[Urban] Mother and Child Concentration Camp (Complete) - 4

(V)

As I rubbed and sucked, my mother's chest heaved even more, and she made some soft moaning sounds. When I released her breasts and moved my lips downwards, my mother held my head still with her hands and said in a voice that sounded exhausted, "Good son, no, we can't go any further. We'll make a mistake." At

that time, I didn't know what sex was like. I had only seen on TV that a couple was naked, the man on top of the woman, his buttocks moving constantly. I just felt my penis getting hard and wanted to hold my mother's soft body tightly. I knew I wanted to have sex with my mother, but I didn't know exactly how. So when I heard my mother say that, I froze.

Then my mother said again, "Do you want to have sex with me like on TV?" I nodded vigorously. At this moment, Mom sat up, took her pajamas and covered her chest, slowly saying, "Child, we are mother and son, we can't do that." "But, but Mom, you helped me masturbate and let me kiss your breasts, isn't that sex?"

Mom blushed again when she heard me say "masturbate," but she continued, "Yes, Mom shouldn't have done that. Last time I promised to reward you, and I was afraid you'd hurt yourself by holding back, so... But today I don't know what came over me... Anyway, we've already made a mistake, we can't continue down that path, otherwise it'll be... incest."

I knew what incest meant, but hearing it from Mom was still very exciting, and I'd never thought there was anything wrong with incest. So without thinking, I said, "Mom, I love you so much, I like you so much, I want to be with you." Mom said angrily, "No, if you keep doing this, Mom won't talk to you anymore."

I felt like I'd been struck by lightning, all my passion vanished instantly, and I slumped onto the bed, silent. After getting dressed, Mom saw how disappointed I was and felt a pang of guilt. She put her arms around my head and said, "My dear child, Mom loves you very much too. It's all my fault for making you so excited, and...sigh, we really can't do anything to betray your father."

Hearing Mom say this, I was overcome with grief and burst into tears. Between sobs, I said, "Mom, do you know how much I love you? I really need you." Mom was flustered by my crying and could only keep stroking my head, unable to say anything.

After crying for a while, I felt ashamed of myself. I looked up and saw that my mother's eyes were also full of tears. I wiped away her tears and asked, "Mom, do you love me?" "Yes, of course I love you. What mother doesn't love her son?" "Then do you love me more or Dad more?"

My mother thought for a moment and said, "Of course I love you more. You're my own flesh and blood." "Then you love me, and I love you too. Why can't we be together?" "Good child, my love for you is different from my love for your father. You'll understand when you grow up." After saying this, my mother got up and sat on the bed. I knew there was no point in saying anything more, so I gave up.

In the following days, although my mother and I explored all of Qingdao, there was a knot in our hearts, and we weren't very happy. About a week later, we went home.

The summer vacation after my second year of high school passed quickly. My relationship with my mother seemed to have returned to what it was before, but I knew I could never forget that first day in Qingdao. I wonder if my mother felt the same way.

School started, and the workload was overwhelming. I studied mechanically, doing homework and reviewing every day. I became increasingly quiet and withdrawn at home. My dad thought I was becoming more sensible, but my mom could tell I was somewhat distracted.

Soon, National Day arrived, and the school, being lenient, gave us senior students a day off. I remember it was October 1st. My dad had an event at work, so it was just my mom and me at home. I locked myself in my room. I never used to lock my door, but things changed after returning from Qingdao.

After lunch, I went back to my room, unable to concentrate on studying, just lying on my bed randomly flipping through books.

Just then, my mom knocked on the door and said, "It's Mom, open the door." I opened the door and went back to bed.

My mother came over and said to me, "Child, is there anything you want to say to your mother?"

I said defiantly, "I already said what I needed to say in Qingdao."

"Don't you think this is cruel to your mother? Do you think it makes your mother feel better? How do you think your current state makes your mother feel?" The three questions in a row stunned me and made my mother cry. Seeing my mother's tears, I panicked. I

quickly pulled my mother to sit down on the bed, wiped her tears, and said, "Mom, I know it's my fault, but I really can't concentrate on my studies right now, my mind is so chaotic."

My mother looked at me with her red, tear-filled eyes, looking deeply into my eyes, and said, "It's all my fault, I set a bad precedent for you."

I hurriedly said, "No, it's my fault, I've been overthinking all the time, and I've made you worry about me." Hearing this, my mother was moved and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back tightly, and the misunderstanding between mother and son vanished.

As I savored the scent of my mother's hair, she said in a soft voice, "If you still want it, Mom can let you... but I have two conditions."

I was surprised, but I pretended to be calm and said, "Go ahead, Mom."

"First, you must study hard; that's your biggest task right now. Second, Mom and I can't really make love. Mom can let you kiss me and help you with my hands, but we can't have anything else, okay?" I looked at my mother's eyes, which seemed to be glistening with tears again, and said, "No, Mom, I don't want to put you in a difficult position."

"Silly child, how could Mom put you in a difficult position? Don't worry, Mom has made up her mind, just don't let your father know." At this moment, what could I say? I closed my eyes and kissed my mother.

Perhaps because of what she had just said, or perhaps because it had been more than two months since I had kissed my mother, this time it was especially intoxicating, and my mother was even more cooperative than when we were in Qingdao. Of course, my lower body began to get incredibly hard again.

My mother felt it too; she pushed me away, unbuttoned her shirt, and even helped me take off my pants. Just like last time, I rubbed my mother's breasts until she helped me masturbate until I ejaculated. This time I ejaculated a lot, and it felt very good. My mother carefully cleaned me up before getting dressed.

From then on, to avoid disappointing my mother, I focused on my studies again, and my mother would help me masturbate about once a week, sometimes twice, depending on whether there was an opportunity, because we had to hide from my father. Sometimes, if there wasn't enough time, my mother wouldn't take off her clothes, but would let me touch her through her clothes or through them. As the weather got colder, we mostly did it through our clothes.
We developed a tacit understanding. When I really wanted it, I would whisper to her, "Mom, I miss you," while serving her food before dinner. And when my father said he had to go out that night, we would quickly exchange glances, and after he left, my mother would come to my room. All the intimate acts took place in my room. I had asked to do it in the living room or my mother's room, but I was never allowed to.

(VI)

New Year's Day passed in the blink of an eye. In a relatively formal mock exam, I did well again. In addition, it was my mother's 43rd birthday at the end of January, and the whole family was very happy. Unfortunately, my father had to go to Shanghai on a business trip and wouldn't be back until before the Spring Festival. He wouldn't be home for my mother's birthday either. Before leaving, my father told me to give my mother a good birthday celebration. I thought to myself: I will shoot a lot of things in my mother's hands. I wonder if that counts as a birthday present.

Even so, I still prepared a gift for my mother—a cashmere scarf, quite expensive, bought with my saved allowance. On her birthday, we cooked several dishes and opened a bottle of red wine. When I took out the gift, my mother was overjoyed. I wrapped the red scarf around her neck, and with the wine and the scarf's effect, she looked absolutely stunning. [The following text appears to be unrelated and possibly spam:] ...still relying on hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video Fan Bingbing's lower body realistically molded into a highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large protrusions, close to female physiological structure, providing a more realistic experience... [The following text appears to be unrelated and possibly spam:] ...undisturbed, irresistible! Click to enter.

Soon, the bottle of red wine was finished, and my mother was a little weak. I helped her sit down on the bed and cleaned up the leftovers. When I came back, my mother was slumped on the bed, I didn't know if she had fallen asleep. I had to carry her to her bed.

Looking at my mother's slumbering, begonia-like face, I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust and began to undress her. My mother was limp all over, and it took me a lot of effort to remove her top. I fondled her breasts for a while, but my attention quickly shifted to her lower body. Although we had been intimate many times, I had only ever seen her wearing underwear. I couldn't let this opportunity slip by.

I carefully removed her outer pants and long underwear, leaving only her underwear. My mother's full thighs were laid out before me, and I stroked them up and down before finally deciding to pull down her underwear. As the last piece of my mother's body was removed, the body of a middle-aged woman was finally fully revealed before me. Her

upper body had the full breasts I knew all too well and could never get enough of looking at; her lower body had sparse pubic hair, neatly arranged in an inverted triangle, quite different from the hair on my body. I parted my mother's thighs, and between her legs, I saw a brown slit. I knew that was a woman's vulva; that's where I came into this world.

I studied my mother's genitals, comparing them to the descriptions in books I remembered, and found the labia majora and minora, the clitoris. I even took a deep breath of the scent of my mother's vulva. So fragrant!

During this process, my mother only groaned a few times; I knew she was intoxicated. A wicked thought surged into my mind.

My mother didn't want me to have sex with her, so why not take this opportunity… No sooner

said than done, I quickly stripped off my clothes, pulled back the covers, and covered both of us under the covers. I rushed to press my body against hers. At this moment, I knew what love was. I lay on top of my mother, kissing and caressing her for a while, until my penis was so engorged that I couldn't stand it anymore, and then I began to attack my target.

This movement made me realize it wasn't simple. My mother was drowsy and didn't move, and I couldn't find the right spot. I tried several times but couldn't get it right, and I was sweating profusely with anxiety.

Just then, Mom's hand moved slightly, seemingly guiding my penis. I immediately found the right position, and with a thrust, my penis entered a wonderfully pleasurable place. It was wet and tightly enveloping me; though not as tight as during masturbation, the feeling was even more intoxicating. I began to move involuntarily, my movements gradually becoming more practiced as I discovered the most comfortable way to move.

I glanced at Mom and saw her biting her lip, her brow furrowed, as if she was enduring something.

I realized then that Mom was awake, and that her earlier movement had been intentional. Excitedly, I kissed her. But when I touched her lips, her furrowed brow relaxed, and her tongue began to passionately intertwine with mine, more passionate than ever before, and a moan escaped her throat. So that's what Mom had been holding back from moaning.

With my vigorous thrusting, Mom's breathing and moans grew stronger, and I felt the urge to ejaculate several times. Fortunately, after so many masturbations, I had experience controlling ejaculation, and I managed to suppress the urge each time.

I don't know how many times I thrust, but Mom's lower body was soaking wet.

Suddenly, Mom hugged me tightly, her vagina contracting violently a few times. She seemed to have used up all her strength, and then went limp. I didn't know what was happening, and continued thrusting deeply.

Finally, I couldn't hold back the urge to ejaculate any longer, and a stream of semen shot deep into Mom's vagina like a bullet.

Exhausted, I lay on top of Mom, panting, while she lay limply as well. After a long, long time, I noticed Mom had opened her eyes and was looking at me. There was something complex in her eyes that made me uneasy.

I asked softly, "Mom, are you angry?"

"Angry about what?"

"Angry that I took advantage of you while you were drunk, and..."

Mom smiled and said, "I know you little rascal won't give up until you get Mom, but if I were really drunk, could you even get in?"

I knew Mom was referring to her helping me penetrate, and I said shyly, "That was my first time."

Mom looked at the ceiling and said, "You gave your first time to Mom."

"I'm so happy it was Mom."

"Mom's happy too."

At that moment, Mom and I both felt that the area where we were joined was very wet and cold. When we separated, we saw that our lower bodies were almost completely soaked. There was a large wet patch on the sheets, and our bodily fluids were mixed together, making our pubic hair stick together in clumps. My previously erect penis was now limp and hanging between my legs.

I saw Mom looking at my penis, as if she was mocking me, so I quickly changed the subject and said, "Let's go take a shower." Mom didn't say much and just told me to go first.

(VII)

I went to the bathroom and started washing. After a while, my mother came in. She was also naked and stood under the showerhead, washing with me. As my mother washed her hair, I saw the white foam sliding down her head, from her breasts to her genitals. This strange stimulation made me hard again. I slowly moved closer to my mother. She noticed me, rinsed the foam off her hair, and opened her eyes to look at me. I was once again captivated by her loving gaze.

I cautiously asked, "Mom, didn't you used to forbid me from…?"

My mother smiled and said, "This was unexpected. I was indeed a little drowsy just now. You carried me to the bed, and when I came to my senses, you were thrusting around wildly. You made me feel itchy too, and I really couldn't bear to disappoint you, so…"

I excitedly hugged my mother and began to kiss her passionately. After a few moments, we were both extremely excited. We dried ourselves off and somehow ended up back on the bed. This time, although it wasn't exactly smooth sailing, it was much better than before. I penetrated her for a full half hour, during which time my mother trembled twice.

Finally, I ejaculated deep into her womb. The continuous thrusting left both my mother and me exhausted. That night, I slept soundly in my mother's arms.

The next morning, when I woke up, my mother was already up, sitting at her dressing table combing her hair. She was wearing the same nightgown I had used in Qingdao, which was now covered in my semen. I became excited again, jumped up, and tried to kiss her, but she stopped me, saying, "Child, don't do this. Although we... we can't continue like this without restraint. After all, I'm your mother, and I know you're young, and once you experience this, it's easy to become unrestrained. If your father finds out, it'll be all over. So, I have a few conditions to discuss with you."

I knew my mother was right, so I let her continue. "We'll still do what we always have. As long as you study hard, Mom will give you what you want. But you can't be too explicit, okay?"

Hearing that I could still have sex with Mom, I obediently said, "Mom, whatever you say."

Mom smiled and said, "Sweetie, go wash your face and brush your teeth."

But I was still hard, so I held onto Mom and said, "Mom, I want it. Dad's not here anyway."

My mother flicked my forehead and said, "I knew you'd do this." Before she finished speaking, I had already picked her up and placed her on the bed.

My hands roamed over my mother's body, arousing her desire. Her two round, large breasts began to swell and harden under my touch, and her legs began to loosen. I helped my mother take off her nightgown, and taking advantage of the moment, I spread her thighs apart and intentionally probed her vagina with my hand, gently thrusting in and out.

Gradually, my mother became very wet down there. She grasped my thick penis and tried to insert it into her vagina. I pressed my mother down beneath me, and my penis began to move rapidly, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, thrusting in and out from the left and right. The extreme pleasure made my mother extremely happy, and she began to moan loudly.

My mother had thrown the order of morality to the winds. She eagerly enjoyed this rare pleasure, her body responding to each of my thrusts. I kissed my mother, savoring her fragrance, and in the midst of the intense movements, I ejaculated once again. My mother, immersed in unparalleled joy, nestled limply against my chest.

For the next few days, I slept in her bed. She cooked delicious meals every day and came home early from work to be with me. I can't remember how many times we did it, but my technique improved significantly, and I finally understood that her unusual trembling was a sign of orgasm. I discovered that she orgasmed every time, sometimes even twice, and our bond reached a new level.

A few days later, my father returned, and my "honeymoon" with my mother ended. I became a good boy again, focusing on my studies every day, but every night when my mother brought me milk, she would kiss me for a while, allowing me to touch her body. Although it was just a brief, fleeting pleasure, it motivated me to study. After having

real sex with my mother, I started paying attention to my parents' sex life. They did it about once a week, often on weekends. My mother didn't moan much during sex; at least, I couldn't hear a sound from outside the door. I only knew that shortly after they went to bed, my mother would go to the bathroom to wash for a while, which meant they had definitely done it.

This puzzled me. My mom would moan when we were intimate, sometimes quite loudly. Did she and my dad have a bad sex life? It

was Chinese New Year, and with so many relatives and guests visiting, my mom and I couldn't find a chance to be intimate, which made me very frustrated. Finally, on the fifth night of the Lunar New Year, after I went to bed, I heard my mom go to the bathroom. Knowing she must have just finished with my dad, I quietly got up and went into the bathroom.

My mom was wearing pajamas, lifting the hem to wipe herself with a towel. Seeing me come in, she smiled shyly and continued washing. I went over, took the towel, and helped her wipe herself. My mom didn't say anything, but I gradually realized my goal wasn't to wipe her, but to make her even wetter. Her legs started to tremble, and I finally couldn't resist hugging her.

My mom said, "If you want to, hurry up." I immediately carried my mom to the sink, took off my pants, and thrust into her. Because she was already very wet, I entered her easily. I thrust hard, and my mother held me, trying her best not to make a sound.

But I thrust fast and deep, and she couldn't help but moan. Soon, she reached her climax, and I also ejaculated because of the new position and forbidden pleasure. My mother and I quickly tidied up and went back to our rooms. My heart was hanging in suspense until the next morning when I saw that nothing was wrong.

Later, I asked my mother again why she moaned when she was with me, but not when she was with my father. She said shyly, "You are so young, thick and hard, I moan because I feel good." I saw her shy look, and I realized that I had surpassed my father in terms of sex. For my mother's sexual happiness, I secretly vowed to study hard and make love with my mother well.

(VIII)

Soon, the second semester of my senior year of high school began. Because I had a real physical relationship with my mother, my sexual desire was released, and I felt that I would be letting my mother down if I didn't study hard, so I studied very diligently. Of course, when I returned home, my mother would reward me.

We seized every opportunity to make love, though each time was very short and rushed—almost like we'd just take off our clothes and start, then immediately put them back on—but I still felt very comfortable, especially my mother. She became increasingly uninhibited, moaning loudly whenever we made love, and almost always reaching orgasm.

Humans are inherently insatiable creatures; desire seems like a bottomless pit. I gradually became dissatisfied with just making love with my mother; I wanted to sleep with her, to be together all night. But I never had the chance. Things changed during the college entrance exams.

July was scorching hot. Since my home was far from the exam venue, my family decided to book a room in a hotel near the venue so I could rest properly during the exams. We booked a standard room, and my father decided that my mother would stay with me at the hotel every night to take care of me. Of course, he didn't know about my relationship with my mother, nor did he know what my "needs" were that my mother cared about most.

On July 6th, our family had dinner together. Dad took Mom and me to the hotel, telling me to rest well and focus on my exams, and to ask Mom to take good care of me before he left.

I didn't feel much pressure about the college entrance exam because I knew I'd get into a top university, and I'd taken so many exams that I was practically numb to it. But I couldn't miss the chance to be alone with Mom. As soon as Grandpa left, I hugged Mom, and her face turned red again.

Even though we'd done it so many times, maybe it's because we're still mother and son; she always blushed when I hugged and kissed her. Mom whispered, "You have your exams tomorrow, you need to rest well today." I kissed her and said, "Being with Mom is the best rest."

I quickly took off my clothes, undressing Mom like a lamb. Since we had plenty of time, I decided to flirt with Mom. I put her on the bed, and after some kisses and caresses, my mouth went to her genitals. Mom knew what I was going to do and hurriedly said, "No, you can't kiss there." But I had already started. I gently sucked on my mother's labia, occasionally nibbling at her bright red clitoris.

With my sucking and licking, my mother gradually became aroused.

Her thighs slowly clamped around my head, her skin undulating gently with my movements, and she murmured, "Mom can't take it anymore, good boy, Mom can't take it..." Since it was my first time giving my mother oral sex, this unusual stimulation quickly brought her to orgasm. A torrent of fluid gushed from deep within her vagina, which I swallowed

, leaving her genitals soaking wet. After a long, breathless pause, my mother said softly, "You're killing me, come on... I'll let you have your fill tonight." She then wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me onto her. I couldn't resist any longer and thrust my erect penis into her vagina. My mother cooperated by opening her legs, revealing her vulva, making penetration easier.

I was already experienced with this familiar situation. Holding my penis, I aimed the head of my penis at her vagina and gently inserted it. Although Mom was already soaking wet, she still let out a soft moan as my large penis entered her. The warm, comfortable sensation of her tight, fleshy opening gripping my penis excited me so much that I thrust my entire penis into her warm, tight vagina.

I began to thrust gently and slowly, but this thrusting gradually became rough and wild. As my thrusting speed increased, Mom's initial soft moans gradually turned into joyful groans.

After about a thousand thrusts, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated. Mom, weakened by her second orgasm, let me press down on her. After a while, Mom pushed me away. I thought she was going to the bathroom to wash up, but instead, she turned over and took my penis into her mouth. This was the first time Mom had let my penis into her mouth, and it was covered in my semen and her own bodily fluids. Mom gently licked it, and that tenderness made my penis, which had just ejaculated, feel extremely comfortable. Soon, I became erect again. Mom looked up at me and continued her actions.

I could tell this was Mom's first time giving a man oral sex, and she wasn't very skilled, at least not like the ones I'd seen in porn. She just held my penis in her mouth, carefully licking my glans, as if afraid of hurting me. But the stimulation was too much for me to handle, and I impulsively pushed Mom down again, and we had another passionate encounter.

Because of tomorrow's exam, Mom only did it twice and wouldn't let me do it again, so I just cuddled her and fell asleep.

The next morning, Mom woke me up, and we took a shower together. In the bathroom, Mom gave me oral sex for a while, which excited me so much that I had sex with her in the bathtub. After we finished cleaning up, Dad came. Mom and I resumed our mother-son relationship. After breakfast, I went to the exam hall.

The next two and a half days passed smoothly, and so did my sex life with Mom. Having learned oral sex, we had another way to have fun. I even asked Mom to give me oral sex like in porn. Mom tried her best to satisfy me, making me feel incredibly good every night. How could my exams not go well?

Unfortunately, the college entrance exam only lasted two and a half days. After the last exam, we went home. Dad told me to relax with my classmates, but I kept thinking about Mom's body, and everything else seemed meaningless. Having tasted the forbidden fruit, I naturally became addicted, especially since it was my beautiful and lovely mother who shared it with me.

After the college entrance exam, it felt like everything in the world had been done. I had nothing to do all day, and while it was supposed to be relaxing, it was even more unbearable than having something to do. My mind was no longer on studying; all that remained was Mom.

Since I started giving Mom oral sex, I became obsessed with it, and Mom seemed to enjoy it too. In the subsequent times we made love, we would give each other oral sex first, getting very excited before penetration, which made the orgasms even more intense. We really enjoyed it.

Dad had suggested that Mom and I go out, but Mom was too busy with work and couldn't get away, so we had to give up. Mom even apologized to me for giving me oral sex until I ejaculated. Actually, it wasn't necessary. How could I force Mom when she had her own difficulties?

This summer was exceptionally hot, and everyone in my family wore very little clothing at home. Every time I saw my mother's body wrapped in thin clothes, I would get incredibly excited, but unfortunately, the opportunities were too few. Although every time I had a tryst with my mother, it wasn't something that happened often.

One evening, my mother was working overtime at her workplace. My father and I had just finished dinner when it started pouring rain. My mother hadn't brought any rain gear, so my father asked me to bring it to her. When I finally arrived at my mother's workplace, I opened the door and saw her working at her desk. She was the only one in the office. When she looked up and saw me, I was soaking wet. Although I had an umbrella, the rain was too heavy and the wind was strong, so my clothes and pants were almost completely soaked.

When my mother saw me like this, she knew I had come to bring rain gear. She quickly ran over, pulled me into the room, closed the door, and hugged me tightly, ignoring my soaked clothes. She said, "Good boy, Mom knew you were good.

Come on, take off your wet clothes, don't catch a cold." As she spoke, she helped me take off my wet shirt.

I'm already an eighteen-year-old young man, and my well-developed muscles still left my mother, who had seen me countless times, somewhat stunned.

I watched her stare at my chest muscles, her fingers wiping the raindrops off my body, as if she were wiping her lover. I couldn't help but pull my mother into my arms. She leaned softly against me, her familiar scent filling my nostrils. I immediately became hard. My mother sensed it and said,

"Son, it's been a long time since you've done it with Mom, hasn't it? Come on, let Mom satisfy your craving today." With that, she knelt down, pulled down my pants, and I felt my penis enter that wet, soft place again. Under my mother's sucking, I felt an unbearable swelling down there, so I held my mother's head and began to thrust, as if I were penetrating her vagina. Before long, I ejaculated into my mother's mouth.

Strangely, this time my mother didn't spit out my semen as usual; instead, she swallowed it all.

I helped my mother up, and just as I was about to ask, she smiled and said, "My dear child, I love your things so much. I was shy before, but I really love it when you ejaculate inside me, whether it's in my mouth or..." Seeing her joyful and satisfied smile, my penis felt like it was on fire again. I suddenly picked her up and placed her on the desk. Knowing what I meant, she cooperated by lifting her skirt and taking off her underwear.

I reached down and touched her; she was completely wet, her body trembling at the movement of my fingers.

I guided my rock-hard penis and slowly inserted it into her body, beginning to slowly thrust in and out.

I kissed my mother's cheeks and neck so I could reach inside and caress her breasts, whispering in her ear, "Mom, I love you. I'm going to make you orgasm. Mom, are you comfortable?" My mother's breathing was rapid, and she gasped, "Okay, okay, good son, make Mom orgasm."

This time, I thrust for a long time, making my mother orgasm almost three times. After I ejaculated again, my mother didn't even have the strength to sit up, and could only lean against me, taking a long time to recover. I lifted my mother off the table and saw that the table was wet, I didn't know if it was mine or hers. My mother and I cleaned up for a while. Then we sat on the couch in the office, caressing each other and chatting, until the rain subsided before going home.

From then on, my mother and I found this new place. On weekends, my mother often said she had to work overtime, and I would use the excuse of meeting up with classmates to meet her in her office. The desk, the couch, the filing cabinet—all were good places for us to make love. My father never suspected anything, and everyone at my mother's workplace seemed lazy and never bothered us. That summer, my mother and I spent a very happy time together.

But good times are always short-lived. I was accepted into a prestigious university and was about to begin my studies in another city. The weekend before I left, my mother and I spent another passionate day together in her office.

Finally, I completed my high school career with my mother's reward. But I knew that my mother's reward would never end, just as her love for me would never end.

The happy life of mother and son: Midnight

is a time every couple looks forward to, especially tonight after a rain.

The moon, washed clean by the rain, appears exceptionally white and bright, and the gentle night breeze is refreshing and soothing, bringing a cool breeze to the room.

However, Zhang Limin's husband was not by her side to make love, nor was she taking advantage of the cool night to get a good night's sleep. Instead, she lay alone in bed, tossing and turning. She was pondering a question: why can men freely cheat on their wives, while women are expected to stay with their husbands?

"Why? Why?" she kept asking herself.

The room was quiet, but her mind was a jumbled mess. She thought and thought, and suddenly several questions surprised her: Why can't women cheat on their wives? Men can have fun outside, but women can't? And aren't those women who cheat on their wives also having fun outside? Can't I learn from them?

She recalled her husband's recent attitude towards her. At first, he just came home a little later and didn't stay out overnight, and when she repeatedly asked for sex, he would reluctantly comply, but it was always a rushed affair. Finally, he became even more extreme, simply ignoring her staying out all night.

"He treats me like this, so should I treat him well?"

A series of male faces flashed through her mind like a slideshow. Zhang Limin was just an ordinary worker, and not a woman who liked to show off, so her social circle was very narrow. The men who flashed through her mind were nothing more than her colleagues.

She quickly rejected these men because she knew she couldn't possibly do such a thing with her colleagues.

Suddenly, she seemed to see a thin, blurry figure walking towards her. When he reached her and she could see his face clearly, she couldn't help but cry out in her heart,

"How could this be? How could I think of my own son?" She began to berate herself incessantly.

At that moment, she didn't know what to do. She tossed and turned in bed, her mind racing, and it took her a long time to finally fall asleep.

The next evening at 6:30, Zhang Limin's son, Wang Qiang, left for evening self-study, leaving her alone at home. Bored, she watched TV for a while and decided to go for a walk. There was a park near her home, a place many people went for after dinner.

Naturally, Zhang Limin ended up in the park. She strolled slowly along the path beside the artificial lake. She kept encountering couples, which reminded her of her husband.

He used to often accompany her here for walks, leaning on her arm, chatting and laughing. Now, she was all alone.

"Sigh!" She sighed helplessly and shook her head. Heartbroken and unwilling to linger any longer, she decided to go home.

She silently walked back home, her mind blank.

Just then, a man approached. When they met face to face, he suddenly stopped and greeted her in a low but clear voice, "Sister."

Zhang Limin was startled and looked at him with a puzzled expression, a touch of fear in her heart.

"Sister, would you like to buy a movie?"

"Movie?" she wondered, but immediately understood.

She was about to leave, but then thought, "I'll be alone at home anyway, so I might as well buy one to watch and relieve my boredom."

"How much is it?" Zhang Limin asked softly, her face flushed.

"Fifteen."

Zhang Limin took out fifteen yuan, her hand trembling slightly as she handed him the money. He pocketed the money, reached into his pocket, pulled out a bunch of DVDs, and handed them to her, saying, "Take your pick, there are Hong Kong and Taiwan ones, and Japanese ones too, oh..."

She was very nervous, glancing around like a thief, afraid of being seen by someone she knew. Before he could finish speaking, she grabbed a DVD haphazardly and hurriedly left.

Back home, her heart was still pounding.

Zhang Limin poured herself a drink, sat on the sofa, took a few sips to calm herself, and waited for her emotions to settle.

She went back to her bedroom to change into her pajamas, then returned to the living room. She picked up the DVD she had bought and examined it carefully. It was in a small, thin plastic bag, without a cover, but the front of the disc showed a naked Asian woman being pinned down by a young boy; it was clear they were engaged in sexual activity.

She turned on the TV, put the DVD in the player, and sat back down on the sofa. She pressed the play button on the remote, her heart pounding, her eyes fixed on the TV screen.

A moment later, an image appeared on the screen. The film begins without a title or any other explanation; the story jumps straight in.

It's a Japanese film, thankfully with Chinese subtitles to avoid confusion.

It starts with a mother and son chatting at home, nothing particularly interesting. But later that evening, when the son gets up to urinate, he hears moaning sounds coming from his mother's bedroom. He knows it's a woman's moans.

He gently pushes open the door and peeks through the crack at his mother, naked, masturbating. His greedy gaze travels from her swollen, full nipples, down her heaving abdomen, to her trembling legs, scrutinizing each detail.

The alluring sight and the suggestive moans ignite a lust within him. He flings open the door and rushes towards the woman he desires.

The sudden shove awakens the mother from her reverie. Before she can comprehend what's happening, her son embraces her and pins her to the bed. He kisses her face with the frenzy of a wild beast, and one hand invades her private parts.

The mother violently twisted her body, pushing him away with both hands. But it seemed to have no effect on him; he continued to violate his mother.

At this moment, Zhang Limin, who had been sitting in her original seat, moved to the television, only half a meter away, intently watching the screen.

"No, don't..."

the mother on the television was struggling desperately.

Time passed slowly, and the mother seemed to have no strength left, completely giving up resistance and lying on the bed, letting her son do as he pleased. Her head was turned to one side, her eyes filled with tears, which rolled down her cheeks.

The son got up and unhesitatingly pulled off his underwear, grasped his penis with one hand, pressed it against her entrance, and then thrust his penis in. He pressed himself against her again, tightly embracing her body, and began to move his hips wildly.

After a while, sweat beaded on the boy's back, glistening in the moonlight. But his movements did not slow down; instead, they became faster and more forceful. He seemed to have inexhaustible strength. He thrust rapidly and forcefully, each stroke hitting her clitoris hard.

Due to her natural female instincts, the mother moaned and her hips moved in rhythm with her son's movements.

Suddenly, the boy's frenzied movements stopped, frozen on top of his mother. Then, his body involuntarily trembled, and he ejaculated.

Just as the son's first spurt of semen hit his mother's clitoris, she also reached orgasm. A large amount of fluid, indistinguishable between mother and son, overflowed from between her vagina and his penis, soaking the sheets beneath them.

The boy stopped ejaculating, rolled off his mother, and lay sprawled beside her, panting heavily.

His mother sat up, curled up, hugging her knees, looking at her son with fear.

When the son recovered, he got up, looked at his mother, said nothing, picked up his underwear, and left the room, returning to his bedroom.

From then on, whenever the boy needed it, no matter where his mother was or what she was doing, he forced her to have sex with him. Even when she was in the toilet, he demanded that she perform oral sex on him.

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