My throbbing penis is calling to my mother's vagina.

When I was in the second year of junior high school, I first encountered erotic novels. When I saw the word "incest" in the table of contents, I didn't understand what it meant. The first erotic novel I read was "My Beautiful Mother." It depicted incest between relatives, culminating in two brothers raping their own mother. It thrilled and excited me. I enjoyed reading it; it was stimulating, completely different from the plots of the adult films I'd seen before. Those who enjoy fantasizing know how to use such plots to create erotic scenes! At the same time, I also felt aversion. I thought it was shameful, especially since it involved mother and son—something I'd never heard of before. But this novel planted a seed of trouble in my heart, leading to what happened later. To this day, I wonder if I should thank this novel?! As a young person born in the 80s, internet access wasn't widespread in my area back then. A place with three or five computers was considered an internet cafe. So, access to erotic content was limited to renting books or watching DVDs. The resources were extremely limited. As an only child, I was the only son in my family, and they pinned all their hopes on me, wanting me to study hard. My grades were relatively stable until the first semester of my second year of junior high, but plummeted in the second half, all because of the influence of bad friends and the harmful effects of pornography. There's definitely some truth to the idea that minors shouldn't be exposed to pornography. I spent my days studying incestuous literature, even choosing only incestuous comics. At that time, I hadn't even watched incestuous movies; I could only fantasize and masturbate based on the stories in the books. After masturbating, I would wipe the semen directly on my underwear. My mother would naturally notice when she did my laundry; actually, I did it on purpose. According to the theories in the novels, women are all very promiscuous, so I wanted to get my mother's attention. Plus, with my grades plummeting, she naturally noticed something. My father loved playing mahjong and was rarely home, usually coming home late at night. He was so asleep that I couldn't be woken up, which made me late for work many times. When he woke up, he would go to work, so the two of them rarely spoke. Back then, I always thought there should be a chance. This family situation was very similar to the plots of many incest novels, so my will grew stronger and my confidence grew stronger. But I still had one major concern: my mother was a very conservative woman, respectful of teachers and elders, and stubborn. For her to accept incest between mother and son was nothing short of wishful thinking. But I loved my mother so much. Seeing her large breasts and pert, plump buttocks always stirred my imagination. My excited feelings constantly challenged my moral and ethical values. My inner desires were thus suppressed. Until one day in June, I skipped class and was reading an incest novel at home when I suddenly heard the door open. Instinctively, I quickly hid the book under the bed. Looking at my erect penis, I felt extremely embarrassed. Fantasy is just fantasy; in reality, I immediately lost my composure and felt incredibly awkward. I told myself to calm down, to think about other things, hoping to distract myself and soften my erection, but the more anxious I became, the more determined I became. "I had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, 'Come back, Mom.'" "Why didn't you go to school?" "My head hurt, I felt terrible, the teacher told me to come home." "How are you?" she asked, touching my head. I said I was fine, much better. "Mom, your dress is so pretty, can I twirl around?" "Go away, how old are you? Making fun of your mother?" she laughed, annoyed me. She asked seriously, "Dongdong, your grades have dropped a lot lately? Are you being too strict again? Ah, can you finally study properly?" Her breasts seemed to want to break free of her restraints. But because I skipped class first, then read erotic novels, and lied, I felt guilty and didn't dare look her in the eye. "Yes, yes, yes, I'll definitely study hard," I replied evasively. Her lower body grew even harder. "Going to read," she said, leaving the room. Sitting at my desk, my heart pounded. I randomly flipped through books, and the thought of my mother's large breasts from earlier made me fantasize again. A long time passed, and my mother still hadn't come out. Normally, she would cook or do housework when she got home. Why was she still so quiet today? I tiptoed to my mother's bedroom door. The door was ajar. I peeked in, my legs trembling, and cold sweat instantly poured down my back. My mother was reading the novel I had hidden under the bed. "Damn it, I'm done for," I muttered to myself. Seeing my mother's flushed face and her legs rubbing together involuntarily, I figured she was aroused too. But in my nervousness, I somehow lost my balance and slammed the door open with a loud bang, startling my mother. We stared at each other for a while before my mother finally spoke. "Dongdong, how old are you to be reading this book?" "I didn't! It's not mine." "You little brat, so stubborn! If it's not yours, then whose is it? Fuck your mother, if I don't beat you to death today, I'll pretend I didn't say anything." Saying that, she came over and started hitting me all over, pinching my inner thigh, making me scream in pain. I quickly begged for mercy. "I'm sorry, I won't read it anymore, please stop hitting me, please, Mom." Seeing that I had admitted my mistake, Mom got a little tired after hitting me for a while. After a moment of silence in the room, Mom said, "Dongdong, the whole family is counting on you to go to university, but you're so young and you're already reading this book, do you think you can't do better? How can you go to university like this?" I remained silent, my head drooping. "Speak up! Are you still going to read it? Are you going to study properly?" I used all the lines I had in my fantasies at that moment, thinking, I've already been beaten once, so I might as well go for it, whatever happens, happens. "Mom, I can stop looking, but it's no use. All I can think about right now is you. Mom, I've realized I've fallen for you." As I said this, my teeth chattered, my heart pounded, my legs trembled, and an unprecedented nervousness tingled from my heels to my scalp. Even if I had the courage, this was still confessing my feelings to my mother. My head was bowed low, my gaze never leaving my mother's feet. After a moment of silence, Mom said, "You're going through puberty, it's normal to have these kinds of thoughts, but it can't interfere with your studies. You should focus on your studies." Surprisingly, Mom didn't yell at me, which boosted my confidence. I calmed myself and said, "Mom, but I just can't concentrate. Mom, I don't know what's wrong with me? I dream about you whenever I try to sleep." "Okay, Dongdong, stop talking. This is normal. It's just that I always slept with you when we were little. It's not normal for you to have these thoughts; you have to change." "No, Mom, let me finish. Mom, I love you so much, really. I'd be a fool to lie to you. I want to change, but I can't control my thoughts." "Go to hell! That was too lenient. If your dad found out about this, he'd beat you to death. If anyone found out, I wouldn't be able to live anymore. Huh? You're not a child anymore, and you don't understand such a simple thing? My only wish is for you to study hard, but you..." Her voice trembled, almost breaking into tears. "Mom, I know it's wrong of me to think like this, but I really can't control myself." Seeing that my mother had calmed down a lot, I became bolder. I've always been good with words. I can argue even when I'm wrong. But if I'm right, I won't give you a chance to speak. "Mom, if you can, I promise I'll study hard." "Can what? Fuck your mother, I'm your mother, how did I give birth to such a thing, you beast." Saying that, she raised her hand to hit me again. This time I didn't even have time to defend myself. I straightened my neck and thought, I give up. "Mom, why don't you just kill me today? I can't concentrate on studying at all. Do whatever you want with me." The tone of her words was very firm. This semester, my mother has found many tutors for me and talked to me, but the results have been limited. My mother was forced into a dilemma by my words. She remained silent. Perhaps she was wavering, or perhaps she was having a fierce internal struggle. I continued, "Mom, I have exams in two months. Can you do it this once? I promise I'll do well." "No," came the firm, decisive reply, giving me no chance to bargain. I was devastated, like a wilted eggplant. I knew it was hopeless; Mom was too resolute. Just as I was about to give up, Mom spoke: "But I can help you with my hand once, Dongdong. Mom is doing this for your future, don't misunderstand." When I heard this, my heart soared, wild with joy. Where was spring? Where was spring? I almost lost myself in the moment! "Um, Mom, if you can help me just once, if my grades don't improve, I'll be a monster." The setting sun shone through the sapphire blue glass into the room; it was so quiet. I lay down on Mom's big bed, took off my underwear, and the thought of my mother, whom I had longed for day and night, masturbating me instantly made me hard. My mother gently stroked my penis, but I was so excited that I ejaculated before I even started to enjoy it. "Get up, Dongdong, I hope you can study hard..." she said, wiping my nose with a tissue, which reminded me of how she used to wipe my nose when I was little. From then on, my grades improved steadily. With extra tutoring, my foundation in math and science was already strong, and my English was excellent. My only weakness was humanities. I memorized essays by rote, and that final exam, I ranked sixth in my class—my best ever—and 39th in the grade. My teacher called my mother to praise me, saying I had made tremendous progress that semester, which surprised both my teachers and classmates.When I got home, I acted all high and mighty, hugging and cuddling my mom, my hands constantly reaching for her breasts, taking the opportunity to grope her quite a bit. "Mom, how's it going? Your son's made great progress, right? Shouldn't you reward him?" "Hmm, studying hard? No way, you better study hard, you're still young..." "Mom, can you reward me tonight?" I wouldn't listen to anything after that. No way! My heart ached, and tears of grievance streamed down my face. I'm usually easygoing, but when I'm stubborn, nothing can change my mind. In revenge, I refused to attend tutoring classes, and the teacher called my mother again. That day, I went swimming with my classmates, and I was very tired when I got home, so I went to bed early. When I woke up, I found that my mom had already prepared dinner, and we ate in silence. We were still sulking. "Dongdong, you're studying for yourself, not for me, understand? With a good job in the future, what kind of wife can't you find?" "No, I just love you. Mom, you don't keep your word, what's the point of reasoning with me?" "You... alright, what a mess. Come over here later." I felt like I'd heard some great news. I was overwhelmed with emotion. I never expected my usually stubborn mother to compromise with her child. Maybe it was just because I was her son. I looked at my mother excitedly, feeling incredibly happy. After my mother finished cleaning up the dishes, I eagerly went into her bedroom. I was only wearing underwear, and my mother was wearing a nightgown. So sexy. After we lay down, I couldn't wait to take off my underwear. My penis seemed to be beckon to my mother's little hand, throbbing. This time, my mother was very romantic. She gently grasped my penis and, with her eyes closed, began to stroke it up and down. Having had the experience before, I was much more relaxed this time, and my body wasn't as stiff as it had been the first time. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around my mother's neck, and with my other hand, I reached through her pajamas to caress her beautiful breasts. This time, my mother didn't refuse. She kept her eyes closed, her face flushed. I sometimes flicked her nipples, sometimes squeezed her breasts. My mother started breathing heavily, and I said, "Mom, I love you, Mom, it feels so good, Mom, faster, Mom, I'm going to cum, Mom..." This was the second time my mother had masturbated me. But the effect was completely different from before. I felt that my mother also had needs. But at that time, I was too young, and I really didn't have the courage to ask further. Although I looked down on myself, I just didn't have the guts. As time went by, I got third place in the midterm exams of my third year of junior high school, and my mother and I became more and more natural with each other, and the frequency increased from once every few months to once a week. As a reward and encouragement for me, my mother gradually accepted masturbating me. Gradually, she compromised little by little. The most frightening thing for people is habit; when everything is assimilated, things are easily accepted. Several times, Mom looked at me affectionately, her eyes filled with tenderness. Sometimes when I kissed her cheek, she wasn't as resistant as before. Only when I tried to kiss her lips would she push me away with her lips tightly closed. Before I knew it, the final exams were approaching, and my first choice was the city's top key high school. To be honest, I felt almost certain. Even if I didn't get in on a government scholarship, paying for it myself shouldn't be a problem. We had a three-day break to study freely and relieve the pressure. Over the past year, our "mother-son bond" had grown significantly, and I felt it was time to launch the final offensive. On the first day of the break, Mom worked the night shift. I lay in bed for half the day, skipping lunch. After making dinner, she went to work, and I ate dinner outside, reading some erotic novels, reflecting on the changes in Mom over the past year. I told myself, success or failure hinges on this; let's see what tomorrow brings. If I succeed, great; if not, we'll just have to maintain the status quo. The next day, when Mom came home, she found the food untouched and became worried. She asked me what was wrong. I said nothing, I just didn't feel like eating. "But you can't go a whole day without eating," she said. "I'm under a lot of pressure, afraid I won't do well on the exam." "Dongdong, just do your best, Mom believes in you." But Mom, I suddenly felt uncertain, I don't know why. "Mom, can you cook for me just this once?" "You brat, how often are you doing this now? Wait until after the exam, doing this too much will tire you out." "No, please, let me relax a bit. I feel like a huge weight is pressing down on me, I can't breathe. Mom, please, just let me relax a bit." Saying this, I got up, drew the curtains, and took off my underwear. My erect penis was already standing up. I pulled Mom onto my bed and removed her clothes one by one. Mom was used to me masturbating while she was only wearing her underwear, so she didn't resist. She expertly grasped my penis and began stroking it. I'd been careful today; I'd already had sex this morning, and with the mental preparation I'd given myself, I was confident this time would last a long time. My mother's hand was stroking it below, and I moaned softly, my mouth full of lewd words, "Mommy, I want to fuck your pussy. Mommy, are you wet? Mommy, Mommy, I want to lick your pussy." Before, I'd only ever said I wanted to fuck her, but this time I dared to say anything, because with final exams approaching, she couldn't possibly discourage me now. With each of my lewd words, I increased the intensity of my thrusts. It felt incredibly good. Seeing the time was right, I lowered my head and sucked on her hardened nipple, teasing it with my tongue, sometimes biting, sometimes sucking. Her white breasts were covered in my saliva. My other hand moved down, and my mother, somewhat lost in the ecstasy of my licking, pulled her hand away from my penis several times, seemingly only concerned with her own pleasure. My hand slid down her cotton panties, instinctively squeezing my legs together. "What are you doing?" "Mom, please, I love you so much, I want your pussy. It's the end of the exam, just let me relax completely this once." Mom slowly opened her legs, and through the thick pubic hair, I touched a woman's labia for the first time. My fingertips continued to explore inside, wow, it was full of vaginal fluid, I was secretly delighted. My two fingers, like two little fish, stirred back and forth inside Mom's vagina. Mom's face was flushed, her lips slightly parted, her eyes tightly closed. I didn't know when Mom had stopped masturbating me, and my tongue wandered from her left breast to her right breast. My tongue traced every inch of her skin as I moved downwards. I was exhausted; my tongue had to roam, my hands had to keep probing, and I was afraid that stopping would awaken my mother and cause her to resist again. I broke down her last line of defense. The way her legs were half-closed gave me hope. Following the plot of the novel, I spread her legs apart, revealing thick pubic hair and glistening, dark brown labia. I gently parted her labia majora, revealing a milky-white clitoris that was already swollen. To be honest, her labia minora were still very tender. I completely lost my mind and took one of my mother's labia minora into my mouth, only to find it salty inside. "Don't do that, it's dirty." "No, Mom's pussy smells so good, I love to eat it, let your son eat his fill." I ignored her and just kept licking. I nibbled at her clitoris, sucked on her labia, and licked her vagina, my tongue diligently probing inside, stirring constantly. Mom seemed greatly agitated, shaking her head and crying out, "No, no... Ahh... It's terrible, it's awful... Ah Dongdong, please stop licking, Mom begs you!" Her words only fueled my lust. Though she said no, she thrust her hips upwards forcefully, trying to allow my tongue to penetrate deeper. I felt the time was right, and like in the movies, I thrust my erect penis inside! First, I was a virgin, my glans and penis were very tender, I couldn't find the entrance, and it hurt a lot. I was sweating with anxiety. Second, I was terrified that Mom would suddenly regain her senses and fight back desperately—that was my biggest worry. But my worries seemed unnecessary. Mom slightly arched her back, and my tight penis penetrated halfway. Mom cried out, "Ah!" Then I felt her juices envelop my penis; it was warm and wet inside. With another thrust, I inserted it all the way in. The sentence I remember most clearly at that moment was a line from a novel I once read: "I'm back!" I was like a raging bull, charging headlong into things. Although I knew many positions from novels and movies, I still opted for the most conservative missionary position this time. Feeling my penis going in and out of my mother's vagina was fucking amazing; for a long time, I wondered if I was dreaming. I lowered my head and kissed my mother's lips. Overwhelmed by the pleasure of my thrusts, she involuntarily stuck out her tongue, and my mouth, still wet with her juices, transferred the sensation to her. We made love wildly for over 40 minutes. My mother came twice, and in the end, both of our pubic hair were wet. Seeing that I still couldn't ejaculate, she told me to go pee. And I did! I peed, and when I went back in, I ejaculated almost immediately. That was my first time with my mother. After that, we did it a few more times, trying different positions and gradually finding enjoyment in sex. But my mother never gave me oral sex, saying she couldn't accept it, which puzzled us. A year later, I finally made love with my mom! Of course, I also got into the city's top high school on a government scholarship!"Mom, can you reward me tonight?" I couldn't hear anything after that. No way! My heart ached, and tears of grievance streamed down my face. I'm usually easygoing, but when I'm stubborn, nothing can sway me. In revenge, I stopped attending tutoring classes, and the teacher called my mother again. That day, I went swimming with my classmates and was very tired when I got home, so I went to bed early. When I woke up, I found that my mother had already prepared dinner. We ate in silence, still sulking. "Dongdong, you're studying for yourself, not for me, understand? With a good job in the future, what kind of wife can't you find?" "No, I just love you. Mom, you don't keep your word, what's the point of reasoning with me?" "You... Fine, this is terrible. Come over later." I felt like I heard some good news. I was quite surprised. I really didn't expect my usually stubborn mother to give in to me, her son. Maybe it's just because I'm her son. I looked at my mother excitedly, feeling incredibly happy. After my mother finished cleaning up the dishes, I couldn't wait to go into her bedroom. I was only wearing underwear, while my mother was wearing a nightgown. So sexy. After we lay down, I eagerly took off my underwear. My penis seemed to beckon to my mother's little hand, throbbing. This time, my mother was very romantic. She gently grasped my penis and, with her eyes closed, began to stroke it up and down. Having had experience before, I was much more relaxed this time, and my body wasn't as stiff as it had been the first time. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around my mother's neck, and with my other hand, I reached through her nightgown to caress her beautiful breasts. This time, my mother didn't resist. She kept her eyes closed, her face flushed. I sometimes flicked her nipples, sometimes squeezed her breasts. My mother started breathing heavily, and I said, "Mom, I love you, Mom, it feels so good, Mom, faster, Mom, I'm going to cum, Mom." This was the second time my mother had masturbated me. But the effect was completely different from before. I sensed that my mother also had a need. However, I was too young then and didn't have the courage to ask further. Although I looked down on myself, I just didn't have the guts. As time went by, I ranked third in the mid-term exams of my third year of junior high school, and our relationship became more natural, with the frequency increasing from once every few months to once a week. As a reward and encouragement, my mother gradually accepted masturbating me. Gradually, she compromised. The worst thing is habit; once everything is assimilated, things are easily accepted. Several times, my mother looked at me affectionately, her eyes full of love. Sometimes when I kissed her cheek, she wasn't as resistant as before. Only when I kissed her lips would she push me away with her lips tightly closed. Before I knew it, the final exams were approaching, and my first choice was the top key high school in the city. To be honest, I felt almost certain of getting in. Even if I didn't get in on a government scholarship, paying for it myself shouldn't be a problem. We had a three-day holiday to study freely and relieve stress. Over the past year, our bond has grown significantly, and I felt it was time to launch the final offensive. On the first day of the holiday, Mom worked the night shift. I lay in bed for half the day, skipping lunch. After making dinner, she went to work, and I ate out, reading some erotic novels and reflecting on the changes in Mom over the past year. I told myself, "This is it, everything depends on tomorrow." If I succeed, great; if not, we'll just have to maintain the status quo. The next day, Mom came home and found the food untouched. She worried and asked what was wrong. I said nothing, I just didn't feel like eating. "But you can't go a whole day without eating," she said. "I'm under a lot of pressure, afraid I won't do well on the exam." "Just do your best, Dongdong, Mom believes in you." But suddenly, I felt uncertain, I don't know why. "Mom, could you cook for me just this once?" "You little brat, how often are you doing this? Wait until after your exams, doing this too much will tire you out." "No, please, let me relax. I feel like a huge weight is pressing down on me, I can't breathe. Mom, please, just let me relax." Saying this, I got up, drew the curtains, and took off my underwear; my erect penis was already standing up. I pulled Mom onto my bed and removed her clothes one by one. Mom was used to me masturbating her while she was only wearing her underwear, so she didn't resist. She expertly grasped my penis and started stroking it. Today, I was careful; I had ejaculated earlier, and with the mental preparation I'd done beforehand, I was confident this time would last a long time. My mother's hand was stroking me below, and I moaned softly, my mouth full of lewd words, "Mom, I want to fuck your pussy, Mom, are you wet down there? Mom, Mom, I want to lick your pussy." Before, I'd only ever said I wanted to fuck her, but this time I dared to say anything, because with final exams approaching, she couldn't possibly discourage me at this time. With each of my lewd words, my mother's desire intensified. It felt incredibly good. Seeing the time was right, I lowered my head and sucked on her hardened nipple, teasing it with my tongue, sometimes gently biting, sometimes sucking. Her white breasts were covered in my saliva. My other hand moved down, and my mother, somewhat lost in the ecstasy of my licking, repeatedly pulled her hand away from my penis, seemingly only concerned with her own pleasure. My hand slid down her cotton panties, instinctively squeezing my legs together. "What are you doing?" "Mom, please, I love you so much, I want your pussy. It's the end of the exam, just let me relax completely this once." Mom slowly opened her legs, and through the thick pubic hair, I touched a woman's labia for the first time. My fingertips continued to explore inside, wow, it was full of vaginal fluid, I was secretly delighted. My two fingers, like two little fish, stirred back and forth inside Mom's vagina. Mom's face was flushed, her lips slightly parted, her eyes tightly closed. I didn't know when Mom had stopped masturbating me, and my tongue wandered from her left breast to her right breast. My tongue traced every inch of her skin as I moved downwards. I was exhausted; my tongue had to roam, my hands had to keep probing, and I was afraid that stopping would awaken my mother and cause her to resist again. I broke down her last line of defense. The way her legs were half-closed gave me hope. Following the plot of the novel, I spread her legs apart, revealing thick pubic hair and glistening, dark brown labia. I gently parted her labia majora, revealing a milky-white clitoris that was already swollen. To be honest, her labia minora were still very tender. I completely lost my mind and took one of my mother's labia minora into my mouth, only to find it salty inside. "Don't do that, it's dirty." "No, Mom's pussy smells so good, I love to eat it, let your son eat his fill." I ignored her and just kept licking. I nibbled at her clitoris, sucked on her labia, and licked her vagina, my tongue diligently probing inside, stirring constantly. Mom seemed greatly agitated, shaking her head and crying out, "No, no... Ahh... It's terrible, it's awful... Ah Dongdong, please stop licking, Mom begs you!" Her words only fueled my lust. Though she said no, she thrust her hips upwards forcefully, trying to allow my tongue to penetrate deeper. I felt the time was right, and like in the movies, I thrust my erect penis inside! First, I was a virgin, my glans and penis were very tender, I couldn't find the entrance, and it hurt a lot. I was sweating with anxiety. Second, I was terrified that Mom would suddenly regain her senses and fight back desperately—that was my biggest worry. But my worries seemed unnecessary. Mom slightly arched her back, and my tight penis penetrated halfway. Mom cried out, "Ah!" Then I felt her juices envelop my penis; it was warm and wet inside. With another thrust, I inserted it all the way in. The sentence I remember most clearly at that moment was a line from a novel I once read: "I'm back!" I was like a raging bull, charging headlong into things. Although I knew many positions from novels and movies, I still opted for the most conservative missionary position this time. Feeling my penis going in and out of my mother's vagina was fucking amazing; for a long time, I wondered if I was dreaming. I lowered my head and kissed my mother's lips. Overwhelmed by the pleasure of my thrusts, she involuntarily stuck out her tongue, and my mouth, still wet with her juices, transferred the sensation to her. We made love wildly for over 40 minutes. My mother came twice, and in the end, both of our pubic hair were wet. Seeing that I still couldn't ejaculate, she told me to go pee. And I did! I peed, and when I went back in, I ejaculated almost immediately. That was my first time with my mother. After that, we did it a few more times, trying different positions and gradually finding enjoyment in sex. But my mother never gave me oral sex, saying she couldn't accept it, which puzzled us. A year later, I finally made love with my mom! Of course, I also got into the city's top high school on a government scholarship!"Mom, can you reward me tonight?" I couldn't hear anything after that. No way! My heart ached, and tears of grievance streamed down my face. I'm usually easygoing, but when I'm stubborn, nothing can sway me. In revenge, I stopped attending tutoring classes, and the teacher called my mother again. That day, I went swimming with my classmates and was very tired when I got home, so I went to bed early. When I woke up, I found that my mother had already prepared dinner. We ate in silence, still sulking. "Dongdong, you're studying for yourself, not for me, understand? With a good job in the future, what kind of wife can't you find?" "No, I just love you. Mom, you don't keep your word, what's the point of reasoning with me?" "You... Fine, this is terrible. Come over later." I felt like I heard some good news. I was quite surprised. I really didn't expect my usually stubborn mother to give in to me, her son. Maybe it's just because I'm her son. I looked at my mother excitedly, feeling incredibly happy. After my mother finished cleaning up the dishes, I couldn't wait to go into her bedroom. I was only wearing underwear, while my mother was wearing a nightgown. So sexy. After we lay down, I eagerly took off my underwear. My penis seemed to beckon to my mother's little hand, throbbing. This time, my mother was very romantic. She gently grasped my penis and, with her eyes closed, began to stroke it up and down. Having had experience before, I was much more relaxed this time, and my body wasn't as stiff as it had been the first time. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around my mother's neck, and with my other hand, I reached through her nightgown to caress her beautiful breasts. This time, my mother didn't resist. She kept her eyes closed, her face flushed. I sometimes flicked her nipples, sometimes squeezed her breasts. My mother started breathing heavily, and I said, "Mom, I love you, Mom, it feels so good, Mom, faster, Mom, I'm going to cum, Mom." This was the second time my mother had masturbated me. But the effect was completely different from before. I sensed that my mother also had a need. However, I was too young then and didn't have the courage to ask further. Although I looked down on myself, I just didn't have the guts. As time went by, I ranked third in the mid-term exams of my third year of junior high school, and our relationship became more natural, with the frequency increasing from once every few months to once a week. As a reward and encouragement, my mother gradually accepted masturbating me. Gradually, she compromised. The worst thing is habit; once everything is assimilated, things are easily accepted. Several times, my mother looked at me affectionately, her eyes full of love. Sometimes when I kissed her cheek, she wasn't as resistant as before. Only when I kissed her lips would she push me away with her lips tightly closed. Before I knew it, the final exams were approaching, and my first choice was the top key high school in the city. To be honest, I felt almost certain of getting in. Even if I didn't get in on a government scholarship, paying for it myself shouldn't be a problem. We had a three-day holiday to study freely and relieve stress. Over the past year, our bond has grown significantly, and I felt it was time to launch the final offensive. On the first day of the holiday, Mom worked the night shift. I lay in bed for half the day, skipping lunch. After making dinner, she went to work, and I ate out, reading some erotic novels and reflecting on the changes in Mom over the past year. I told myself, "This is it, everything depends on tomorrow." If I succeed, great; if not, we'll just have to maintain the status quo. The next day, Mom came home and found the food untouched. She worried and asked what was wrong. I said nothing, I just didn't feel like eating. "But you can't go a whole day without eating," she said. "I'm under a lot of pressure, afraid I won't do well on the exam." "Just do your best, Dongdong, Mom believes in you." But suddenly, I felt uncertain, I don't know why. "Mom, could you cook for me just this once?" "You little brat, how often are you doing this? Wait until after your exams, doing this too much will tire you out." "No, please, let me relax. I feel like a huge weight is pressing down on me, I can't breathe. Mom, please, just let me relax." Saying this, I got up, drew the curtains, and took off my underwear; my erect penis was already standing up. I pulled Mom onto my bed and removed her clothes one by one. Mom was used to me masturbating her while she was only wearing her underwear, so she didn't resist. She expertly grasped my penis and started stroking it. Today, I was careful; I had ejaculated earlier, and with the mental preparation I'd done beforehand, I was confident this time would last a long time. My mother's hand was stroking me below, and I moaned softly, my mouth full of lewd words, "Mom, I want to fuck your pussy, Mom, are you wet down there? Mom, Mom, I want to lick your pussy." Before, I'd only ever said I wanted to fuck her, but this time I dared to say anything, because with final exams approaching, she couldn't possibly discourage me at this time. With each of my lewd words, my mother's desire intensified. It felt incredibly good. Seeing the time was right, I lowered my head and sucked on her hardened nipple, teasing it with my tongue, sometimes gently biting, sometimes sucking. Her white breasts were covered in my saliva. My other hand moved down, and my mother, somewhat lost in the ecstasy of my licking, repeatedly pulled her hand away from my penis, seemingly only concerned with her own pleasure. My hand slid down her cotton panties, instinctively squeezing my legs together. "What are you doing?" "Mom, please, I love you so much, I want your pussy. It's the end of the exam, just let me relax completely this once." Mom slowly opened her legs, and through the thick pubic hair, I touched a woman's labia for the first time. My fingertips continued to explore inside, wow, it was full of vaginal fluid, I was secretly delighted. My two fingers, like two little fish, stirred back and forth inside Mom's vagina. Mom's face was flushed, her lips slightly parted, her eyes tightly closed. I didn't know when Mom had stopped masturbating me, and my tongue wandered from her left breast to her right breast. My tongue traced every inch of her skin as I moved downwards. I was exhausted; my tongue had to roam, my hands had to keep probing, and I was afraid that stopping would awaken my mother and cause her to resist again. I broke down her last line of defense. The way her legs were half-closed gave me hope. Following the plot of the novel, I spread her legs apart, revealing thick pubic hair and glistening, dark brown labia. I gently parted her labia majora, revealing a milky-white clitoris that was already swollen. To be honest, her labia minora were still very tender. I completely lost my mind and took one of my mother's labia minora into my mouth, only to find it salty inside. "Don't do that, it's dirty." "No, Mom's pussy smells so good, I love to eat it, let your son eat his fill." I ignored her and just kept licking. I nibbled at her clitoris, sucked on her labia, and licked her vagina, my tongue diligently probing inside, stirring constantly. Mom seemed greatly agitated, shaking her head and crying out, "No, no... Ahh... It's terrible, it's awful... Ah Dongdong, please stop licking, Mom begs you!" Her words only fueled my lust. Though she said no, she thrust her hips upwards forcefully, trying to allow my tongue to penetrate deeper. I felt the time was right, and like in the movies, I thrust my erect penis inside! First, I was a virgin, my glans and penis were very tender, I couldn't find the entrance, and it hurt a lot. I was sweating with anxiety. Second, I was terrified that Mom would suddenly regain her senses and fight back desperately—that was my biggest worry. But my worries seemed unnecessary. Mom slightly arched her back, and my tight penis penetrated halfway. Mom cried out, "Ah!" Then I felt her juices envelop my penis; it was warm and wet inside. With another thrust, I inserted it all the way in. The sentence I remember most clearly at that moment was a line from a novel I once read: "I'm back!" I was like a raging bull, charging headlong into things. Although I knew many positions from novels and movies, I still opted for the most conservative missionary position this time. Feeling my penis going in and out of my mother's vagina was fucking amazing; for a long time, I wondered if I was dreaming. I lowered my head and kissed my mother's lips. Overwhelmed by the pleasure of my thrusts, she involuntarily stuck out her tongue, and my mouth, still wet with her juices, transferred the sensation to her. We made love wildly for over 40 minutes. My mother came twice, and in the end, both of our pubic hair were wet. Seeing that I still couldn't ejaculate, she told me to go pee. And I did! I peed, and when I went back in, I ejaculated almost immediately. That was my first time with my mother. After that, we did it a few more times, trying different positions and gradually finding enjoyment in sex. But my mother never gave me oral sex, saying she couldn't accept it, which puzzled us. A year later, I finally made love with my mom! Of course, I also got into the city's top high school on a government scholarship!"Dongdong, you're studying for yourself, not for me, understand? With a good job in the future, what kind of wife can't you find?" "No, I just love you. Mom, you don't keep your word, what's the point of reasoning with me?" "You... alright, what a mess. Come over here later." I felt like I'd heard some great news. I was overwhelmed with emotion. I never expected my usually stubborn mother to compromise with her child. Maybe it's just because I'm her son. I looked at my mother excitedly, feeling incredibly happy. After my mother finished cleaning up the dishes, I eagerly went into her bedroom. I was only wearing underwear, and my mother was wearing a nightgown. So sexy. After we lay down, I couldn't wait to take off my underwear. My penis seemed to be beckon to my mother's little hand, throbbing. This time, my mother was very romantic. She gently grasped my penis and, with her eyes closed, began to stroke it up and down. Having had the experience before, I was much more relaxed this time, and my body wasn't as stiff as it had been the first time. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around my mother's neck, and with my other hand, I reached through her pajamas to caress her beautiful breasts. This time, my mother didn't refuse. She kept her eyes closed, her face flushed. I sometimes flicked her nipples, sometimes squeezed her breasts. My mother started breathing heavily, and I said, "Mom, I love you, Mom, it feels so good, Mom, faster, Mom, I'm going to cum, Mom..." This was the second time my mother had masturbated me. But the effect was completely different from before. I felt that my mother also had needs. But at that time, I was too young, and I really didn't have the courage to ask further. Although I looked down on myself, I just didn't have the guts. As time went by, I got third place in the midterm exams of my third year of junior high school, and my mother and I became more and more natural with each other, and the frequency increased from once every few months to once a week. As a reward and encouragement for me, my mother gradually accepted masturbating me. Gradually, she compromised little by little. The most frightening thing for people is habit; when everything is assimilated, things are easily accepted. Several times, Mom looked at me affectionately, her eyes filled with tenderness. Sometimes when I kissed her cheek, she wasn't as resistant as before. Only when I tried to kiss her lips would she push me away with her lips tightly closed. Before I knew it, the final exams were approaching, and my first choice was the city's top key high school. To be honest, I felt almost certain. Even if I didn't get in on a government scholarship, paying for it myself shouldn't be a problem. We had a three-day break to study freely and relieve the pressure. Over the past year, our "mother-son bond" had grown significantly, and I felt it was time to launch the final offensive. On the first day of the break, Mom worked the night shift. I lay in bed for half the day, skipping lunch. After making dinner, she went to work, and I ate dinner outside, reading some erotic novels, reflecting on the changes in Mom over the past year. I told myself, success or failure hinges on this; let's see what tomorrow brings. If I succeed, great; if not, we'll just have to maintain the status quo. The next day, when Mom came home, she found the food untouched and became worried. She asked me what was wrong. I said nothing, I just didn't feel like eating. "But you can't go a whole day without eating," she said. "I'm under a lot of pressure, afraid I won't do well on the exam." "Dongdong, just do your best, Mom believes in you." But Mom, I suddenly felt uncertain, I don't know why. "Mom, can you cook for me just this once?" "You brat, how often are you doing this now? Wait until after the exam, doing this too much will tire you out." "No, please, let me relax a bit. I feel like a huge weight is pressing down on me, I can't breathe. Mom, please, just let me relax a bit." Saying this, I got up, drew the curtains, and took off my underwear. My erect penis was already standing up. I pulled Mom onto my bed and removed her clothes one by one. Mom was used to me masturbating while she was only wearing her underwear, so she didn't resist. She expertly grasped my penis and began stroking it. I'd been careful today; I'd already had sex this morning, and with the mental preparation I'd given myself, I was confident this time would last a long time. My mother's hand was stroking it below, and I moaned softly, my mouth full of lewd words, "Mommy, I want to fuck your pussy. Mommy, are you wet? Mommy, Mommy, I want to lick your pussy." Before, I'd only ever said I wanted to fuck her, but this time I dared to say anything, because with final exams approaching, she couldn't possibly discourage me now. With each of my lewd words, I increased the intensity of my thrusts. It felt incredibly good. Seeing the time was right, I lowered my head and sucked on her hardened nipple, teasing it with my tongue, sometimes biting, sometimes sucking. Her white breasts were covered in my saliva. My other hand moved down, and my mother, somewhat lost in the ecstasy of my licking, pulled her hand away from my penis several times, seemingly only concerned with her own pleasure. My hand slid down her cotton panties, instinctively squeezing my legs together. "What are you doing?" "Mom, please, I love you so much, I want your pussy. It's the end of the exam, just let me relax completely this once." Mom slowly opened her legs, and through the thick pubic hair, I touched a woman's labia for the first time. My fingertips continued to explore inside, wow, it was full of vaginal fluid, I was secretly delighted. My two fingers, like two little fish, stirred back and forth inside Mom's vagina. Mom's face was flushed, her lips slightly parted, her eyes tightly closed. I didn't know when Mom had stopped masturbating me, and my tongue wandered from her left breast to her right breast. My tongue traced every inch of her skin as I moved downwards. I was exhausted; my tongue had to roam, my hands had to keep probing, and I was afraid that stopping would awaken my mother and cause her to resist again. I broke down her last line of defense. The way her legs were half-closed gave me hope. Following the plot of the novel, I spread her legs apart, revealing thick pubic hair and glistening, dark brown labia. I gently parted her labia majora, revealing a milky-white clitoris that was already swollen. To be honest, her labia minora were still very tender. I completely lost my mind and took one of my mother's labia minora into my mouth, only to find it salty inside. "Don't do that, it's dirty." "No, Mom's pussy smells so good, I love to eat it, let your son eat his fill." I ignored her and just kept licking. I nibbled at her clitoris, sucked on her labia, and licked her vagina, my tongue diligently probing inside, stirring constantly. Mom seemed greatly agitated, shaking her head and crying out, "No, no... Ahh... It's terrible, it's awful... Ah Dongdong, please stop licking, Mom begs you!" Her words only fueled my lust. Though she said no, she thrust her hips upwards forcefully, trying to allow my tongue to penetrate deeper. I felt the time was right, and like in the movies, I thrust my erect penis inside! First, I was a virgin, my glans and penis were very tender, I couldn't find the entrance, and it hurt a lot. I was sweating with anxiety. Second, I was terrified that Mom would suddenly regain her senses and fight back desperately—that was my biggest worry. But my worries seemed unnecessary. Mom slightly arched her back, and my tight penis penetrated halfway. Mom cried out, "Ah!" Then I felt her juices envelop my penis; it was warm and wet inside. With another thrust, I inserted it all the way in. The sentence I remember most clearly at that moment was a line from a novel I once read: "I'm back!" I was like a raging bull, charging headlong into things. Although I knew many positions from novels and movies, I still opted for the most conservative missionary position this time. Feeling my penis going in and out of my mother's vagina was fucking amazing; for a long time, I wondered if I was dreaming. I lowered my head and kissed my mother's lips. Overwhelmed by the pleasure of my thrusts, she involuntarily stuck out her tongue, and my mouth, still wet with her juices, transferred the sensation to her. We made love wildly for over 40 minutes. My mother came twice, and in the end, both of our pubic hair were wet. Seeing that I still couldn't ejaculate, she told me to go pee. And I did! I peed, and when I went back in, I ejaculated almost immediately. That was my first time with my mother. After that, we did it a few more times, trying different positions and gradually finding enjoyment in sex. But my mother never gave me oral sex, saying she couldn't accept it, which puzzled us. A year later, I finally made love with my mom! Of course, I also got into the city's top high school on a government scholarship!"Dongdong, you're studying for yourself, not for me, understand? With a good job in the future, what kind of wife can't you find?" "No, I just love you. Mom, you don't keep your word, what's the point of reasoning with me?" "You... alright, what a mess. Come over here later." I felt like I'd heard some great news. I was overwhelmed with emotion. I never expected my usually stubborn mother to compromise with her child. Maybe it's just because I'm her son. I looked at my mother excitedly, feeling incredibly happy. After my mother finished cleaning up the dishes, I eagerly went into her bedroom. I was only wearing underwear, and my mother was wearing a nightgown. So sexy. After we lay down, I couldn't wait to take off my underwear. My penis seemed to be beckon to my mother's little hand, throbbing. This time, my mother was very romantic. She gently grasped my penis and, with her eyes closed, began to stroke it up and down. Having had the experience before, I was much more relaxed this time, and my body wasn't as stiff as it had been the first time. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around my mother's neck, and with my other hand, I reached through her pajamas to caress her beautiful breasts. This time, my mother didn't refuse. She kept her eyes closed, her face flushed. I sometimes flicked her nipples, sometimes squeezed her breasts. My mother started breathing heavily, and I said, "Mom, I love you, Mom, it feels so good, Mom, faster, Mom, I'm going to cum, Mom..." This was the second time my mother had masturbated me. But the effect was completely different from before. I felt that my mother also had needs. But at that time, I was too young, and I really didn't have the courage to ask further. Although I looked down on myself, I just didn't have the guts. As time went by, I got third place in the midterm exams of my third year of junior high school, and my mother and I became more and more natural with each other, and the frequency increased from once every few months to once a week. As a reward and encouragement for me, my mother gradually accepted masturbating me. Gradually, she compromised little by little. The most frightening thing for people is habit; when everything is assimilated, things are easily accepted. Several times, Mom looked at me affectionately, her eyes filled with tenderness. Sometimes when I kissed her cheek, she wasn't as resistant as before. Only when I tried to kiss her lips would she push me away with her lips tightly closed. Before I knew it, the final exams were approaching, and my first choice was the city's top key high school. To be honest, I felt almost certain. Even if I didn't get in on a government scholarship, paying for it myself shouldn't be a problem. We had a three-day break to study freely and relieve the pressure. Over the past year, our "mother-son bond" had grown significantly, and I felt it was time to launch the final offensive. On the first day of the break, Mom worked the night shift. I lay in bed for half the day, skipping lunch. After making dinner, she went to work, and I ate dinner outside, reading some erotic novels, reflecting on the changes in Mom over the past year. I told myself, success or failure hinges on this; let's see what tomorrow brings. If I succeed, great; if not, we'll just have to maintain the status quo. The next day, when Mom came home, she found the food untouched and became worried. She asked me what was wrong. I said nothing, I just didn't feel like eating. "But you can't go a whole day without eating," she said. "I'm under a lot of pressure, afraid I won't do well on the exam." "Dongdong, just do your best, Mom believes in you." But Mom, I suddenly felt uncertain, I don't know why. "Mom, can you cook for me just this once?" "You brat, how often are you doing this now? Wait until after the exam, doing this too much will tire you out." "No, please, let me relax a bit. I feel like a huge weight is pressing down on me, I can't breathe. Mom, please, just let me relax a bit." Saying this, I got up, drew the curtains, and took off my underwear. My erect penis was already standing up. I pulled Mom onto my bed and removed her clothes one by one. Mom was used to me masturbating while she was only wearing her underwear, so she didn't resist. She expertly grasped my penis and began stroking it. I'd been careful today; I'd already had sex this morning, and with the mental preparation I'd given myself, I was confident this time would last a long time. My mother's hand was stroking it below, and I moaned softly, my mouth full of lewd words, "Mommy, I want to fuck your pussy. Mommy, are you wet? Mommy, Mommy, I want to lick your pussy." Before, I'd only ever said I wanted to fuck her, but this time I dared to say anything, because with final exams approaching, she couldn't possibly discourage me now. With each of my lewd words, I increased the intensity of my thrusts. It felt incredibly good. Seeing the time was right, I lowered my head and sucked on her hardened nipple, teasing it with my tongue, sometimes biting, sometimes sucking. Her white breasts were covered in my saliva. My other hand moved down, and my mother, somewhat lost in the ecstasy of my licking, pulled her hand away from my penis several times, seemingly only concerned with her own pleasure. My hand slid down her cotton panties, instinctively squeezing my legs together. "What are you doing?" "Mom, please, I love you so much, I want your pussy. It's the end of the exam, just let me relax completely this once." Mom slowly opened her legs, and through the thick pubic hair, I touched a woman's labia for the first time. My fingertips continued to explore inside, wow, it was full of vaginal fluid, I was secretly delighted. My two fingers, like two little fish, stirred back and forth inside Mom's vagina. Mom's face was flushed, her lips slightly parted, her eyes tightly closed. I didn't know when Mom had stopped masturbating me, and my tongue wandered from her left breast to her right breast. My tongue traced every inch of her skin as I moved downwards. I was exhausted; my tongue had to roam, my hands had to keep probing, and I was afraid that stopping would awaken my mother and cause her to resist again. I broke down her last line of defense. The way her legs were half-closed gave me hope. Following the plot of the novel, I spread her legs apart, revealing thick pubic hair and glistening, dark brown labia. I gently parted her labia majora, revealing a milky-white clitoris that was already swollen. To be honest, her labia minora were still very tender. I completely lost my mind and took one of my mother's labia minora into my mouth, only to find it salty inside. "Don't do that, it's dirty." "No, Mom's pussy smells so good, I love to eat it, let your son eat his fill." I ignored her and just kept licking. I nibbled at her clitoris, sucked on her labia, and licked her vagina, my tongue diligently probing inside, stirring constantly. Mom seemed greatly agitated, shaking her head and crying out, "No, no... Ahh... It's terrible, it's awful... Ah Dongdong, please stop licking, Mom begs you!" Her words only fueled my lust. Though she said no, she thrust her hips upwards forcefully, trying to allow my tongue to penetrate deeper. I felt the time was right, and like in the movies, I thrust my erect penis inside! First, I was a virgin, my glans and penis were very tender, I couldn't find the entrance, and it hurt a lot. I was sweating with anxiety. Second, I was terrified that Mom would suddenly regain her senses and fight back desperately—that was my biggest worry. But my worries seemed unnecessary. Mom slightly arched her back, and my tight penis penetrated halfway. Mom cried out, "Ah!" Then I felt her juices envelop my penis; it was warm and wet inside. With another thrust, I inserted it all the way in. The sentence I remember most clearly at that moment was a line from a novel I once read: "I'm back!" I was like a raging bull, charging headlong into things. Although I knew many positions from novels and movies, I still opted for the most conservative missionary position this time. Feeling my penis going in and out of my mother's vagina was fucking amazing; for a long time, I wondered if I was dreaming. I lowered my head and kissed my mother's lips. Overwhelmed by the pleasure of my thrusts, she involuntarily stuck out her tongue, and my mouth, still wet with her juices, transferred the sensation to her. We made love wildly for over 40 minutes. My mother came twice, and in the end, both of our pubic hair were wet. Seeing that I still couldn't ejaculate, she told me to go pee. And I did! I peed, and when I went back in, I ejaculated almost immediately. That was my first time with my mother. After that, we did it a few more times, trying different positions and gradually finding enjoyment in sex. But my mother never gave me oral sex, saying she couldn't accept it, which puzzled us. A year later, I finally made love with my mom! Of course, I also got into the city's top high school on a government scholarship!This time, Mom was very romantic. She gently grasped my penis and, with her eyes closed, began to stroke it up and down. Having had experience before, I was much more relaxed this time, and my body wasn't as stiff as it had been the first time. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around Mom's neck, and with my other hand, I reached through her nightgown and caressed her beautiful breasts. This time, Mom didn't refuse. She kept her eyes closed, her face flushed. I would sometimes flick her nipples, sometimes squeeze her breasts. Mom started breathing heavily, and I would say, "Mom, I love you, Mom, it feels so good, Mom, faster, Mom, I'm going to cum, Mom..." This was the second time Mom had masturbated me. But the effect was completely different from before. I sensed that Mom also had needs. But at the time, I was too young, too young, and I really didn't have the courage to ask further. Although I looked down on myself, I just didn't have the guts. As time went by, I got third place in the junior high school midterm exams, and our relationship became more and more natural, with the frequency increasing from once every few months to once a week. As a reward and encouragement for me, Mom gradually accepted masturbating me. Gradually, she compromised little by little. The hardest thing for people is habit; once everything is assimilated, things become easier to accept. Several times, my mother looked at me affectionately, her eyes filled with tenderness. Sometimes when I kissed her cheek, she wasn't as resistant as before. Only when I tried to kiss her lips would she push me away with her lips tightly closed. In the blink of an eye, the final exams were approaching, and my first choice was the city's top key high school. To be honest, I felt almost certain. Even if I didn't get in on a government scholarship, paying for it myself shouldn't be a problem. We had a three-day break to study freely and relieve the pressure. Over the past year, our "mother-son bond" had grown significantly, and I felt it was time to launch the final offensive. On the first day of the break, my mother worked the night shift. I lay in bed for half the day, skipping lunch. After making dinner, she went to work, and I ate dinner outside, reading the plot and dialogue of a erotic novel. Thinking about the changes in my mother over the past year, I told myself, success or failure hinges on this. It all depends on tomorrow. If I succeed, great; if not, we'll just have to maintain the status quo. The next day, when Mom came home, she found the food untouched and became worried. She asked me what was wrong. I said nothing, I just didn't feel like eating. "But you can't go a whole day without eating," she said. "I'm under a lot of pressure, afraid I won't do well on the exam." "Dongdong, just do your best, Mom believes in you." But Mom, I suddenly felt uncertain, I don't know why. "Mom, can you cook for me just this once?" "You brat, how often are you doing this now? Wait until after the exam, doing this too much will tire you out." "No, please, let me relax a bit. I feel like a huge weight is pressing down on me, I can't breathe. Mom, please, just let me relax a bit." Saying this, I got up, drew the curtains, and took off my underwear. My erect penis was already standing up. I pulled Mom onto my bed and removed her clothes one by one. Mom was used to me masturbating while she was only wearing her underwear, so she didn't resist. She expertly grasped my penis and began stroking it. I'd been careful today; I'd already had sex this morning, and with the mental preparation I'd given myself, I was confident this time would last a long time. My mother's hand was stroking it below, and I moaned softly, my mouth full of lewd words, "Mommy, I want to fuck your pussy. Mommy, are you wet? Mommy, Mommy, I want to lick your pussy." Before, I'd only ever said I wanted to fuck her, but this time I dared to say anything, because with final exams approaching, she couldn't possibly discourage me now. With each of my lewd words, I increased the intensity of my thrusts. It felt incredibly good. Seeing the time was right, I lowered my head and sucked on her hardened nipple, teasing it with my tongue, sometimes biting, sometimes sucking. Her white breasts were covered in my saliva. My other hand moved down, and my mother, somewhat lost in the ecstasy of my licking, pulled her hand away from my penis several times, seemingly only concerned with her own pleasure. My hand slid down her cotton panties, instinctively squeezing my legs together. "What are you doing?" "Mom, please, I love you so much, I want your pussy. It's the end of the exam, just let me relax completely this once." Mom slowly opened her legs, and through the thick pubic hair, I touched a woman's labia for the first time. My fingertips continued to explore inside, wow, it was full of vaginal fluid, I was secretly delighted. My two fingers, like two little fish, stirred back and forth inside Mom's vagina. Mom's face was flushed, her lips slightly parted, her eyes tightly closed. I didn't know when Mom had stopped masturbating me, and my tongue wandered from her left breast to her right breast. My tongue traced every inch of her skin as I moved downwards. I was exhausted; my tongue had to roam, my hands had to keep probing, and I was afraid that stopping would awaken my mother and cause her to resist again. I broke down her last line of defense. The way her legs were half-closed gave me hope. Following the plot of the novel, I spread her legs apart, revealing thick pubic hair and glistening, dark brown labia. I gently parted her labia majora, revealing a milky-white clitoris that was already swollen. To be honest, her labia minora were still very tender. I completely lost my mind and took one of my mother's labia minora into my mouth, only to find it salty inside. "Don't do that, it's dirty." "No, Mom's pussy smells so good, I love to eat it, let your son eat his fill." I ignored her and just kept licking. I nibbled at her clitoris, sucked on her labia, and licked her vagina, my tongue diligently probing inside, stirring constantly. Mom seemed greatly agitated, shaking her head and crying out, "No, no... Ahh... It's terrible, it's awful... Ah Dongdong, please stop licking, Mom begs you!" Her words only fueled my lust. Though she said no, she thrust her hips upwards forcefully, trying to allow my tongue to penetrate deeper. I felt the time was right, and like in the movies, I thrust my erect penis inside! First, I was a virgin, my glans and penis were very tender, I couldn't find the entrance, and it hurt a lot. I was sweating with anxiety. Second, I was terrified that Mom would suddenly regain her senses and fight back desperately—that was my biggest worry. But my worries seemed unnecessary. Mom slightly arched her back, and my tight penis penetrated halfway. Mom cried out, "Ah!" Then I felt her juices envelop my penis; it was warm and wet inside. With another thrust, I inserted it all the way in. The sentence I remember most clearly at that moment was a line from a novel I once read: "I'm back!" I was like a raging bull, charging headlong into things. Although I knew many positions from novels and movies, I still opted for the most conservative missionary position this time. Feeling my penis going in and out of my mother's vagina was fucking amazing; for a long time, I wondered if I was dreaming. I lowered my head and kissed my mother's lips. Overwhelmed by the pleasure of my thrusts, she involuntarily stuck out her tongue, and my mouth, still wet with her juices, transferred the sensation to her. We made love wildly for over 40 minutes. My mother came twice, and in the end, both of our pubic hair were wet. Seeing that I still couldn't ejaculate, she told me to go pee. And I did! I peed, and when I went back in, I ejaculated almost immediately. That was my first time with my mother. After that, we did it a few more times, trying different positions and gradually finding enjoyment in sex. But my mother never gave me oral sex, saying she couldn't accept it, which puzzled us. A year later, I finally made love with my mom! Of course, I also got into the city's top high school on a government scholarship!This time, Mom was very romantic. She gently grasped my penis and, with her eyes closed, began to stroke it up and down. Having had experience before, I was much more

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