My mother's and my personal experience

My Personal Experience with My Mother

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First of all, I am very grateful to my mother, as she relieved my stress in this regard.

This is what happened to me. Because I have seen many stories online about intimate relationships with mothers, I wanted to share my own experience. Please forgive my poor literacy; this is absolutely true, and please be kind in your comments. Let me

first introduce my family situation. My family is from the countryside, and there are four people in my family. I have an older sister who is three years older than me. My father works in sales in another city and usually only comes home for a few days every two or three months. Because I am the only boy in the family, I have always been spoiled. My mother said that I was not weaned until I was over four years old. At that time, I was very timid and slept with my mother since I was a child. There are two houses in the house, in a separate courtyard. One main house has three rooms. My mother sleeps in the east room, and I sleep in the west room. The middle room is the living room, and the door in the middle is covered by a curtain; there is no door.

There is another east-facing house, also with three rooms, mainly used for storing grain and sundries. My sister used to live in the south-facing room, but she got married last year.

Back then, my older sister usually slept in the small bed in the west room of the main house, while my mother and I slept in the large bed in the east room. My father was rarely home, and I felt quite unfamiliar with him. He would only stay for a few days each time he came to visit. When my father came, my sister usually slept in the east room because I was too timid to sleep in the same room. I slept in the west room of the main house. Even then, my mother would wait until I fell asleep before leaving. I always hoped my father would leave quickly so I could sleep with my mother.

I remember it was when I was a little over 10 years old, during the Mid-Autumn Festival. My maternal grandmother was staying at our house, and my father had just come home for a family reunion. He even bought me a lot of toys. My grandmother slept in the east room. That night, I didn't want to squeeze in with my sister. My mother told me several times, but I wouldn't leave. Perhaps because my grandmother was there, my mother felt embarrassed to keep nagging me to leave, so she had no choice but to let me sleep with them. I usually watched TV, but my mother said my father was tired from the car ride and needed to rest early. I was too busy playing with my toys to watch TV, but my sister went to sleep reluctantly. I sleep at one end of the bed with my mom, but not in the same blanket. She and my dad share a blanket. My mom doesn't let me talk so she can sleep, but I'm still a little excited while holding my toys.

Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, my mother gently called my name a few times. Still half-asleep, I didn't respond. Then, my mother slowly got up and moved to my father's side. The blanket moved back and forth, waking me up. Because I was afraid of my father, I didn't dare to make a sound. As soon as my mother moved over, the two of them hugged each other tightly, their breathing heavy. I knew a little about adult matters at that time, so I didn't dare to move. After a while, the bed started to shake, and my mother started to moan softly. Because I was sleeping on the inside and they were sleeping on the side near the window, I could see my father moving on top of my mother through the moonlight. I was puzzled at the time because my father would move for a while, then stop, and then move again. I thought he was tired (now I know that he stopped because he was about to ejaculate). Soon, my father lay on top of my mother, panting, and didn't move. I thought my mother would come over soon, but she didn't. My mother and father started talking softly again.

My mother was still touching my father, and soon she sat on top of him, moving gently. Looking back, I think it was because my father hadn't had sex in a long time and couldn't control himself, and my mother wasn't satisfied. Gradually, I could hear the sound of hands splashing water (it's true). The weather was cool then, and the thin blanket had long since moved aside, so I could hear it very clearly. Later, my mother lay down on top of me, her legs stretched out straight, her feet bouncing up and down beside me, while my father moved quickly on top of me, and my mother's hands were also forcefully lifting my father's body. This was the first time I saw (heard) them having sex, and it left a very deep impression on me. At that time, their sex drive was very strong. During the three days my father stayed at our house, the bed would shake for a while every night.

On the morning my father left (there was only one bus passing through the village at around 5 a.m. each day), I clearly saw my mother cry. It took several days for her to return to her normal state. During those two years, I discovered a secret. Because I like to rummage through things at home, I found a plastic bag under the quilt near the wall inside my bed. Inside was a long, oval sweet potato wrapped in toilet paper. The sweet potato had a noticeable layer of dried, shiny oil on it, which I remember very clearly.

Later, my older sister went to high school. Because she was a good student, she boarded at the county high school and came home one day a week. I also got into the junior high school in our township, and I learned to masturbate. Before elementary school, I had played with my genitals with my friends. At that time, I couldn't ejaculate, and it wasn't very pleasurable. We also played house with a neighbor girl, straddling each other like adults, but there was definitely no penetration. I did see it when we parted our bodies; it was real, with red flesh and no hair.

After junior high, fine hairs started to grow on my genitals. My first masturbation was after watching ***. My penis got hard and felt very good. I moved back and forth a few times and then ejaculated, but it was very thin, like water. From then on, I became addicted to masturbation. When I was in the second year of junior high school, I started paying attention to my mother. I would secretly look at her underwear and the sanitary napkins with blood on them from her period. Every time I saw them, I would masturbate. Sometimes I would have wet dreams. Gradually, after my mother learned about my physiological phenomena, she made me sleep in the west room. Back then, I had to do my homework at night, always in my mom's room. I'd write at the table by the bed, while my mom did chores nearby. Sometimes she'd fall asleep first. In the summer, she'd wear just underwear and a vest. During this time, I started watching my mom, always secretly. I only dared to look after she fell asleep. At first, I only dared to look, but I was fascinated by her genitals. I really wanted to see what it looked like inside. Sometimes, her old underwear was loose in the middle, and I could see her pubic hair peeking out. Over time, I became bolder. One day, I couldn't resist anymore, so I gently lifted the fabric in the middle a little and saw a lot of pubic hair inside. Further down, I saw two fleshy mounds protruding. My heart pounded, and I kept swallowing. I was incredibly excited, and soon I ejaculated in my underwear.

That was the first time I'd seen my mom's genitals. Actually, because it was so dark, I didn't see very clearly. After ejaculating, I sobered up and quickly went back to sleep in the other room. So I deliberately stayed up late every day to write, and my mother always praised me for studying hard. Later, whenever I saw my mother wearing those old underwear, I couldn't help but lift up the middle part to look. Because the light wasn't very good, I later brought the flashlight from home to look. That time I finally saw what my mother's lower body looked like. My mother had a lot of nipples, but they were all on the top of her vagina. There were almost no nipples around her labia. The color of those two pieces was brown. At this time, I would usually place the flashlight horizontally on the bed to shine the light, and use one hand to lift the cloth to look while the other hand masturbated. My body was half-lying on the bed, and I didn't dare to take off my own underwear. I always masturbated inside, and I usually ejaculated in my pants. I didn't dare to change them every day, so I always wore them wet.

Later, it escalated to the point where I gently touched her labia with my hands and gently probed inside with my fingers. My hands were trembling at the time. I didn't know the internal structure and thought it was two connected holes. The sides felt very slippery. Because I was so nervous, my body was very stiff, and I accidentally touched my mother's leg with the flashlight. The flashlight was made of metal and was a bit cold. It immediately woke my mother up. She suddenly sat up, and at the same time, I pulled my hand out from under her. The flashlight was still on. My mother glanced at me, and I didn't dare to look at her. She didn't say anything and lay down again. I didn't want to look anymore, and I ran to the west room without taking the flashlight. The next day, I didn't dare to look at my mother and felt very uneasy.

For three days straight, I didn't dare touch my mom. Actually, on the second day, she slept in her long underwear, probably because it was hot. Two days later, she went back to sleeping in her original underwear. I hadn't masturbated for several days, and it was really uncomfortable down there. Later, I figured I'd found out anyway. My mom usually spoils me a lot. The reason she spoils me is that my grandfather has two sons, but my uncle's family has two daughters. I'm the only grandson in the family. In our rural area, you can only have two children, and then you have to get sterilized. My mom and aunt both had sterilization surgery. My mom felt very proud, so naturally, I was spoiled terribly. My older sisters and younger sisters never dared to bully me, especially my grandparents, who protected me fiercely. I'm never afraid of my mom. If she doesn't buy me the toys I want, I usually throw down what I'm eating, roll on the ground, and cry. At that point, my mom will definitely give in to my demands.
Every time I finished my homework, I would start groping my mother's genitals again, always ending in masturbation before going to sleep. I didn't care whether she was awake or not; I just carefully touched her. Actually, I wasn't interested in her genitals then; I'd seen plenty since I was little. I just used my fingers to probe inside, and would smell my fingers. Later, I noticed her vagina was very wet, and my fingers often had a white substance on them, like glue from a book. My mother still didn't make any movements, and I didn't pay much attention to her expression; I was just focused on my own pleasure. A few days later, I found a carrot wrapped tightly in toilet paper under the mattress near my mother's pillow. This time it wasn't in a plastic bag, and I didn't dare touch it, putting it back as it was. At this point, I knew my mother used it for masturbation. I didn't have any particular thoughts then; I felt perfectly satisfied. Actually, at 14 or 15 years old, my sex drive was quite strong; sometimes I would masturbate five or six times a day.

After masturbating, I started sleeping next to my mother, and since it was hot, I didn't need to cover myself. I remember it was a few days before my final exams in the second year of junior high school. Because the teachers assigned a lot of homework and I was studying hard, I didn't have the energy to touch my mother for several days in a row, and naturally, I didn't masturbate either. I remember it was two days before the exams. Since the exams were coming up soon, the teachers didn't assign too much homework. My grades weren't very good, so I wanted to copy some formulas that I didn't usually know on scraps of paper, so I stayed up very late writing. I remember that time I slept right next to my mother. In the middle of the night, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. As soon as the pleasure subsided, I woke up. I didn't dare to move because my mother's hand was holding my genitals, and my pants were pushed down below my waistband. My mother's hand slowly left my body, and she found some paper somewhere and gently wiped my body, then wiped herself.
Everyone knows that freshly ejaculated semen is very sticky and impossible to wipe off. Mom probably felt uncomfortable, so she took off her underwear (later, we analyzed that when Mom wanted to masturbate, she happened to touch my erect penis and unconsciously started stroking it, and the semen was sprayed everywhere; it's also possible that her vaginal fluid wet her underwear. Anyway, when I talked to Mom about it later, she denied touching me). She slowly pulled up my pants, and Mom's hand naturally touched my penis again. At this point, my penis became erect again. When Mom's hand touched it, it immediately bounced back, and she didn't pull up my pants anymore. I was incredibly hard. Anyway, I thought, "You've touched me too," so my hand went straight to Mom's genitals. Mom's genitals were wet, and there was mucus around her labia. Since Mom wasn't wearing underwear, those two labia were different from usual; they were spread apart, and I didn't need to use my hands to pry them open. Mom didn't move, so I used my hands to hold them open.

I was incredibly hard down there, and even though my mom wasn't moving, I knew she wasn't asleep, so I wasn't too nervous. I gently took off my underwear and leaned over her, placing one hand on either side of her body and the other on her genitals. I tried to push my penis towards her genitals, my heart pounding in my chest, but I couldn't get through. I tried switching hands several times, but I still couldn't insert my fingers. I tried to push her legs apart, but then I realized her legs were already quite wide open. I was so focused on pushing in that I didn't even realize it, or maybe she was moving too slowly. I just couldn't get in, even though I managed to get both fingers inside.

Just when I was at my wit's end but unwilling to give up, I felt my mother's hand gently touch my groin. At the same time, her waist twisted, and I was instantly transported to a different world. My body pressed tightly against my mother's, and I involuntarily called out "Mom." The feeling was like floating on clouds, tens of thousands of times more intense than masturbation. My lower body felt like it was entering a very hot cave, and I could feel the binding of my mother's labia at the base. I lay on top of my mother, enjoying it without moving. Gradually, my excitement subsided, but I sensed that my mother seemed to be in discomfort. She moved her waist slightly and gently nudged my waist with her knee. As my mother's waist swayed, I suddenly understood the secret. The way my father moved back and forth on top of my mother a few years ago immediately reminded me. Besides, we used to move back and forth when we played house as children. It's true that when you're in the mood, you become obsessed!

After figuring out the technique, I started thrusting back and forth. Don't laugh, but within three minutes I felt like my body was being pulled out, and I couldn't stop myself from ejaculating. I lay on top of my mother, panting heavily, feeling like my body was falling apart. My mother didn't move, but her heart was pounding. After a while, just as I felt myself about to slip out, my mother pushed me down, and I felt something cushion me beneath her. I was pushed to the side. After a long time, my mother whispered, "Go to your room." This was the only sentence my mother and I had ever said. I went back to the west room without putting on any clothes, went to bed, and fell asleep. The next day, when I woke up, there was a clean pair of underwear on my pillow. Later, my mother told me that the reason she made me leave was twofold: firstly, she couldn't face her son and felt guilty towards my father; secondly, it was probably because what I had ejaculated inside was still leaking out, and she couldn't wipe it off in front of me (this is my guess).

When I came home for lunch, my mother specially bought fish from town to cook for me (although she was angry with me, she still loves me, and she knew I wouldn't stop if I got a treat that night, especially since I had exams coming up). I didn't have any homework that night, and I still didn't want to leave the house, but I didn't dare go to bed. Maybe it was because I had exams the next day, and my mother was afraid I would stay up too late, so she made me go to bed. At that moment, she got up and closed the windows and curtains, then went out to the outer room. I was wondering what was going on when I heard the window in the west room close as well.
Then my mother came over, turned off the desk lamp, and lay down on the edge of the bed. I didn't dare touch her. After a while, I felt her gently move closer to me, and I gently moved closer to her too. I rolled over and hugged her. I was about to pull down her pants when she pushed my hand away and took them off herself. I took the opportunity to take off my clothes as well. My mother hadn't taken off her round-neck shirt; she usually doesn't wear a bra at home.

Later, I discovered that Mom could pull her bra out from under her clothes without taking off her outer garments. Then I lay on top of her, and she bent her legs and spread them naturally. Just as I was about to use my fingers to find the opening, Mom slapped my hand away. She entered me using the same method, and an ecstatic feeling washed over me. I continued moving quickly and ejaculated soon after. Mom gently pushed me off, immediately put her underwear back on, and put some toilet paper inside. She tore off some more toilet paper and threw it on me without saying a word. I knew she wanted me to wipe myself. Only then did I notice that my genitals were sticky, all the way to my genitals. I touched the paper and started rubbing myself.

Then I heard Mom sobbing softly. I was terrified and cried out "Mom!" twice. Mom hugged me and said, "How am I supposed to live?" I didn't know how to comfort her, and I slowly fell asleep. My exam went relatively smoothly that day, and there was only one day left until the end. That night, I didn't sleep next to Mom.

The next day, after the exam, I played wildly with some friends from my village. We went to the river to catch frogs and cook them. When I came home dirty that evening, my mother whispered that I had played too much and told me to take a bath. At that time, we would put a big basin of water in the sun at noon, and it would still be warm at night for bathing. We would bathe in the east room. When I came in, I saw water around the basin and knew that my mother had also bathed, so I started to bathe myself.

After taking a shower, since we had eaten boiled frog outside, I wasn't hungry. Mom locked the door and went to the room to watch TV for a while. Actually, neither Mom nor I were really interested in watching. Mom seemed preoccupied. After a while, Mom went back to her room. I lingered for a bit and followed her. Mom closed all the windows and curtains tightly, turned off the lights, and lay down on the bed. Just as I was about to touch Mom, she started talking to me. The gist of it was that I should study hard and not be too willful. Finally, she specifically told me not to talk nonsense outside, not even to Dad or anyone else. She said that if others found out, she would be too ashamed to live. She also said that my sister and Dad must never touch her when they are home, and that I should be obedient. I listened attentively.

Later, I climbed on top of my mother and, while groping around, discovered a cotton pad under her buttocks. This time, I entered her myself, but it was still very short, only about four or five minutes. This time, my mother wasn't wearing any clothes and started talking to me again, saying that I shouldn't keep thinking about this, and I definitely shouldn't masturbate anymore (these were my mother's exact words), because it's bad for my health. She also said that I should never tell my wife about it after we get married. Hearing these words, I became aroused again. My mother sensed this and whispered to me to slow down, saying it wouldn't be good for our marriage. This time, my mother didn't let me move around too much; she controlled the pace most of the time. When I wanted to go faster, she would hold my waist with her hands. Perhaps because I had just ejaculated inside her, I heard that splashing sound of her hands again.

During this time, Mom definitely didn't moan loudly like some netizens described. Later, after doing it more often, I could feel that Mom's orgasm involved her legs straightening and tightening. If I didn't ejaculate, I could feel a throbbing sensation inside her, and sometimes her legs would bounce around. I was always on top, and there was no explicit sexual activity. At most, I was allowed to use a flashlight to pry open her legs and see the red flesh inside. Later, I noticed that when Mom was close to orgasm, she liked to press my head against her genitals. In short, we've been very careful with our intimate moments over the past two years. Mom always keeps the house tightly closed, and they even keep a dog in the yard. Actually, if it weren't for my schooling, Dad would have taken Mom away long ago. Because my household registration is in the countryside, and Dad's work isn't in this province, I can only study at home. Dad said he would take Mom away regardless of whether I get into university or not, and if I don't, I can come work for Dad.

But now that I'm a high school freshman, I think it's too early to talk about that. I attend a private high school in our town, which is very close to the school, and I don't live on campus.

Let me tell you about two little incidents. Last year during the Spring Festival, my dad stayed home for a long time, a full seven days. I really couldn't stand it. Every time my dad came back, my mom would make me sleep in the east room. I couldn't bear it for those few days, so I went to eavesdrop on them making love a few times. Especially on the night my dad left, I could still faintly hear my mom's moans outside the window. Before five o'clock in the morning, my dad got up to wash his face and so on. Because it was winter and quite cold, my mom didn't get up. He packed everything he needed the night before. Before leaving, my dad came to my room and told me to be good. Actually, my dad has sacrificed so much for this family. Thinking about it, my dad is already over forty.

Because it was winter and still dark at 5 a.m., about fifteen minutes later, I heard a car horn at the village entrance. We always wait at the village entrance, and we know a car is coming as soon as it honks. My dad always buys round-trip train tickets, and this bus is the only one that goes to the provincial capital, so I don't need to worry. Even so, I still locked the front door from the inside. I went to my mom's room wearing only my long underwear. My mom knew what I meant when she saw me come in, so I took them off and crawled into her bed. My mom wasn't dressed yet. As soon as I came in, I hugged her. I touched her lower body and it was very wet. There was a cotton pad (blue floral pattern) under her buttocks. I know this cotton pad very well. My mom always puts it under her buttocks to prevent semen and her vaginal fluid from flowing onto the bed.

I didn't care about anything else and just thrust in. It was so slippery. I hadn't been with my mom for days, and it felt like a honeymoon after a short separation (I digress). My mom stroked my head and said, "Slow down, child. It's not good for your health." Only then did I slow down, whispering to my mom as we made love. This was the only time my mom talked to me about how she and my dad made love. They always did it on the first night he came, on the night he left, and one last time before dawn. Hearing this, I got even harder. The sound of my juices scraping against my penis was loud and clear. I couldn't help but ejaculate. My mom gripped my buttocks tightly, and my penis clenched violently a few times, but there were no sweet moans, only the pounding of my heart and heavy breathing.
Later, my mom said I was very hard. When I asked how hard it was, she didn't answer. After a while, she called me to get up.

Because it was right after the New Year, and I was worried about visiting relatives, I got up. My mother took a sanitary napkin from the cupboard and stuck it to her underwear. Since my mother had undergone sterilization, she didn't use any contraception. Another time was during the May Day holiday this year. My sister stayed at my parents' house for about eight or nine days. This time, I slept in the same room as my mother, while my sister slept in the east room. During that time, I wanted to have sex with my mother several times, but she resolutely refused each time, afraid that my sister would find out. My brother-in-law came to pick me up in the afternoon. We had originally planned to leave, but my sister changed her mind at the last minute and wanted to go to the provincial capital to buy some clothes. Fortunately, there was a bus to the provincial capital passing by here, otherwise they would have to walk a long way the next day, so they decided to stay here and catch the bus the next day. That night, my mother had to sleep in the east room by herself, while my sister and brother-in-law slept in my mother's big bed, and I slept in the west room with them.

Since neither room had doors, only curtains, there was no soundproofing. They started making love shortly after we lay down. Because they hadn't been together for several days, they were quite impulsive. My sister was at her parents' house, and with my brother in the same room, it was rather stifling. She kept whispering to her brother-in-law to be gentler, but the sounds were impossible to hide. I couldn't ignore them, and I couldn't help but want to masturbate. I didn't want to hold back; I hadn't masturbated since my relationship with my mother because the feeling was incomparable. They made love for about half an hour before finally quieting down. Only then did my heart slowly calm down.

The next day, my mother woke them up before 5 a.m., and they hurriedly got up, washed their faces and brushed their teeth, told my mother, and left. After they left, I couldn't help but get up and go to my sister's bed to look. There were four wads of discarded toilet paper on the floor next to the bed, and two stains on the sheets (my mother had hidden the mattress protector). At this time, my mother also came over to tidy up her things. When she saw me looking at these things, she said, "What are you looking at?" I said, "I really can't stand it anymore. I haven't played with these things for many days. Hearing them like this, I can't bear to give them up." When my mother heard what I said, her face turned red. I ran and locked the door. My mother also closed the door. I dragged my mother to bed. Actually, it was almost dawn by then. My mother saw how eager I was and stopped being coy. Since I had to go to school at 7 a.m., I quickly took off all my clothes. I asked my mother if I should put on the mattress protector. My mother said no, because I would have to wash it anyway.

Actually, Mom really wanted it too. After a few days without doing it and seeing all this stuff, how could she not want it? As soon as I got to her, she let me suckle her nipple, and her juices flowed freely. Finally, Mom couldn't help but moan, not very loudly, but with each of my movements. Suddenly, Mom hugged me tightly, her vagina contracting strongly, and I couldn't help but ejaculate. Our hearts were pounding wildly. Mom didn't dare lie there long and urged me to get up. I really didn't want to move, so I watched Mom get up, go to the cabinet to get a sanitary napkin, and do other things before I lazily got up to wash my face and brush my teeth. Mom gave me five yuan and I went to school. Actually, after being together for over two years, Mom and I have had a fairly stable relationship, usually about twice a week (more during holidays). Mom's period is also very short, usually lasting four days.

Please don't doubt the authenticity of this story; I have no reason to lie to you. Some things are best left unsaid. Please reply politely, thank you!

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