my rock-hard penis out of my pants. I lowered my head,
holding my penis, and was about to pee.

Good heavens! Mom was inside. I saw her skirt lifted up and tucked into her waistband, her underwear pulled down to her knees, her legs spread wide. A stream of white
urine was spraying out from a thicket of dark pubic hair. Mom looked at me and asked if I needed to pee. I didn't know how to answer.

Mom said, "If you really need to pee, just pee here. I'll move over a little."

As she spoke, Mom moved aside a little. Since Mom said so, I decided to pee. I grabbed my hard, erect penis and tried to hold it down, thinking I could finally
relax. But it only made things worse. At first, I could hold it down, but
then I remembered the image I'd just seen of Mom's dark pubic hair mixed with white urine. I couldn't hold it down anymore. Urine splashed all over Mom; it was all over her buttocks. I was stunned. I thought
Mom was going to be angry. But Mom didn't say anything. She just quickly grabbed some toilet paper, wiped her bottom a couple of times, stood up beside me, pulled up her underwear,
and went out into the house. I, however, stood there in the bathroom, bewildered, thinking about what had just happened.

After a while, I went back into the house and Mom wasn't there. I went to the back of the house and heard the sound of water; I knew Mom was taking a bath. Suddenly, I was filled with curiosity (peeping at
Mom taking a bath). In our countryside, the bathhouse was a very simple, open-air space enclosed by bamboo. This made it easy for me. I tiptoed over and
peeked through the gaps. Mom's figure was amazing! How come I'd never noticed before? Maybe it's because Mom doesn't like to dress up. Mom was wearing a transparent
bathrobe, bending over, her entire buttocks exposed before my eyes. Those big, white, and round, alluring breasts made me feel incredibly aroused; I
almost ejaculated! ... Suddenly, Mom glanced in my direction. Startled, I quickly went back into the house, not knowing what to do. A dozen minutes later, Mom came into the house and
went straight to the kitchen to prepare dinner, while I remained anxious and uneasy. I only came to my senses when Mom called me to eat. I thought maybe Mom hadn't noticed me peeping; maybe
I was just feeling guilty. We ate in silence, avoiding eye contact with my mother. I quickly finished dinner and rushed back to my room to do my homework,
leaving my mother alone in the kitchen and living room to tidy up. Thinking about everything I'd seen that day, I slowly fell asleep.

After that, I often fantasized about my mother's body, masturbating while recalling the patch of dark, downy pubic hair on her genitals. Ah! I wonder
what a woman's genitals really look like? From then on, I liked to snuggle into my mother's arms, ostensibly to be affectionate, but actually to take advantage of her. Of course, my mother didn't know what I was doing
and didn't mind.

Summer vacation came, and my older sister came back with friends. I used to sleep in the same room as her, but since her friends were here, I had
to sleep in my mother's room. That's how what happened next began. I remember one night, I needed to pee, and when I got back to bed, I noticed my mother
's loose underwear swaying in the breeze from the fan. In the dim light, the shadow of her genitals was faintly visible. I knelt down beside her thighs and stared for a long time, not
daring to touch her for fear of waking her. I just watched until I felt sleepy, then lay back down and went back to sleep. After that, I often
stayed awake at night, waiting until my mother was sound asleep before pointing the fan at her genitals and peeking. But I could only see a few dark,
shiny pubic hairs peeking out. From then on, going to bed at night became the thing I looked forward to most each day, hoping one day to catch a glimpse of my mother's vulva, but the accident never happened. My older sister...

After school started, I went back to sleep alone. I couldn't sneak a peek anymore, but unexpectedly, I became addicted. I couldn't sleep every night, and sometimes lying in bed, I would imagine having
sex with a certain girl (usually a TV or movie star), and then I would gently masturbate. Gradually, the woman I fantasized about having sex with while masturbating
started to resemble my mother's face; I started fantasizing about having sex with my mother. And the frequency of these fantasies increased until eventually, I only fantasized about having sex with my mother. Days
passed, and I still often snuggled in my mother's arms, pretending my hands were cold and putting them inside her coat to warm them, intentionally or unintentionally touching her breasts
. The first time I put my hand inside to touch her breasts, she immediately pushed my hand away and gently scolded me, saying not to do that. But I never took her scolding
to heart, and would try again next time I had the chance. Perhaps it was out of pampering, or perhaps I was annoyed that my mother no longer refused me, and I often gently stroked her breasts through her shirt.

Winter break arrived in the blink of an eye, and my older sister came home. Since we shared a room, I could peek at her genitals, and maybe even get a glimpse
of her pussy—it would be so exciting! But even though it was hot in the room, my sister still wore long pants to bed (in the summer, she always wore a skirt). I really
wanted to see her genitals! After a few days, I couldn't resist any longer, so I decided to take action. I pulled down my sister's pants, and then I could see them again.

That night, after my sister fell asleep, I began my operation. Her pants had an elastic band, making them a bit difficult to pull down, but I still carefully and very
slowly pulled them down. After pulling them down to her thighs, I discovered she was wearing underwear. At this point, her legs were closed (due to the elastic band
), and there was no fan blowing. What to do? I decided to go all in and pull off her underwear as well. This underwear was
much easier to remove; I pulled the strap, and it came off easily, then pulled down smoothly, except for her buttocks. But I still couldn't see anything because her legs
were still closed. However, I didn't dare pull it down any further, because to open her legs, I would have to take off her pants completely, which I dared not do. But
this was good enough, because it had been a long time since I had seen a woman's genitals. Besides, I could see my sister's entire pubic hair; it was so
beautiful, so dark and fine. It was a pity that only a tiny bit of the cleft between her legs was visible, but I was still satisfied. Then I thought, since I'd already taken her clothes off, I might as well touch
them. So I gently touched my sister's mons pubis, and then slowly covered the protrusion with my palm, gently stroking her pubic hair. It was soft, fine,
smooth, and warm. I did this several times throughout the winter, taking off my sister's pants, but each time it was just a quick look and a touch, nothing more.
I didn't know if my sister knew I was secretly taking off her pants, but I figured she probably didn't, because she never suddenly woke up.

After my sister left after the New Year, I used the excuse that my mother's room was warm to go to sleep in her room, but actually I wanted to peek. That night, I pretended to be asleep as soon as I got into bed, and soon
my mother also got into bed. I don't know how much time passed, but I thought my mother must be fast asleep. So I got up, but I couldn't see anything because my mother's legs weren't open.
I didn't dare move my mother's legs, so I just waited quietly to see if she would change position. I was so tired of waiting that I fell asleep. The next night, I finally got my chance
, and it didn't take long. My mother lay down wide-legged as soon as she got into bed, until she was fast asleep. Then I saw my mother's genitals. Because I could only see in from the side
, all I could see was a dark patch of pubic hair. But that was enough to excite me, so I simply lay down next to my mother, watching and masturbating, and from then on,
it became a routine every night. Until one day, things were a little different. That day, I pretended to be asleep as usual, but that day my mother went to bed very late. I waited for a long time, and she
fell asleep too. I woke up feeling a bit strange; why was Mom covered up with a blanket today? So I slowly lifted the thin blanket from the bottom up, and there she was—Mom
was wearing a skirt. I thought nothing would happen today, but without realizing it, I gently lifted Mom's skirt again, and I was stunned. Mom wasn't
wearing underwear. Her entire pubic hair was on full display before me. Mom's pubic hair was much thicker than my sister's, and it was darker, shinier, and more alluring. Suddenly, Mom rolled over
, which startled me. But when I calmed down, my heart started racing, and my mind went blank, because Mom's legs were spread wide.
This time, I saw more than just pubic hair; I saw everything I hadn't seen before. Her labia majora and minora, a long slit in her vagina, and I could almost see her anus. I stared ...

I looked 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 continued touching; her thigh was so smooth and soft. I boldly moved my hand down to her crotch, stopping at her vulva. I
kept my hand on her labia, careful not to wake her, and slowly, I felt it. It was so exciting; my penis got hard.

From then on, I loved snuggling into my mother's arms even more. As the weather got warmer, my mother wore less and less clothing, and I could slip my hands inside her clothes and touch
her breasts through her bra. Perhaps my mother still thought of me as a child, and didn't object too much. Sometimes I would deliberately hug my mother from behind and slip my hands inside her clothes
to touch her belly. My mother thought I was just being mischievous and didn't pay any attention. Actually, every time I touched her, my penis would get erect, and I would get very excited.

With my mother's indulgence, I became increasingly bold. After a while, I started reaching under her skirt to touch her. At first, I only dared to touch her
thighs. I remember the first time I reached under her skirt, my mother tapped me on the head, warning me not to. Of course, I didn't give up so easily; I
'd try again next time. I didn't understand why my mother was so indulgent, and I knew that as long as I didn't go too far or rush things, even if I didn't succeed the first time, the second
, the third… my mother would always give in. By this time, my mother probably wouldn't treat me like a child anymore; I was almost in middle school, and I was even starting to grow body hair. Gradually
, I stopped just snuggling in my mother's arms and started touching her all over, inside and out. And I even dared to touch her genitals through her underwear. My mother
no longer reacted.

The summer vacation between sixth grade and first year of junior high school went by the fastest because my older sister wasn't coming home. I could spend all day with my mom, though there were still some annoying
neighbors. Of course, I didn't mind when these neighbors occasionally brought us homemade steamed buns or dumplings, but most of the time they were just visiting
. 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 had to help trim the threads, becoming
the natural listener. Then we'd talk about this and that, the seven necessities of life—firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea—and that was all we talked about every day.

My favorite time to take a nap is at noon every day. I always go to my mom's room and sleep with her. I feel very happy every time I take a nap because then
I can playfully slip my hand inside my mom's clothes and touch her. My mom doesn't care what I'm doing; she just lies on the bed and lets me touch her, while she sleeps. But usually, she
only goes to sleep after I've had my fill of touching her.

Later, I grew bolder and bolder, and finally took off my mother's clothes. At first, my mother was reluctant, and she always pushed my hands away when I unbuttoned her clothes,
but I continued. After a few times, my mother got annoyed and ignored me, so I unbuttoned her top. After unbuttoning it, I spread the clothes out and saw my mother's
bare upper body, and of course, her bra. I touched her through the bra for a while, but I wasn't satisfied, so I forced my hand inside. My mother initially objected
, but after my persistence, she stopped caring. My mother's breasts were large and firm, and felt wonderful. I lay down next to my mother and gently massaged
them with one hand. Slowly, I drifted off to sleep.

Life went on like this. Until one day, I lay down next to my mother, slipped my hands inside her bra, and gently kneaded her breasts
, occasionally pinching her nipples and lightly circling them with my fingers. My mother didn't react; she just
lay there peacefully with her eyes closed. I thought that even if I went too far, she would only scold me at most, so I hardened my heart, pulled down the bra straps, and
removed the cups, exposing her entire breasts. She still didn't react; I thought she had given her consent. I gently stroked her breasts; they were
truly beautiful, no less than a young girl's. At the same time, one of my hands began to move downwards, slowly reaching her lower abdomen. Her abdomen was flat
and smooth. I gently stroked it, but she still didn't react. I was surprised, but I didn't think much of it. I thought, since that's the case, I'll just undress her completely.
So I slowly pulled Mom's skirt up from the hem, until it was completely flipped up. Then, without further ado, I pulled her underwear down to her knees.
Suddenly, Mom opened her eyes. 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.

Then I froze (but my other hand didn't stop attacking my mother's breasts), unsure what to do. I was afraid to continue undressing her for fear of making her angry,
but I felt unwilling to give up. I noticed my mother's face had turned very flushed, and I timidly reached out and touched her thigh. She flinched.
We stared at each other in this awkward silence for several minutes. Then my mother closed her eyes and lay back down. I didn't know why, but I felt she didn't seem angry. So
I continued. I pulled down her panties completely from her calves, revealing her from the waist down. Fair, delicate skin,
thick, dark pubic hair, and long, slender legs.

I started by touching my mother's feet, moving upwards and inwards, along the inside of her thighs, all the way to the top of her thighs.

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