Breast milk and maternal love 01

When I was in middle school, I took my mom's underwear with me in the shower and masturbated, and she found out.

At that time, our washing machine was in the bathroom, and my mom always put the laundry in there.

One day, she suddenly came in, and I immediately went limp. My mom looked at me for a while and then left. I was terrified
for days.

For those few days, my mom acted as if nothing had happened and was still very nice to me. After a while, she asked me
if my foreskin could be retracted. I was too shy to tell her, so she tried to retract it while I was sleeping. Several times I
felt someone sitting on my bed, and when I opened my eyes, she would just smile and leave.

But after several days, she finally succeeded once.

The next day, she told me that mine could be retracted, and that it was different from my dad's; it was pink.

After that incident, my mom still acted like I wasn't there when I was at home, changing her underwear in front of me.

That happened in high school.

Six years have passed now.

Let me tell you about my mom! She's 21 years older than me, very tall, and has fair skin.

Actually, women who are tall and have fair skin can be very beautiful with just a little makeup.

I'm 172cm, and she's about the same height as me in heels. She was also a minor manager at her workplace, so she had a kind of authoritative
presence.

At that time, my dad wasn't home; he had another woman.

Without a man in the house, I had to help my mom with many things. We even moved house by ourselves
.

My mom told me that my dad once brought his mistress to my school to see me. Back then, there were
photos of the top five students from each class posted in the hallway. They looked at the photos and left.

To this day, I still don't know what that woman looks like.

My mom hits my dad whenever she sees him, just scratching his face.

My mom earns more money than my dad.

My dad is only good-looking.

I heard that his mistress is very rich, at least richer than my mom.

Gradually, I became a "mother complex" person with a heavy taste.

I was greatly influenced by her; I watch mature women in movies, read novels with incestuous plots, and look for girlfriends
older than me.

I know I have a mother complex, but my mom is very revered in my heart. At most, I fantasize about other women
being like her.

Many people advise me to find my mom a man… but my mom isn't divorced yet, who would dare?

Besides, my mom herself wasn't willing, and I didn't agree either.

After all, my mom is my dad's woman; why should she

be given to another man? It's better to let me have my way with her than another man. If she dares, I dare.

My mom and dad have never divorced. Although my dad wronged her, my mom is still devoted and has
never been with another man. She said she didn't divorce for my sake.

My mom is a very good woman.

During the most tense period of my parents' relationship, my mom wanted revenge. She asked me if I had seen that woman, and
I said no.

My mom said, "I'll bring her here, and you can sleep with this little slut."

I thought she was just joking, but she dragged me to gamble for a week. Luckily, we didn't succeed… That's when I
realized my mom was serious.

My mom also used my computer to watch TV dramas. Back then, it seems like Youku and Tudou didn't exist yet; she
watched them on a website called Shangdu Broadband.

I used to download porn all the time, mostly from Aicheng.

They were mostly mother-son type

videos. I used Storm Player, which was on the desktop.

Later, I discovered that Storm Player would automatically play the last video when I clicked the start button.

Several times when I took over the computer from my mom, I found that the videos were different from the ones I had played before. My head
was spinning.

Another time, I found the minimized icon of Storm Player in the bottom right corner of my desktop. I clicked on it, and it was playing a
scene of mother and son having sex, with screams coming from my headphones… In a moment of panic, I threw the Storm Player icon into my
documents . Later, when my mom used the computer, she couldn't find the player and got angry at me, asking
where I had put her TV shows. I told her to watch Shangdu Broadband, but she said she didn't watch that. I was speechless, finally unable to face or endure it any longer
, and ran out in shame… Later, it seemed she found it in my documents herself, and then she stopped getting angry at me…
After that, I stopped using Storm Player and switched to KM. That player is pretty good; at least it doesn't play the last one when you start it.

I originally wanted to delete all of Storm Player's playback directories, but I was afraid she would get angry at me, so I gritted my teeth and only deleted
a few of the more explicit ones.

And I had to update her every month… Nothing could be more embarrassing than that.

When I was in high school, whenever I asked her for money to go out or for anything else, she would always make me kiss her first
.

Kiss her forehead, her cheeks, sometimes one round wasn't enough, she'd kiss me several times.

Later, when I kissed her, she would lick me with her tongue, getting my face covered in saliva. My mom always takes throat lozenges and such
, so the saliva didn't smell bad, but I still had to wash my face before going out, afraid people would notice something.

Taking the money she gave me and going out… I felt like a prostitute, holding
money earned from selling myself.

I started dating girlfriends in high school, three in total.

But the only one who truly moved me was her, Xiaotong.

The reason is that she's also tall, and her temperament and appearance are very similar to my mother's.

We've been together since middle school, for almost 10 years.

Her personality is also like my mother's, giving me a sense of security.

When I'm with her, I always imagine her as my mother.

I know I still love my mother, because I can't have her; she's just a substitute
.

My mother's status is too high for me; I think I'll spend my whole life secretly admiring, worshipping, and fearing her.

Back then, I was short and thin, just over 160 centimeters tall, while my girlfriend was much taller than me in heels
.

She used to be a good student, but later, for some reason, she stopped studying. I
would play with her every day and study by myself at night, but she didn't.

Later, I got into a top provincial high school, while she went to a regular one, but we still kept in touch.

During that time, we skipped school every day to stroll around, eat KFC, and go to the movies. One day, we happened to run into my mom—awkward!
She grabbed me and made me get on her motorcycle and left without saying anything, leaving the girl there. I
looked at her helplessly; we were both so pathetic.

When we got home, she mocked me in every way imaginable. Two of her lines sent chills down my spine; I still remember them: "So
you like young girls!"

"You like young girls, don't you?"

The unspoken message was, "You watch incestuous films every day and you like young girls? Don't lie to your mother, son!"
From then on, my mother forbade me from dating, stopped giving me pocket money, and made me
eat —anywhere I wanted—with her paying the bill once a week.

I remember fighting with my mother once during summer vacation.

She said I was always skipping school and playing around, so she locked me up at home for the summer.

But I begged her, and she let me go out.

One day, my girlfriend paged me, asking me to go out with her.

I forgot to delete the message, and my mom probably saw it. The next day, she absolutely refused to let me go out. She put
the sofa by the door and sat on it herself.

I tried to reason with her, but she wouldn't listen. She just said, "Don't think I don't know what you're going out to do."

Eventually, she resorted to violence. I didn't dare hit her, so I just tore her clothes, ripping her underwear into strips
.

The way she hit me was perverted. When I tore her clothes, she would flick my fingers, which hurt terribly. Then she would scratch my face
, deep and drawing blood. In the end, she forced me onto the bed. I was lying face down, and she used her knees to press against my waist, tying my hands behind my back

with her stockings . 　　After tying me up, she pinched my thighs, making me scream in pain. 　　She said, "Just like your dad, I'll disfigure your face and see how you dare go out and have fun then." 　　I didn't dare leave the house for a whole month. 　　　If you look closely now, you can still see the scars on my face. 　　From then on, I never dared to resist again; each time I resisted, I was disfigured again… It wasn't that I wasn't strong enough, it was just that her fingers hurt too much. Later, I went to university. 　　My home is in the provincial capital, so I went to a local 211 university 　　. Although I had a dormitory at the university, it wasn't far from home, so I basically never lived there. I 　　went home at least once a week. 　　I didn't really want to go home so often, but my mom called me every day, asking how my studies were going, whether I was used to the meals, and telling me not to play around and to come home quickly. 　　When I got home, my mom would always chat with me, always making conversation, repeating the same things over and over again. I always told her she was getting old and sounded like Xianglin's wife. 　　She forbids me from saying she's old. Her favorite thing to do when she sees me is to lie on me or snuggle in my arms and let me pluck her gray hairs. 　　Every time I see my mother's once black hair slowly turning white, I secretly shed tears. 　　I always feel like she raises me like a pet. 　　After graduating from university, I could have gotten a job at a state-owned enterprise through her connections, but she refused. She wanted me to pursue a master's degree, not to be independent. She said I would earn money and wouldn't listen to her. 　　In the end, I worked hard for half a year and passed the exam, but I still have to ask her for living expenses. 　　I said my friends are all married and have established careers, while I'm still in school, and I feel ashamed to be a freeloader. 　　She said, "I'm willing to let you be a freeloader; it's none of anyone else's business," and told me to study hard in school and try for a doctorate. 　　　I've talked to my mother about this many times, but it's no use. 　　I wanted to work during the holidays to gain more practical experience, but she wouldn't allow it. She said, "What social experience? It's just letting rich people bully you kids who haven't been in society before. You should study hard. If you need money, ask your mother. Don't waste time thinking about this and that. 　　　" When I was preparing for my postgraduate entrance exam, in the summer, I went to listen to lectures on advanced mathematics by Zhao Dafu and linear algebra by Li Yongle. 　　I was an engineering student taking the math I exam. 　　Every morning I got up at 7 am, took a 30-minute bus ride, and the exam room was packed with over 100 people. I was drenched in sweat . 　　I only slept 4-5 hours a day, but my skills improved significantly. I could basically solve most of the complex problems on curves and surfaces, and infinite series, which I wasn't very familiar with before. 　　In the end, I scored 130 points in math, thanks to Zhao Dafu's lectures. 　　Every day when I came home, my mom felt sorry for me, saying my pants were always soaked, but I didn't really notice. 　　　Once you're determined to do something, you have endless energy, haha. 　　During that time, my mom washed all my clothes for me, every single day, including my underwear. 　　I would take a shower as soon as I got home. 　　My mom said I was too tired and would scrub my back. 　　I didn't want to at first, 　　but I couldn't resist her. 　　She would dry me with a towel and even lather my penis with soap, sometimes holding it tightly. 　　I would react quickly. 　　As soon as I reacted, my mom would know, immediately let go, and continue washing other parts. 　　I remember that summer it rained heavily, and lightning kept damaging our transformer, so there were always power outages. In 　　the sweltering summer heat, even after a rain shower, the house was still unbearably hot. 　　　My mother, feeling sorry for me, laid out a mat on the floor for me to sleep on, while she lay opposite me, facing each other on her sides . 　　She fanned me to cool me down. 　　In the dim candlelight, I looked at my mother's half-naked breasts, her jade-like arms glistening with sweat as she fanned me , and inhaled her fragrance; shamefully, I became aroused again. 　　I deliberately shrank back so she wouldn't notice. 　　In the end, she did notice, coughed twice, smiled at me, and continued fanning.

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