[Urban] Mother and Child Concentration Camp (Complete) - 1

My name is Zhao

Dalong, and I'm a boy from Dalian. I've lived in Dalian for 20 years. My father's name is Zhao Wenli, he's 48 years old, and he's a low-level cadre in a government department.

My mother's name is Tang Ying, she's 46 years old, and she's a primary school teacher. I also have an older sister named Zhao Wenwen, who is two years older than me. I've always been a good student, always ranking first in the school every year, perhaps because my mother is a teacher. I matured very early. Ever since I secretly watched a pornographic videotape that my father brought home when I was in fifth grade (there were no VCDs back then), I can't understand how I felt as a child. Looking back now, that videotape seems so ordinary, just two foreigners having sex, but I couldn't control myself.

I started masturbating, collecting pornographic novels and pictures, and even secretly watching my parents having sex. I remember that many martial arts stories at the time contained erotic descriptions. For example, the first erotic novel I read was "The Little Witch" by Liu Canyang. I don't know if it was really written by Liu Canyang, but the long passages of erotic descriptions were very exciting.

I've read many novels translated from Japanese, and many of these translated stories revolve around mothers and children. I've never had a good impression of the Japanese, but their stories are indeed quite good, whether true or fictional. The bold descriptions of mothers, the incredibly stimulating act of having sex with one's mother, and the vivid writing are all captivating. I started

fantasizing about having sex with my mother, but I didn't. In China, that would be absolutely outrageous, and even in my fantasies, it's immoral. I couldn't control myself, so I wrote down my fantasies. At first, I wrote about having sex with my neighbor, then I wrote about my neighbor having sex with her son. Later, my thinking broadened, and I not only wrote about my neighbor's family having incestuous sex, but also about my neighbor having sex with her dog (this idea came from the story of "The Case of Judge Bao"). Finally, I started writing about having sex with my mother, and even swapping mothers with my classmates.

My studies took a sharp downturn. By sixth grade, my grades were terrible. My mother disciplined me strictly, but it was no use. I even thought pornography was like opium, completely addictive. Then my mother found my novels. It happened during school; she secretly opened my drawer and found my diary. She had initially thought I was in a relationship, but she discovered what I had written.

Especially the stories about incest with my mother and swapping mothers with a classmate. My mother was furious. She burned everything I had written and gave me a severe beating. But she couldn't subdue me anymore. I was 14 years old; I didn't cry or beg for mercy. After the

beating, my mother began to discipline me strictly. She studied with me every day and patiently lectured me, saying I was still young and shouldn't go astray, that the family was waiting for me to succeed. I could only vaguely agree. To my surprise, my mother didn't tell my father about it.

Later, my father went to work in Jilin. It was a promotion, and he was only going to stay for a little over a year, which was exactly the year I started junior high school. I was still the same as before, still not doing well in school, always hovering at the bottom of the class. My older sister was a very good student, always in the top three in her junior high class, so it was normal for her to get into a key high school. My sister also talked to me about studying, but I just couldn't forget my story, my very bad fantasies. Sometimes I would secretly hide under the covers at midnight, write down my fantasies with a flashlight, or read novels I borrowed from my classmates. Actually, I didn't care much about the pictures. When I was at home, I could see my mother's body. Because my mother didn't take good care of herself, she had some extra fat around her waist, but her breasts and buttocks were very large, especially her breasts, which were very shapely, not only large but also firm. Even with my sister and me sucking on them, they were still more beautiful than many women.

Later, my mother had no choice. I was incorrigible, and as a teacher, it was truly shameful for her son to be a poor student. So, she promised to let me watch videos if I got first place. We had several pornographic tapes at home, which my mother had hidden after discovering my past. I never knew where she hid them.

From then on, I started studying hard. I'm not stupid, just a little careless. With my older sister tutoring me, my grades steadily improved. By the end of the semester, I actually got first place in the whole school! This became the talk of the school, as it was almost impossible; no student had ever improved their grades so much.

I made my mother proud. I asked her to keep her promise, but she initially refused. After my repeated requests, she finally showed me the tapes three times. She would lock me in the house alone, then go out and come back half an hour later.

The third time I watched the video, I heard my mother open the door. I didn't hide my erect penis outside, nor did I stop masturbating. I'd read many novels with similar plots where the mother sees her son's penis and becomes unable to control herself; I hoped the story could continue in real life.

My mother came in, startled. She clearly hadn't expected me to masturbate, or that I already had such a large penis. She turned off the video recorder, blushed, and gently tapped my head, saying, "Bad son! You need to study hard!"

Looking at her flushed face, I felt she suddenly became incredibly alluring. I don't know what came over me; perhaps it was youthful impulsiveness. I suddenly hugged my mother and kissed her face.

She was clearly stunned by my action and pushed me away forcefully. I hugged her again.

"Mom, I want you!"

"What did you say! I'm your mother!"

That was the end of that situation. From then on, my mother tried to avoid being alone with me. I knew what she was afraid of, but my heart seemed to be under some kind of spell; I just couldn't concentrate on my studies anymore. My grades kept declining, eventually dropping to below 100th in the school. With those grades, I couldn't even get into a regular high school. My mother disciplined me repeatedly, but I didn't know what was wrong with me. When my mother told me to study hard, I made it a condition that I have sex with her.

My mother disagreed, of course she disagreed. She's very traditional, and she's a teacher. I don't know if all teachers are willing to "pretend" (I later discovered this when I had sex with my teacher, Yue Qin). My mother just kept lecturing me, never wanting to have sex with me.

I don't know if it was right for me to pressure my mother like that. Actually, I didn't do it on purpose; my grades just kept dropping. Until I was below 200th in the school, from first to below 200th, which the teachers couldn't understand. The teachers started to give up on me because with those grades, I couldn't get into high school, even a regular one.

My mother started disciplining me. Since I was in my final year of junior high, she talked to me repeatedly, hoping I would study hard. But every time she brought it up, I threatened to have sex with her. The first time I told her this, she slapped me hard, but I didn't flinch.

I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I didn't know why I couldn't concentrate on my studies and kept staring at my mother in the summer.

In the summer, my mother liked to wear white t-shirts. I never imagined my mother's breasts were so alluring. If they were just big, that would be one thing, but for a woman in her forties, her breasts were still remarkably firm. Although she had started to have some extra fat around her waist, her breasts hadn't deformed at all.

Because my older sister was already in her second year of a top-tier high school, the teachers started comparing me to her, Zhao Wenwen. Most of the time, they were surprised that my sister was so good and my brother so bad.

Another half-semester passed, and my grades continued to decline.

My mother finally couldn't take it anymore. For my sake, to get into a top-tier middle school, on the night my grades were released in the first semester of my final year of junior high, she held my appalling report card and had a long talk with me.

Once again, she pleaded with me earnestly, and once again, she cried. That night, I cried too.

I told my mother that I wanted to study hard, but I just didn't know why, I was just thinking about her.

My mother seemed to be trying very hard, her voice very soft: "As long as you get into a top-tier high school, Mom will do whatever you want!"

I could hardly believe my ears; I stared blankly at my mother.

She had already turned her head away, no longer looking at me.

I whispered, "Mom, are you serious?"

My mother nodded. "Study hard!"

Then she went back to her room.

My heart felt like it was under a spell; a strong conviction filled me. With my grades, getting into high school was impossible, absolutely impossible.

I started working hard, studying only four hours a day to catch up on all the lessons I had missed. During holidays, my sister would also come home to tutor me in English and math. I wondered if she knew about my "agreement" with my mother. If she did, would she still have tried so hard to help me?

I created a "miracle" at our middle school, ranking eighth in the entire school and getting into a top high school in Dalian. When the results came out, the whole school was in an uproar. My homeroom teacher was beaming with joy and was the first to call my mother.

I spent the entire holiday in high spirits, feeling smug and flattered by all the praise and honors.

It was a Monday before I was to start high school. My father, knowing I was going to high school, called to say he would be home the day after tomorrow. My heart jumped into my throat because my agreement with my mother hadn't been fulfilled, and also because I was so happy. I hadn't asked my mother to have sex with me, but if my father came back, I wouldn't have time to do it with her.

Because my older sister was taking college entrance exams, she went back to school early for extra classes, leaving only my mother and me at home. I started to regret not bringing up the "promise" with my mother sooner.

That night, I secretly left a note on my mother's bed that read, "Mom, you can't go back on your word!"

I think my mother knew what I meant, but she still went out to play mahjong, playing all day and not coming back until very late, after I was already asleep.

Time was running out, so in the morning, I wrote another note: "Mom, I respect you, but you can't go back on your word!"

I don't know why, but my mother accepted it. I think she did. That night, my mother didn't go out to play mahjong; instead, she went back to her room early.

I lay on my bed, quietly waiting for something.

My heart was pounding. I didn't know why, even though I had longed to make love with my mother for a long time, when it was actually time, my heart was incredibly nervous. After all, the person I was going to make love with was my mother who gave birth to me. In Chinese society, that's absolutely unacceptable. (Advertisement: Still using your hands? How can that be enjoyable?) Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, realistic oral sex pleasure experience, highly recommended! Maintain ejaculation sensation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint! Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.

I was terrified. What if Mom really disagreed? What if Mom wouldn't let me have sex with her? What if Mom resisted? I

worried about so many things. I even worried that if Mom had sex with me, she would never talk to me again, or that Mom would do something rash.

By 11 pm, I couldn't hold back anymore. I think my inner demons had completely taken control of me. I quietly made my way to Mom's room.

Standing by Mom's bed, in the faint moonlight, I could see Mom wearing only a bra and panties. A white bra and white panties.

I climbed onto Mom's bed. I didn't know what to do. Although I had watched many movies and read many novels about sex, I had never done it before, and the woman in front of me was my mother.

I thought Mom was asleep. I hoped Mom was asleep; it would be nice to have sex with Mom in my dreams.

I reached for my mother's bra, and my hands trembled.

Suddenly, my mother opened her eyes wide and looked at me.

My heart pounded with anxiety; I didn't know what to do. I thought she had changed her mind, and I knew that if she did, I would have to retreat to my room.

Although many novels depict the rape of mothers, I couldn't. I've always opposed rape; I've always believed that sex should be a pleasurable experience for both parties, how could it cause harm?

I love my mother, I deeply love her, and I cannot hurt her.

But then my mother closed her eyes again and said to me, "Dalong, you must remember, Mom is asleep, and you are asleep too. We are sleepwalking!"

I never expected my mother to say such a thing. My heart pounded like a rabbit's, a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

I took off my clothes—actually, just a large pair of underwear—and gently unhooked my mother's bra and pulled down her underwear. My hands trembled as I did so; I never imagined I would do this.

But I did it anyway. I tried to turn on the light, but my mother stopped me.

In the dim light, I gazed at my mother, who was completely naked.

I had secretly watched her bathe before, but the feeling was entirely different. My mother wasn't conventionally beautiful; she was a woman in her forties, had given birth, and even though she maintained herself well, her figure and appearance were definitely not those of an 18-year-old.

There are many pictures or movies of mature women online these days, but I can't see anything special about them, really, except for obesity. Actually, mature women aren't necessarily exaggeratedly obese. I've said it many times: the difference between a mature woman and a young girl lies in her life experiences, her maturity. And this maturity isn't just about big breasts and a big butt; with today's technology, many young women also have considerable breasts and buttocks.

My mother is 160 cm tall, weighs 55 kg, has large breasts and a large butt, and some extra fat around her waist. But I still love my mother.

Although my mother sometimes appears naked in front of me, and I can see her so closely, she changes clothes in front of me, so I don't have a strong desire for her beautiful breasts. It's her genitals that I'm most interested in, because I rarely see them, and this is the first time I've seen a real woman's genitals so closely.

I pressed my head close to her genitals; they were quite full, perhaps because she gave birth to me. Her pubic hair was thick and black, which stirred my imagination.

Some people compare a woman's pubic hair to a black forest; I don't know if that's accurate. Perhaps women's pubic hair isn't as thick as men's, but what would it feel like to encounter a woman with thick pubic hair?

Some people also like "white tigers"—women without a single pubic hair. I didn't know what kind of woman that was (later, after meeting Bai Yuhou's mother, I learned that white tigers have their advantages, especially during oral sex, but that's a story for later). The women I've seen all have their pubic hair styled, perhaps for performance; after all, I only see pictures and movies.

But my mother was different; she was "purely natural," completely unadorned. The thick fluid gushed from her vulva all the way down to her protruding lower abdomen.

I watched a lot of movies, and I don't know what came over me. It was like an uncontrollable impulse. I suddenly lowered my head and pressed my mouth against my mother's vulva.

My mother clearly hadn't expected me to do this. She tried to move my head away, but she couldn't. My head was buried in her genitals, my hands holding my mother's plump thighs, and my tongue had already begun licking my mother's fleshy labia. Soon, some white fluid appeared from my mother's vulva, salty, and I couldn't tell what it tasted like. I tried to suck it in, licking it hard.

My mother let out a moan. I never expected my mother to moan like that; it was such a soul-stirring sound, a mixture of pain and pleasure, a breath, and a voice. I raised my head, wanting to see my mother's expression, but instead, my mother forcefully pressed my head down to her vulva.

This made it almost impossible for me to breathe. I could only continue licking my mother's labia hard, so hard that I felt the flesh beneath my tongue tear.

As my tongue moved, Mom's trembling grew stronger, and her sounds became increasingly indistinct. I couldn't understand what she was saying.

I lifted my head slightly, allowing me to see Mom's genitals. Mom's genitals were changing with excitement; her labia minora were protruding, glistening with a lot of vaginal fluid, or perhaps my saliva. I parted Mom's thick pubic hair, opened her thick labia, and forcefully thrust my tongue into Mom's vagina. It was a very hot opening, the salty taste mingling with the warm breath; I could barely breathe.

Perhaps my action made Mom even more excited. Especially when I put my tongue into my mother's vagina, she made a sound somewhere between "ah" and "yo." I didn't know if she was at the peak of her excitement, because in movies, no woman makes that sound. Western "she-wolves" always yell "fuck me! fuck me!" while Japanese women's cries are very pitiful (I can't write down what she said because my Japanese isn't very good), like they've been raped, completely devoid of sexual pleasure.

I don't like that kind of thing. Like I've always said, I like sex where both partners are happy; that's the best kind of sex. Maybe Japanese people have sadistic tendencies; the more pitiful a woman's cries, the stronger their pleasure. But I don't like that kind of sex, and I oppose sadism!

I suddenly thought of the scene in the video. I turned around, facing my genitals towards my mother's face, and with one hand, I held my already engorged penis towards her mouth. My mother was in ecstasy and had no idea what I was doing. She opened her mouth and put my penis in her mouth. I only realized it was my penis when it was put in her mouth. My mother wanted to spit it out, but I didn't give her the chance. My body was on top of hers, and with a downward thrust, my penis was deeply inserted into her mouth.

My mother had seen videos about oral sex, because there were scenes of oral sex on the family's videotapes. When she saw me giving her oral sex, and my penis was already in her mouth, she started giving me oral sex too.

I don't know if my mother had ever given my father oral sex. My penis felt unusually warm in my mother's mouth, and there was a kind of suction. I don't know how my mother did it, but it seemed like she was licking my urethra with the tip of her tongue. It was itchy, numb, and both very pleasant and very uncomfortable. I could only give my mother oral sex even harder. I had

never thought about having a woman give me oral sex before. I don't know if it's because I haven't had the opportunity or because I've never thought about it. I like to look at pictures of oral sex and "facial ejaculation," and I've watched a lot of movies, but I think the quality of the pictures and movies varies greatly.

Some of the pictures, in particular, are purely for venting and completely disregard women's feelings. The women in the pictures are clearly unwilling, their expressions showing pain. Some pictures even suggest that women enjoy oral sex or "eating semen" (later, after meeting Yue Qin and others, I learned that some women do enjoy oral sex, and some even enjoy eating semen, just like I enjoy eating women's vaginal fluid.

Haha! Note: vaginal fluid is delicious, but it's not the same as the fluid from a gynecological condition. Vaginal fluid is clear and odorless, while the fluid from a gynecological condition is milky white, like spoiled milk, and has a distinct odor. Men are strongly advised to pay attention to hygiene. If pathological symptoms appear, treatment should be sought as soon as possible. Treatment isn't very complicated. On one hand, it prevents cross-infection between men and women, usually causing itching, which is very bothersome. On the other hand, it can cause gynecological inflammation in women, which not only affects the quality of sex but also has subconscious harm to their health). Imagine the psychological satisfaction of watching your beloved woman completely consume your "life essence"!

My mother held my penis in her hand, her plump hand gripping most of it. What did it feel like to hold her son's penis in that hand that had held chalk for over ten years? I don't know what my mother was thinking. Perhaps she made a "huge sacrifice" for her disobedient son. She saw it as a sacrifice, just a sacrifice. Maybe she just wanted me to "release" my pent-up desires on her, to make a sacrifice so I would study hard and succeed.

But my mother certainly didn't expect that she would actually experience pleasure in front of her son. She didn't expect that simply wanting to have sex with her son quickly, then send him back to his room and try to forget the events of the night wouldn't go as planned. Her son acted like a seasoned sex expert, not only making her wet with just his tongue but also making her perform oral sex on him.

Licking her son's penis, she initially tried to control her thoughts, trying to imagine it as her husband's, but she couldn't. She had given her husband oral sex once or twice, but he never gave her oral sex. Even if she tried to believe it was her husband, who was giving her oral sex?

She held a large part of my penis, leaving only the glans in her mouth. She sucked on the glans, circling it repeatedly with her tongue.

Because her tongue was warm and its surface was uneven, the circles felt tingly. Besides circling, she also used the tip of her tongue to press against my urethra. Perhaps because the flesh inside my urethra was so tender, and because of the many bumps on her tongue, I felt a slight urge to urinate. I had this feeling during masturbation; I knew it meant my "essence" was about to come out.

I didn't want my first time to end like this, and I didn't want to lose face in front of this transaction.

My mother gradually reached her climax; her moans grew louder, her suction intensified, and her fluids increased. I could barely bear the sensation, feeling my erection fully loaded. I looked up; my face was covered in her juices. Her legs trembled more violently, and her voice became more alluring. I knew it was time to strike.

I turned her around abruptly and thrust my now uncontrollable penis into her wet vagina.

She groaned loudly, a slightly exaggerated but incredibly arousing sound.

I loved that sound, truly.

Sex is more than just physical intimacy; it's a vast science. I've always considered it an art, a science. I've never considered sex to be pornographic, vulgar, or something shameful. Throughout history, many have studied this subject. If humanity abandoned sex, not only would it be unable to continue developing, but it would also face numerous other problems.

Sex is a comprehensive exchange between people, encompassing both the physical and the emotional. The pleasure derived from sex is not only from the intercourse between the penis and vagina, but also includes sensations through the eyes, ears, and so on. Therefore, sex should not be conducted in the dark. Although there are pleasures in the dark, the sensations through the eyes are lost.

Some women are reluctant to moan during sex, believing it to be promiscuous and shameful, thus suppressing their pleasure. This is actually detrimental, affecting not only their own sexual pleasure but also failing to stimulate their partner's deeper desire. As stated in the *Hypersexuality Report*, "Muttering without cause can often produce unexpected effects."

My mother made such a sound—a sound you could clearly feel her at the peak of pleasure, a sound of heavenly joy, a sound you could never hear in reality. It was completely genuine, a sound that ignited an endless flame within me, a sound that made me lose control of my body.

I thrust my penis forcefully, my rock-hard member pumping in and out of my mother's wet, wet vagina, trying again and again to reach the bottom of her somewhat enlarged vagina, returning all the love in my heart to my deeply beloved mother.

As I moved, I said, "I can finally fuck Mom!"

I think Mom couldn't understand my words anymore. After so much time had passed, some things in her mind had almost disappeared. The remaining "reason" kept her eyes tightly closed, trying to control herself and not cry out, but she couldn't help herself.

My penis was 18 centimeters long and 5 centimeters thick. Although Mom was over forty, I still felt her vagina was so tight. Although there was so much lubrication, perhaps because Mom was so tense, her vagina felt so comfortable gripping my penis. This was

the first time I had this feeling, the first time I had the opportunity to have sex with a woman. Before, I could only masturbate, but now I had the chance, and it was my mother's vagina! The vagina that gave me life, the vagina that gave me life and now gave me pleasure!

Finally, Mom started crying out again with my somewhat rough thrusts, "Ah...ah..."

I liked hearing Mom cry out like that; it gave me even more pleasure, not physically, but emotionally, because I knew I had made Mom happy.

I'm not a sexually driven person; I just want to bring my mother pleasure. Sex is a form of pleasure, and I don't want my mother to satisfy my own desires, but rather I hope to bring her pleasure. If she weren't happy, I don't think I would keep demanding sex with her. I think I can control myself; I'm sure I can. However, because I believe sex can bring pleasure, and is one of the happiest things for humans, I persist.

I think I'm right. I secretly watched my parents make love. Perhaps they were too familiar with each other, or perhaps my father was already somewhat lacking in energy; their sex life lacked passion. If it was just a habit, then their sex life was merely a routine, no different from eating every day, except that they only did it once a week or even longer.

My mother's moans told me that she was happy; she was beginning to enjoy this pleasure. Perhaps she had experienced this kind of pleasure when she was younger, so it was easy for her to be aroused. I think that with my repeated, forceful thrusts, I must have awakened the pleasure she had felt long ago.

I want to give my mother even greater pleasure.

I got off my mother. Clearly, she didn't want me to leave at this moment, or perhaps she didn't want my penis to leave her vagina. My mother opened her dazed eyes and looked at me. I pulled her up, making her half-crawl on the bed. She seemed dazed, or perhaps she knew what I was about to do. I guess she had watched the "doggy style" sex videotape at home, so she must know what to do.

She said "no," but she still crawled like a puppy. My mother half-knelt by the bed, and I stood on the floor, looking at my kneeling mother. I could never have imagined my mother displaying herself to me in this position before. Her white buttocks were facing me, and even though it was dark, I could see fluid flowing out.

I turned on the light, and the room was suddenly bright. I could see my mother clearly.

She clearly hadn't expected me to turn on the light. She couldn't possibly anticipate so many things. Perhaps because I turned on the light, she became a little shy and closed her kneeling legs, but I could still see her thick pubic hair.

I parted her legs, giving me a little space.

I could see that although Mom had closed her legs, her labia had never closed; they were wet, protruding, and red, as if waiting for my arrival!

I gripped my penis and thrust it into Mom's vagina from behind. I knew that from behind, I could penetrate deeper and move faster.

I thrust forward forcefully, my body slamming heavily against Mom's large buttocks, making a sound of flesh hitting flesh.

Mom cried out "Ah!" and buried her head on the bed. Because of the downward lean of her upper body, her buttocks rose even higher.

I slowly withdrew my penis until the glans was almost leaving Mom's body, then thrust it in hard again.

This went on and on, fast in and slow out, and Mom's cries began to sound like pleading.

I reached out from behind and grasped Mom's breasts, which I loved and that Mom was proud of. Mom was kneeling, her breasts swaying back and forth with my thrusts, a sight that aroused immense desire. I held my mother's breasts, pressing my body tightly against hers, ensuring my penis was fully inside her, not a bit outside.

My penis remained still, only my hands moved, caressing my mother's breasts, one hand kneading her nipple, the other circling her large breasts.

Perhaps my caresses brought my mother some pleasure, for she began to gently wiggle her large buttocks. With her movements, my penis moved slightly inside her.

We maintained this position for about twenty minutes.

My mother began to regain some "consciousness," turning her head to look at me, who was now excited. She hadn't expected me to last so long, nor had she imagined her son could possess such "skills" that could make her lose herself.

She wanted to say something, but in this situation, she didn't know what to say. She just looked at me.

My hands moved from my mother's breasts to her waist, supporting her hips. Because of the extra flesh around her waist, it felt soft and comfortable to the touch.

My mother didn't know what I was doing, and just looked at me.

I held my mother's waist and began my final assault.

This was a technique I learned from the movie "The Sex Hunters," but in that film, there were two men, one in front, the woman giving him oral sex, and the other behind, holding her waist and rapidly thrusting his penis.

The woman made intoxicating sounds under the double assault. That scene was incredibly exciting.

I held my mother's waist and began rocking back and forth. My mother swayed her body back and forth with my hands, and my body moved in and out of her vagina with my penis.

At this point, the speed was very fast, about once per second.

My mother had become somewhat "conscious" and wanted to show her "dignity," but she certainly didn't expect me to do this. After only a dozen or so thrusts, my mother "surrendered."

She forcefully raised her upper body, using both hands to support herself on the bed, so that my penis was almost level with her body. I thrust forcefully, and my mother began to feel unbearable, screaming loudly.

"Ah...ah...faster...faster...yes...ah..."

I casually asked, "Am I still okay, Mom?"

My mother actually replied, "Damn it! You can go whenever you want...faster...!"

Hearing my mother's words, I thrust even faster.

The sounds of my mother's pleasurable moans and the thud of flesh against flesh filled the air on this night, August 23rd!

A day I will never forget.

Half an hour later, I finally ejaculated every last drop of my semen into my mother's vagina!

I lay on top of her, trying to keep my already softening penis inside her. I felt the warmth of my penis inside her. I didn't want to pull it out, because in the videos I'd seen, when a man pulled his penis out of a woman's vagina, his semen would flow out. At that time, I certainly didn't have any desire for my mother to give me a son or daughter; I just believed that "a drop of semen is worth ten drops of blood," and I had to give it to my mother so she could absorb it.

Thinking about it now, I not only find it funny, but I also feel so pure.

My penis was inside my mother's vagina, feeling like it was only halfway inside her deep vagina, but it wasn't coming out. I thrust hard against her, lying on top of her, for a long time, so warm, so comfortable.

At that time, I could almost consider myself the happiest person, not because I had my first sexual experience, nor because I had my first sexual experience with my mother, nor because I possessed or conquered her, but because I believed I loved my mother the most, and I gave her all my love.

My mother buried her head in the bed, motionless. We were so close, pressed together, my hands cupping her proud breasts.

My mother's breasts were my favorite, and something I was very proud of. I had secretly looked at the breasts of many neighbor women, but none were as shapely as my mother's. Although she had started to gain weight, she still maintained such beautiful breasts. I really didn't understand why other mothers' breasts were so unattractive.

My mother lifted her head, and I saw that the sheets were wet. I felt guilty.

I moved away from my mother's body. She turned her body around, her eyes completely closed, not even glancing at me, turning her head inwards. I stood there dumbfounded by the bed, at a loss.

Under the light, my mother lay on her side, her legs together, but white liquid was still seeping from her buttocks. I didn't know if it was my semen or my mother's vaginal fluid.

I lay down beside my mother, hugging her from behind.

She didn't resist, but I knew she was sobbing softly.

I held her tightly, as if I were about to lose her.

I felt my mother's greatness; truly, I began to doubt myself. My mother, for my studies, for my future, was willing to sacrifice her dignity and violate societal morality. Actually, if I hadn't made that request after getting into high school, wouldn't everything have been better?

After a long while, my mother turned around and looked at my face. Her face was still wet with tears, but very red.

I whispered, "I'm sorry, Mom!"

My mother hugged me tightly and said, "Dalong, you must study hard, okay? Everything I have is for you. If you don't study hard, I have no reason to live, okay?"

My mother hugged me, her chest pressed tightly against mine, and once again I felt the greatness of my mother's "heart." I couldn't help but reach out and grasp her chest. Her chest was so large that I couldn't even hold it in one hand. My

mother hugged me even tighter and whispered, "As long as you study hard, Mom will give you anything!"

I felt as if I'd been struck by lightning. Looking at my mother, her face flushed even more, and she avoided my gaze.

I climbed onto her body and said, "Mom, don't worry, I'll definitely study hard."

My mother obediently lay down. Under the light, I could see a voluptuous woman lying on the bed—my mother.

To be honest, my mother wasn't a very beautiful woman (perhaps those who are into this story have seen the photos; I've blurred them to protect her privacy). At least she couldn't compare to many movie stars. But my mother had a strange scent lying on the bed.

Under the light, her skin appeared very white, like a pile of white flesh on the bed. Her breasts were still firm, and her pubic hair was still thick. Perhaps because of the previous vaginal fluid or my semen, her pubic hair was still wet, gleaming black under the light. My mother's hair was beautiful; I never imagined her pubic hair was so beautiful too!

Perhaps it was the wonderful feeling from the oral sex earlier that gave me a deeper understanding of my mother's genitals. I realized that not only could her vagina provide pleasure through penile penetration, but also through the tongue. This pleasure likely came more from giving her pleasure, or from seeing her expression of enjoyment. Again, giving my mother pleasure was far better than giving myself physical pleasure.

I buried my head in my mother's genitals again. She tried to pull away, but for some reason, she didn't. I parted her labia with my hands, and I could clearly see her genitals. Perhaps because of my previous penetration, her vaginal opening wasn't closed yet. I could see the pinkish labia, those fleshy teeth inside—perhaps a woman's second set of teeth, teeth that grip a man's penis, teeth that bring pleasure to a man, teeth that excite a woman.

I couldn't resist any longer and thrust my penis forcefully into my mother's vagina, full of those teeth.

The next day, I slept for half a day. When I woke up, Mom had prepared a lot of my favorite foods. Because of the impulse I had the night before, I felt Mom's love more and more, and I loved her more and more. Actually, I didn't want to use Mom's body to satisfy my sexual desire; I loved Mom and wanted to bring her pleasure.

Dinner was just Mom and me. I deliberately moved the food to the bed and took off all my clothes. Mom didn't like this, but at my insistence, she also took off her clothes. We sat naked on the bed and ate Mom's cooking.

Mom is a great cook, especially my favorite fish. Her sweet and sour fish is my absolute favorite. Mom likes to remove the fish bones and put the fish meat in my mouth. She's always done this since I was little, perhaps because I often got pricked by fish bones when I was little.

Mom then habitually put the boneless fish meat into my mouth, but this time not with chopsticks, but with her own mouth. Mom fed me mouth-to-mouth, and I felt very happy. Actually, what's wrong with such a harmonious and sweet life?

My mother sat on the edge of the bed, her waistline flabby. Beneath her white belly, thick, dark pubic hair grew. I was still caught up in the passion of the night before, especially enjoying the taste of her vaginal fluid. When she started to feel dazed, she liked it when I drank her fluids. I took my chopsticks and reached for her vulva. She didn't know what I was going to do and instinctively flinched. But as I smiled at her, she stopped moving. I used the chopsticks to pick up a bit of her labia, dipped it in her vaginal fluid, and put it in my mouth. Her face flushed instantly. I laughed and said to her, "Mom's fluid is the best."

She replied, "You're such a pervert!"

In this situation, who could be in the mood? I wanted to finish this dinner quickly, but my mother stopped me, worried that I would be hungry. It was so fulfilling, really. Perhaps only a mother can give you such a feeling. She truly loves you, cherishes you wholeheartedly, and gives you everything. This is different from other mature women. Later, I met more and more mature women, perhaps many of whom were prettier than my mother and had better sexual skills, but the feeling of making love with my mother was different.

That night, I took a shower, and my mother was already waiting for me in bed. Although it was only a day's interaction, the familial love and affection accumulated over more than ten years suddenly erupted. I thought that if mother and child didn't hurt each other, then after such "exchange," their relationship would surely be more harmonious, rather than mutually destructive. The greatest human emotion is familial love, and the greatest human love is parental love. Perhaps this is why we have had "Oedipus complexes" and "Oedipus complexes" for thousands of years.

Many people have always opposed incest because it produces many deformed offspring. To ensure the continuation of the human race, people began to reject incest. However, people have overlooked many things, such as the bountiful harvests brought by hybrid crops, and the fact that the Jewish people, who have the highest rate of incest in the world, are among the top incestuous groups—7 out of 20 Nobel laureates are Jewish. This is perhaps the most incomprehensible thing.

When I learned that incest has occurred continuously among humans for thousands of years, I began to study it, treating "incest" as a discipline. Perhaps there are few people like me, but it is a very real issue. This is perhaps why my stories receive more commentary and are more detailed.

Among numerous novels, those featuring mothers and sons are the most numerous, accounting for approximately 60% of all stories. Those who frequent incest forums and story communities have likely noticed this. This is related to the fact that there are more men online in China, and men are more likely than women to boldly express their inner thoughts.

However, in reality, incest between mothers and sons is far less common than between fathers and daughters. This is because the one-child policy is less enforced, leading to fewer cases of incest between siblings. Many people have the desire for incest but lack the ability, focusing instead on those around them, or so-called "mature women." In reality, whether it's an aunt or an older woman, they are not related by blood; it's more about satisfying one's desires.

I despise such people. They want to do it but lack the courage, constantly asking around, and even when they reach a certain age, nothing will come of it. Because they never had the ability to do it in the first place. Sometimes I don't even know what they're discussing with so many fellow incest enthusiasts, inquiring about various date rape drugs—truly cowardly.

I'm not criticizing so many people; perhaps it's because too many only talk the talk but don't walk the walk. Actually, things might not be so difficult. I'm not encouraging incest here; I never meant it. But you should know that the best age for incest with your mother is 15-20. At this age, children are usually loved by their mothers, it's a time for studying, and the mothers aren't too old, their lives are comfortable, and years of family life have allowed them to fully enjoy the pleasures of sex. This is why "thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger." If you miss this "golden age," then it's difficult to even think about it.

My mother lay in bed, and I felt more and more that she was so beautiful and sexy. Although she was still wearing underwear—a white bra and white panties—her white body... I love my mother's body. Her skin is very good; at least I think it's much better than the skin of other mothers in the neighborhood. My mother's breasts and buttocks are what I'm most proud of, because none of my neighbor's mothers are as good as her, even if there's one woman (Dong Guilan) who is thirty years old and has better breasts and buttocks than my mother.

Yesterday, I held my mother's breasts in my hands. Perhaps I've never held such beauty again since I grew up. My mother's breasts nurtured me, and they allow me to repay her with even more pleasure.

I lay down beside my mother and kissed her deeply on the cheek. She'd aged; wrinkles were starting to appear at the corners of her eyes, and her skin was beginning to sag. But her eyes were still large, becoming hazy under my kisses. Her lips were still sensual, trembling with each touch. My hands began to wander, reaching towards her lower body. My mother stopped me, got up, turned off the light, and returned to my side, placing my hand on her genitals. I hadn't expected my mother to be so proactive; it felt wonderful.

"Mom, I really love you!"

she said, looking into my eyes. "Just your mouth!"

"Really? Mom likes my mouth? Where does she like it?" I leaned down and used my mouth to remove her bra. Her breasts escaped the white "shackles," and her nipples were turning reddish-purple, indicating she was becoming aroused.

I gently licked her nipples with my tongue, the tip tracing the small indentation—that must be where the milk would come from. I licked every inch of my mother's breasts with my tongue, from one to the other, from left to right. I felt her body begin to tremble involuntarily. I hadn't expected that even at forty-seven, she was still so sensitive.

"Mom, does it feel good?"

"Don't call me Mom, call me Tang Ying!" There was still a commanding tone in my mother's voice. I think she didn't want her to know she was my mother; she didn't want to bear the "sin" of incest. But I knew she could also feel the pleasure of her son's intense penetration.

I didn't linger on my mother's breasts for long. My hands remained on her breasts, gently pinching her swollen nipples, while my tongue parted the cleft of her labia. I can't forget the way I conquered my mother here, I can't forget the way I led her to orgasm with my tongue, and I can't forget the taste of her juices.

My mother's vulva started to appear somewhat concave due to the thickness of her legs. When I spread her legs apart, her vulva magically protruded outwards. Because her legs were separated, her labia naturally parted, revealing my mother's vagina inside her pink labia.

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