[Urban] Mother and Child Concentration Camp (Complete) - 9

VII. Divine Retribution (Oedipus Fantasy)

Young and powerless, I was no match for him. My reckless fighting style caused my still-drunk father to beat me mercilessly. I didn't know if the blood was from a cut from a bottle or from my father's beating. Enraged, my father picked up a long bench and smashed it over my head. I was terrified and instinctively ducked, trying to block with my hands. The bench hit my head hard, and I instantly lost consciousness… When I awoke, the first thing I saw was my father, filled with guilt, and then I realized I was lying in my mother's arms. I turned to look at my mother, but she avoided my gaze. I felt her soft breasts beneath her thin dress. It seemed that while I was unconscious, she had been holding me, not even having time to put on her underwear, and was sobbing softly.

Perhaps it was because family scandals shouldn't be aired in public, or because my mother feared my father would hurt me, or perhaps she couldn't convince others of anything, or perhaps because she was somewhat delirious and couldn't fully assess my actions, we outwardly remained at peace.

At bedtime, my mother still had to remain naked, allowing my father to exert his brief lewd power. After my father finished and fell asleep, my mother remained awake. I pressed myself against her as usual, and for the first time, she showed a look of extreme terror. Her breathing quickened, her hands tightly protecting her body, and her legs tightly intertwined, giving me no chance. Because of what happened at noon, I dared not be too unrestrained. I kissed my mother and whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry, please forgive me." Although I was still on top of her, I was behaving myself. Before I drifted off to sleep, my mother finally calmed down, and I vaguely saw two lines of tears silently streaming down her face.

Perhaps out of guilt towards my mother, I changed my behavior, becoming a well-behaved boy and studying diligently. In the semester before the preliminary exams, my grades, which had previously ranked last in my class, suddenly skyrocketed. My performance seemed to move my mother; she resumed her meticulous care for me and allowed me to continue sleeping on top of her.

The pressure of the preliminary exams forced me to study late into the night, and I began to suffer from insomnia, which greatly worried my father. The week before the exams, I was restless. One time, after my father finished his "homework" on my mother, I restlessly pressed myself against her, unable to sleep. Finally, I had an uncontrollable need to release my pent-up desire. My mother immediately noticed, and I tried to spread her legs; she silently resisted.

Our struggle escalated, waking my father. Terrified, I quickly turned away from my mother. After a few words of abuse, my father fell asleep again. I continued, waking him again, and he then began to physically assault my mother. After my father started snoring, I resumed my actions. My mother dared not resist violently anymore, letting me do as I pleased.

However, without my cooperation, I struggled for a long time but still couldn't penetrate her. But I refused to give up. Finally, as dawn approached, my mother succumbed to my perseverance. Her position miraculously adjusted slightly, and I entered her smoothly. My mother frowned, her face showing pain and tension as she looked at my father. I didn't dare disturb him, moving gently and slowly. I could feel my mother's heart pounding, her breathing rapid, her tension palpable.

My mother's eyes remained fixed on my father's movements, perfectly cooperating to bring me to orgasm. I ejaculated inside her once more, and unexpectedly, I quickly fell peacefully asleep afterward.

With my mother's cooperation, my insomnia disappeared. I concentrated on my studies, focusing all my energy on my work, and my assault on my mother temporarily ceased.

When I entered a prestigious high school with top marks, the glory I brought to my family was beyond my wildest imagination. The blessings from relatives and friends overjoyed my father, and although my mother still avoided me, I noticed she would secretly smile.

Once, my father hosted a banquet at a hotel to show off his success, and my mother specially wore her most beautiful dress to the party. In the bedroom, I was once again stunned by my mother's natural beauty! My mother was 165 cm tall, slender yet full-figured, with long, flowing black hair, a delicate oval face, and sculpted, flawless skin. The well-fitting dress accentuated her full breasts and long legs.

"Mom, I want you!" When I actually said those words to my mother, we both froze. After a moment, my mother walked away without a word. I was deeply hurt, utterly dejected, and listless. I told my father I didn't want to go. He flew into a rage and slapped me. My mother, terrified, quickly covered my head. He was about to vent his anger on her, so I reluctantly agreed and went back to my bedroom to lie on the bed

, lost in thought. My father wanted to go to the hotel to make arrangements first, since my mother wasn't going to help him anyway. He ordered us to be at the hotel on time, or else he'd be in trouble, and then he left. I lay on the bed, my mother looking at me with pleading eyes, coaxing and begging me to leave quickly. I listlessly stayed in bed, looking pitiful. My mother grew impatient and tried to pull me up, but I resisted. In the struggle, I pulled her down onto the bed beside me. Suddenly, I sensed an opportunity and quickly pinned her down. My mother seemed to understand something, and angrily ignored me as she walked away. I had no choice but to follow her out.

The celebration proceeded as scheduled. The glory I brought made my status in the family seem to surpass my father's.

That night, my father was very drunk and unconscious on the bed. I brazenly violated my mother, who helplessly closed her eyes. Her tacit consent excited me greatly. I immediately tried to take off her clothes, but she stopped me. She silently pulled down her underwear, lifted her skirt to her waist, exposing her lower body. I quickly pulled down my pants, took out my erect penis, and immediately pressed myself against her.

Still inexperienced, I couldn't find the right spot. My mother, for the first time, guided me with her delicate hands. Her vagina was very dry, making penetration difficult, but I needed to enter urgently, so I exerted all my strength. As I laboriously thrust inside her, she bit her lip, her face showing an expression of endurance and pain. I continued thrusting without any mercy.

This time, I lasted a long time without ejaculating. My mother grew impatient and kept urging me to finish quickly. I felt her vagina begin to contract rhythmically with her movements, and for the first time, she lifted her legs, bringing us even closer. I was incredibly excited and reached another climax, releasing my life essence into the warm womb that had nurtured me.

Perhaps it was my mother's favoritism, or perhaps it was the stimulation of hormones, but my body began to develop rapidly, and my desires grew stronger. I often took advantage of my father's drunkenness to violate my mother. My strength was too much for her to resist, and she, fearing my father's discovery, dared not fight back too fiercely, nor dared to make a sound. My experience allowed me to succeed even when my mother was extremely uncooperative; I could even enter her from behind. Sometimes, after my father finished, I would enter my mother before he fell asleep, leaving her to endure my brutal violation in terror and pain.

My excessive indulgence sometimes made it difficult for me to ejaculate, so I would fall asleep with my penis inside my mother, leaving her to endure the fear all night.

My father began to notice the changes in my body and forced me to move to the living room, sleeping in a separate bed by himself; I reluctantly obeyed.

My mother's deliberate avoidance left me no opportunity. Fate played a cruel trick; my grandfather's exoneration unexpectedly brought our family a considerable subsidy. To care for him, we moved into a three-bedroom apartment with him. We had originally lived in my father's ancestral home; after moving a few pieces of furniture, we locked it up and said goodbye.

I now had my own room, and my mother found a good job at the tax bureau because of my grandfather's exoneration.

However, my father, having lost his dominance in the family, became addicted to gambling. Soon, the money vanished like water. Cleverly, I kept asking to pay various fees, secretly saving a considerable sum before the family's fortunes collapsed.

My parents' income couldn't satisfy my father's gambling addiction, and he accumulated a huge gambling debt. I secretly took a job as a porter to prepare for the worst. My decision was wise; my father was beaten by creditors, and my grandfather had to pay off his gambling debts, but this left him with a debt to relatives and friends. The strong physique I inherited from my father, combined with my excellent porter work at the port, brought me a considerable income. My outstanding academic performance was the only consolation for my family.

Grandfather, finally unable to bear my father any longer, fell ill and was hospitalized. The exorbitant medical bills left my mother weeping constantly, while my father gambled recklessly, completely ignoring Grandfather's illness. Grandfather needed surgery, requiring a large sum of money, but the family had no savings. Grandfather's appreciation for me and his admirable knowledge made me feel like I would die for his kindness. I worked desperately, doing the work of three people on construction sites. My coworkers admired me, but the hardship was unimaginable to most, and as a result, my grades plummeted.

I finally saved enough money and secretly paid for Grandfather's surgery. Grandfather was saved, but I failed all my exams. My mother didn't understand where my money came from, and I didn't explain. My poor grades only fueled her misunderstanding, leading to her agitated questioning. My mother's harsh tone annoyed me greatly. Feeling that this was the first time I had made sacrifices for my family and yet was being questioned, my self-esteem was deeply wounded. I shut myself in and refused to see or speak to anyone.

A coworker who was injured was hospitalized, which made my grandfather understand what I had done. He specifically asked my mother to come and thank me. When my mother faced me, both moved and ashamed, I felt a stirring of desire again. However, my mother's resistance made me lose any improper thoughts about her, and I began to become aloof. Actually, I felt that the grievances I had suffered could not be fully compensated by apologies and proactive actions. What I needed was my mother's complete… I couldn't explain it myself, but I deliberately distanced myself from my mother.

After the new semester started, I often studied late into the night to catch up with my studies. Chinese was my least favorite subject. I easily regained first place in all other subjects, but I barely passed Chinese. My mother sensed my dissatisfaction and often begged for my forgiveness, but I remained aloof and unmoved.

One evening, I was racking my brains over an essay topic. I lay on the table, unsure how to begin, and actually fell asleep. When I woke up, I found a beautiful notebook on the table. Curious, I opened it and saw my mother's delicate handwriting. But what excited me even more was the detailed analysis she had provided for my essay, offering numerous exquisite classical Chinese poems and phrases, as well as brilliant descriptions from modern literature. I was deeply captivated, and my writing flowed effortlessly.

My essay won a national award, giving me a special affection for that notebook. From then on, whenever I needed to solve a problem, I would write it down in the notebook at night, and the answer would be there when I got home from school the next day—of course, more often it was hints and guidance.

This special communication with my mother brought me immense benefits; my Chinese language skills actually became my greatest strength. Thus, before the high school entrance exam, our notebook exchanges increased rather than decreased. I rarely spoke to my mother, but I felt I had hurt her. Unconsciously, I felt filled with respect and gratitude for her, and my evil desires subsided.

When my mother wished me success in my high school entrance exam in her notebook, I confidently and mischievously replied that it was no problem, and asked what the reward would be, but nothing came of it. I didn't care; after I entered a top high school with a record-breaking score, the glory of my whole family was unprecedented. That year, I had just turned fifteen, but I was already a young adult of 165 cm, with a basic understanding of ethics and a fear of surpassing others.

When I was organizing my materials, I discovered that my father had sold them all as waste paper. I was furious and had another fierce argument with him. This time I won completely; my father didn't dare to utter a sound, and even my grandfather and mother stood by, not daring to breathe. When I rushed to the garbage dump to look for that notebook, it had already been taken away. I returned to my room dejectedly, but was surprised to find the notebook next to my pillow. I excitedly kissed it repeatedly, carefully opened it, and relived the events of the past year.

When I flipped to the last page and saw the mischievous question I'd written about what the reward would be, my heart filled with happiness.

I unconsciously continued flipping through the blank pages, feeling a pang of disappointment. Then, on the last page, a line of neat handwriting caught my eye: "As you wish." I froze, because the handwriting clearly indicated it had been written long ago. I can't describe the feeling; I only remember excitedly writing below: "Thank you, Mom. Please forgive me?"

I put it back on my pillow and, making an excuse, asked my mother, "Do you want to take the notebook back?" My mother looked at me with a slightly surprised expression, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes revealing unease. I met her gaze with unwavering determination. Finally, my mother couldn't resist and nodded gently. I shouted excitedly, even more excited than if I'd known my grades. My mother, her face showing unease, silently walked away.

Soon, due to tuition fees and my personal plans, I had to continue working hard to earn money. The intense labor every day meant that I would often fall asleep immediately after dinner when I got home.

I finally saved enough money, and with more than two months left of the long three-month vacation, I used the excuse that my father's mahjong games at home were too noisy and prevented me from concentrating on my studies, and suggested that I go back to my father's ancestral home, the old house, where he would bring me meals and a change of clothes every day. My father had no objection, and my grandfather supported me. My mother seemed to understand something, looking at me with unease and a hint of fear, but she didn't dare to object, and so the decision was made.

Returning to the old house, I felt like I was ruling my own world. To my surprise, my mother didn't bring me meals; instead, my grandfather came, which made me very uneasy. My grandfather wasn't in good health, so my father came instead, which disappointed me greatly. However, my insistence on not going home made my grandfather and father very happy and relieved.

Two weeks later, I grew increasingly anxious, anxiously anticipating what I longed for... One night, a violent storm raged, with thunder and lightning. I gave up, standing in the rain, letting the downpour vent my anger, which caused me to develop a fever and be bedridden. My father brought me food, but despite my high fever, he was in a hurry to get home: not to inform the family, but because he was worried about his mahjong game. No one came to see me that night, and the storm continued.

When I heard a sound at the door, I was still half-asleep in bed. A moment later, when I opened my eyes, a beautiful woman, her figure slender and shapely from the rain, stood before me. Her eyes were filled with tears, and her full breasts heaved, clearly a result of her hurried journey. Her dress, soaked through, clung tightly to her slender and graceful body. She held a hairpin in her hand, letting her hair fall freely. A delicate hand touched my burning forehead.

Overwhelmed with grievance and emotion, tears welled up in my eyes. I struggled to sit up, hugged my mother tightly, buried my face in her full, firm breasts, and cried my heart out until I calmed down. I looked up and met my mother's tearful eyes. She comforted me, stroking my head, and I nestled in her warm embrace for a while before drifting off to sleep again.

When I woke up, it was already evening. My mother had changed into another dress. Seeing that I was awake, she asked me with concern. I nodded gently, indicating that I felt much better, and only then did she relax. She told me that my grandfather and father had come, and that I had already received my injection. My grandfather and father were talking to the doctor when they came to visit me. I stretched energetically, and the doctor proudly praised my father, but my grandfather was still very worried and scolded my father for remaining silent. My grandfather ordered me to continue resting in bed, told my mother to stay and take care of me, and then went home with my father.

When I woke up again, it was already midnight. I gently called out, "Mom." My mother, having changed into her nightgown, came from the living room to my bedside. Her beautiful hair was draped over her shoulders, and her alluring body was partially revealed, sparking my imagination. My gaze was immediately fixed on her captivating figure. After a moment, I asked naively, "Have I eaten?" My mother chuckled sweetly.

Her pure and delicate face was as beautiful as a flower. I couldn't resist. I jumped up and pulled my unsuspecting mother onto the bed, retaliating by pinning her hands down. My mother was startled and unable to move. I mischievously kissed her on the lips. Startled, she desperately tried to pull away, and thus began our "kissing challenge"!

After successfully pinning my mother's head down with my hands and giving her a forceful kiss, I didn't give up easily, to the point that both of us struggled to breathe. When I finally released her, we were both panting heavily. My mother covered her mouth with her hand, and I immediately began to unbutton her pajamas. My mother stopped me and pleaded, "Don't do this." I ignored her, and my mother suddenly hissed at me, saying, "Someone's here!" I was so frightened that I immediately froze. My mother took the opportunity to break free from my control and ran out of the bedroom.

I nervously went to the living room, only to find no one there. I called out for my grandfather and father, but neither answered. My mother was also gone. I realized I'd been tricked, but I wasn't angry at all.

Then my mother came out of the kitchen, holding a glass of milk. I approached her with ill intent. She recoiled in fear, repeatedly saying "No," but I forced her against the wall. I pressed my body against her. She clutched the glass, desperately trying to pull away. I tried to take the glass, but she wouldn't let go. I picked her up and strode towards the bedroom. She closed her eyes, trembling, and began to cry.

After throwing her onto the bed, I didn't touch her, but quietly watched her. She opened her eyes, pleading with me. I gently kissed her, and she didn't resist. I easily removed the glass. She hugged herself tightly, trembling, her eyes too heavy to open.

I stripped naked, knelt beside her, and pulled her into my arms. My mother trembled violently, but I didn't violate her. Finally, she opened her eyes. I deliberately showed her the numerous scars on my body, shocking her. These scars were from hard labor, things I usually paid no attention to, but I never knew they would have such a profound impact on her.

My mother gently touched my scars, asking me with heartache, "Does it hurt?" I shook my head. My mother hugged me and began to sob. I hugged her back, letting her cry on my shoulder.

My mother weakly stopped crying. I began to unbutton her pajamas, and soon she was only wearing her underwear. She clutched her underwear tightly, leaving me helpless unless I resorted to violence. I stopped, looking at her with pleading eyes, and said, "Mom, didn't you promise me you'd do as I wished?" My mother began to cry again. I kept kissing her eyes and tears, stroking her smooth back.

Gradually, my mother's crying turned into intermittent sobs, and her tense body softened. I tried to take off her underwear, but she still wouldn't let go. I lowered my head and gently kissed the little hand that was tightly clutching her underwear, then kissed her ear and said, "Mom, have you forgiven me? I love you." Unexpectedly, my mother hugged me tightly and burst into tears again. I could only keep comforting her.

Gradually, my mother calmed down in my arms. I then tried to take off her shorts. She only symbolically blocked me for a moment, then cooperated by letting me hold her as I took off her underwear. I laid my mother flat on the bed and carefully admired my young and beautiful mother's flawless body: her firm breasts were even fuller, coupled with her slender waist, flat abdomen, sexy hips, and long legs. Especially her alabaster skin, which made her feel like an exquisite work of art when I touched it. I couldn't help but exclaim, "Mom, you are so beautiful!" My mother's beautiful face flushed, making her even more charming.

Finally, I was about to explode. I parted my mother's legs, pressed my body against hers, and my 15-inch penis eagerly sought entry. My mother sighed softly, parted her legs even wider, and raised her hips. My penis immediately found the entrance. But my mother's vagina was still so tight. I eagerly lifted my lower body, pressed against the vaginal opening, and forced my large glans in. My mother let out a low moan of pain.

"Gently, okay?" my mother pleaded. I stopped and kissed my mother, repeatedly asking if she was in pain. My mother nodded, but then hugged my waist tightly, biting her lip, resolutely signaling for me to continue.

I thrust in with all my might, and it was all the way in at once. My mother's eyes widened, her brows furrowed, the veins on her long neck became visible, a muffled groan escaped her throat, and tears welled up in her eyes. I dared not move, gently kissing my mother, and my tongue silently intertwined with hers. Unable to restrain myself, I began to thrust. My mother sucked on my mouth tightly, clinging to my neck, desperately enduring the pain.

The pleasure in my lower body made me uncontrollably increase the force and rhythm, but my mother's vagina was too small and still dry. My mother finally couldn't help but let out a loud groan. I didn't care about anything else, desperately venting my pent-up resentment. My mother shook her head in pain, trying to push me off her. I held her waist, each thrust almost pulling my penis out, then fully penetrating her again. The extreme pleasure and my mother's pain made me almost lose control.

After more than 20 minutes, I felt I was about to climax. I hugged my mother tightly, pressing myself against her. My mother probably sensed that I was about to ejaculate and desperately raised her hips. In my all-out thrusting, my mother's pain also reached its peak. When I finally collapsed on top of her, exhausted, my mother was too weak to groan.

I kissed my mother tenderly and gratefully, and she responded enthusiastically, arousing my masculinity once more. We made love again, and this time it lasted for almost an hour. My mother was too exhausted to continue, letting me indulge in her alluring body. Finally, I embraced her and drifted off to sleep, completely satisfied.

The next day, I woke up early. My mother, exhausted from my nearly nightly revelry, was still fast asleep, her face streaked with tears, like a pear blossom after the rain. I kissed her tenderly, not daring to disturb her, and got up alone, full of energy, but suddenly felt ravenously hungry, so I went out to buy breakfast.

When I returned home, she was already gone; she had gone to work. I was utterly disappointed. My father came to visit and, seeing my listless state, asked if I was feeling better. On a whim, I suggested that my mother come and take care of me, and my father readily agreed. I dared not reveal my inner elation, and feigned returning to my bedroom to rest. My father also conveniently left for a break. (Advertisement: Still using your hands? How can that be pleasurable? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint! Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.

) My mother returned from work and had a negotiation-like conversation with me. I wanted her to continue spending time with me, but she said, "No."

"Didn't you promise me?"

My mother said, "I was just encouraging you, and I've fulfilled my promise. You should be content."

I pleaded with my mother, and she finally cried and begged me to let her go. I roared in despair and anger, "Would you rather endure my father's rudeness than spend time with me?"

My mother looked at me helplessly and pleaded with me that she would stay as long as I didn't violate her again. I reluctantly agreed.

My mother moved in with me, but I quickly let my desires run wild. Her constant resistance, preventing me from easily succeeding, only intensified the stimulation. My battleground quickly expanded from the bed to the kitchen, living room, bathroom… I spent a whole month happily with my mother, making love hundreds of times. But my grandfather's declining health forced me to ask my mother to leave. For the remaining month or so, my mother didn't come back. I had to suppress my desires and focus on my studies.

Before school started, I moved back home, only to discover a shocking event—my mother was pregnant!

My father had been the only son in three generations, and the policy allowed him to have another child. He was incredibly proud of this miracle. My grandfather, considering my father's situation, had always hoped my mother would have another child, but she expressed her unwillingness. My father and grandfather firmly disagreed.

That evening, while I was doing my homework, my mother quietly entered my room and communicated with me through her pen. She asked me to find a way to persuade my father and grandfather to let me have an abortion. I was confused because I also wanted a younger brother or sister. My mother seemed to have some unspeakable difficulties, but she avoided directly stating them and couldn't convince me.

I comforted my mother, saying I would take good care of her. My mother then hugged me and started crying. She told me that this child was my child, and she was very scared. I was initially stunned, but seeing my mother's helpless appearance, I had an idea. I asked my mother, "Mom, are you willing to have this child for me? This is our child. No matter what, I will take care of him for the rest of my life."

With my constant comfort and reassurance, my mother finally stopped insisting on abortion. My mother's pregnancy temporarily reformed my father's ways, and my grandfather even started exercising for this unexpected grandson. We took meticulous care of my mother. For the child's prenatal education, my grandfather and father went to the ancestral home to play mahjong, with my father only occasionally returning to visit.

My mother, even more voluptuous and alluring due to her pregnancy, was irresistible to me. For some reason, she completely yielded to my advances, allowing me to carefully violate her. Perhaps this was a privilege my father hadn't received, which made me incredibly proud.

My mother's belly grew larger day by day. After ten months of pregnancy, she finally gave birth to a beautiful girl, much to my father's disappointment. But this girl immediately became the center of attention for me, my grandfather, and my mother. My mother's face radiated maternal love, making her even more attractive.

I secretly shared my mother's sweet breast milk with my sister and began violating her again on the earliest safe period. My father, impatient with my younger sister's crying, often lost his temper. My grandfather's smoking forced my sister to move to my safe bedroom. I gave my bed to my mother and sister, sleeping on a cot myself, and often helped my hardworking mother care for my sister's nighttime cries. Of course, my mother, even more beautiful and alluring after childbirth, rewarded me by actively cooperating, giving me unprecedented sexual satisfaction.

Imagine, when my mother and I made love next to my beautiful sister, her tenderness was not only full of lover's charm but also imbued with maternal gentleness. My father's needs were minimal; he would occasionally knock on the door in the middle of the night to ask my mother to come and keep him company, then send her back afterward, often being stopped by my sister's crying. My mother discovered my secret but was grateful, turning it into a way of repaying me.

I loved my mother even more, and I consciously made her enjoy sex. Under my care, my mother's allure reached its peak. My mother and I often maintained the most intimate contact, happily watching my sleeping sister beside us. My mother also began to close her eyes and enjoy our sex, reaching orgasm more and more frequently, giving me the illusion that we were a happy family of three.

When my sister turned one, the happy days seemed to end. My grandfather's death forced me to move into his room. My father seemed to regain his dominance, beginning to beat and abuse my mother again. But being strong, I could protect her. My father's outbursts often led my mother to run to my room in the middle of the night with my sister for refuge. The bruises on her body filled me with tenderness, and my mother became even more eager to seek comfort in our lovemaking.

My mother began to completely break with my father, and he was driven back to his original house by my mother and me. My father also resolutely refused to visit, which ironically allowed me to completely indulge myself.

I didn't want my mother to get pregnant again. When she told me the result, and that besides my younger sister, she was also my daughter, and that I was the one who conceived this time, I was stunned. But upon reflection, it was inevitable, because I knew my father hadn't visited my mother for over six months, let alone had sex with her.

I secretly accompanied my mother to have an abortion, and she also had sterilization surgery. We began to live a happy life. It wasn't until I met my beloved wife that my mother began to distance herself from me, and our relationship started to return to normal. These

past

few days have been the happiest days of my life in the 16 years since I was born.

Three days ago, on my way to school, I was hit by a speeding motorcycle. I was taken to the hospital, where the doctor diagnosed me with a dislocated ankle, local trauma, and a possible concussion, so I had to stay in the hospital for a few days.

Although I was in excruciating pain, I still felt content because my mother had been taking care of me at the hospital for the past few days, and she had been sleeping there as well.

I knew the hospital chairs were very uncomfortable, and that my mother must have had a restless night's sleep. I felt so sorry for her suffering so much, but I also found pleasure in being able to glimpse her sleeping posture.

Since I was old enough to understand, I had never had the chance to see my mother's sleeping posture. I know this is perverse, and I know I have a severe Oedipus complex, but I have never had any lewd thoughts: incestuous sex, peeping at my mother's naked body... I have never thought about it. In fact, I can't even look directly at my mother's clothed body.

I know that's not allowed, that society doesn't tolerate it. As long as I can love my mother in private, that's enough, and even if my mother belongs solely to my father, I don't care.

These past few days, I know I've been reckless, but I've only ever stolen a glance at my mother's sleeping face after she's fallen asleep. That's all I've done.

For the past few days, I've always pretended to be asleep, staying awake until she goes to bed, staring at her, watching her until I fall asleep myself.

Today, of course, I planned to do the same, but perhaps because of the late nights I'd stayed up the previous days, I was exhausted and fell asleep first… "Mom…" After she fell asleep, I boldly and secretly got out of bed, walked to her side, pressed myself close to her body, and took a deep breath. Her fragrance was so delicate and sweet, just the scent I love. Yes

. "Mom… Mom… Mom…" I called her name twice. I knew she was fast asleep, and I began to admire the most beautiful woman in my heart from every angle.

Her calves, peeking out from under the blanket, had such perfect curves—calves, ankles, and toes… Good heavens, Mom's body was so alluring just from this part alone! I admired her closely.

I pulled back my hand that was touching the blanket and quickly squatted down. Mom stirred; I thought I'd disturbed her by trying to pull the blanket away. I held my breath, my heart pounding. Thankfully, I hadn't woken her, but then I caught a glimpse of her shoes: strappy, low-heeled sandals.

I picked them up and examined them closely. Blue-purple sandals, perfect for a mature woman like Mom.

Ah! The blanket had fallen to the floor. "Phew… this… good heavens…" Although Mom wasn't wearing pajamas to bed in the hospital, but rather a suit, heaven had truly blessed me, allowing me to see Mom's entire sleeping posture.

Looking at the body I had longed for day and night before me, my mother's legs were bent, her whole body arched.

This posture was so beautiful! Just like in my dreams.

"So beautiful...so beautiful...Mom, you are so beautiful!" I noticed the hem of her skirt was slightly open; perhaps I could glimpse a woman's most private parts... "This is Mom's most private place...Ah, no!" I told myself no, I couldn't do this.

I went back to bed, lay down, and stared intently at my mother's body.

"Ah...Mom...I want...I want so much..." The desire in my heart had reached its peak, almost uncontrollable, but I told myself no, I couldn't do this, I had to restrain myself!

"I can't defile Mom's noble body, I can't!" I shook my head, trying to clear my mind.

No… From my angle, I could see directly into Mom's beautiful body through her neckline. My God! A purple lace bra hugged Mom's full breasts.

"No, what should I do? I have to control myself. I can't do this. Just fantasizing about Mom's body isn't something a son should do. But today… today, I… I peeped! I shamelessly spied on Mom's beautiful body while she slept! I deserve to die!" My reason told me I was heading down an immoral path and had to stop immediately. But my reason couldn't control my senses; my eyes never left those full breasts.

The purple lace clung tightly to her perfect curves, revealing the mature woman's allure beneath her clothes… I pressed myself against Mom's body again, enjoying the scent emanating from her mature figure.

"Ah...so fragrant! This body scent..." I completely lost my mind. I knew I couldn't control myself. I wanted to see more...more of Mom's body. I wanted to touch her, to feel that warm flesh.

I began to caress my mother's body, even though I had to touch her through the air, just doing so excited me greatly.

"Ah...no! I have to..." I pulled out my throbbing, painfully erect penis and began to rub it...gazing at the body I had longed for, I began to masturbate.

"Ah...Mom...Mom...oh..." The hand stroking my penis brought pleasure to the glans, stimulating my nerves. I had never masturbated so intensely before; every nerve in my body was taut. But this stimulation couldn't compare to...not compare to the pleasure of gazing at my mother's body.

My gaze was fixed on my mother's chest: "Ah...Mom, you're so beautiful!" The curves of her underwear clung tightly to her outer garment, revealing lace through the fabric, which excited me even more.

"Mom...ah...my patience has reached its limit...oh...almost there..." I closed my eyes, waiting to enjoy the pleasure.

"Oh! No..." God! The image of my mother in my mind had merged with the image of her naked body I imagined; my mind was filled with the lewd image of my mother without clothes.

"Ah...ah..." My hand, which was stroking my penis, was covered in white semen, and I felt incredibly comfortable all over.

"Mom, I'm sorry..." "Huh? How could you do this? I'm your mother." Ah! My naked penis and semen-covered hand were completely exposed to my mother.

"How could I do this? How could I do such a thing?" "Oh no! I've been found out! It's all over... all over... all over... I'm doomed... How can I explain this? How can I explain... how can I explain... ah... ah..." I found myself lying in bed. Whew! It was just a dream.

I reached down and touched my genitals. I had a wet dream. I had a wet dream! I actually had such a wet dream. But, thankfully, it was just a dream.

I turned to look at my mother. Yes, she was still fast asleep.

"Huh? This..." My mother was still lying there, fast asleep, which made me even more certain that it was just a dream. It was a dream, which reassured me a lot. No one knew I had done something perverted.

Mom, forgive me, forgive me for having inappropriate thoughts about you in my dream. "Mom, it's all my fault. I was too reckless, but... but, the reason I acted this way is because of you, Mom. Your body is so beautiful that it made me... made me have such lewd thoughts.

" "Mom, I'm sorry." Looking at my sleeping mother, my inner voice echoed. Although I had lewd thoughts, my reason still told me it was wrong.

"Mom..." Just as I was confessing, as if in a dream, the blanket covering the mature woman's body slipped down, like water flowing smoothly from a height, and my mother's mature, beautiful body was completely revealed before me. I couldn't believe it, and I didn't want to believe it, that this real body was right in front of me.

The beauty before me captivated me, and reason lost its function. The reason that had just forced me to repent was gone, and all the propriety I had been taught was completely forgotten. Now, my eyes were fixed on this mature woman, carefully admiring my own mother from head to toe, again and again.

Her arched body made her figure even more alluring, and the tight skirt, with the movement of her body, made her thighs appear and disappear intermittently; the silk clinging to her body made her flawless legs even more captivating; the shirt on her upper body could not contain her mother's large, full breasts, her breasts seemingly about to burst open the shirt at any moment, and her mature and charming face.

"Ah! Mom, it's Mom, right before my eyes... right before my eyes is my mother! I... how could I do this!" A weak sense of reason could not resist primal animalistic desires. Having just had a wet dream, she was now burning and engorged again... unconsciously, or rather, driven by primal desires, her hand moved downwards to her genitals. She gently stroked her genitals, "Mmm..." and began to masturbate.

Ah! Mother, you always make me feel unbearable! Your beautiful body, ah! Seeing your naked body would be wonderful.

"Oh..." I started stroking it quickly... Ah! As long as it's Mom, I can quickly, quickly... quickly ejaculate my hot semen for you.

But Mom's turn interrupted me. I jumped back onto the bed and covered my lower body with the blanket.

"Thump, thump, thump," my heart pounded, terrified that Mom had discovered my secret.

A few minutes later, seeing that Mom didn't react, I knew I had escaped again. Even though I was startled, my thick penis hadn't subsided, and I started stroking it again. But almost at the same time, Mom twisted her body: "Hmm..." Mom's moan?

The buttons on Mom's shirt came undone from twisting, revealing her bra inside her bag. Purple lace trim covered her partially exposed breasts, mature yet still fair and tender flesh… "Ah…" I murmured, masturbating incessantly.

"Mmm! Hot… hot…" I clearly heard Mom's voice, her low moans.

"Mmm… mmm…" Mom's hands roamed over her beautiful body, caressing her legs, buttocks, waist, and breasts… Even without directly touching her private parts or breasts, her masturbation was enough to ignite my desire. Ah

! Mmm… Mom, are you performing for me?

"Ah...ah..." Faced with this exhilarating sight, I couldn't control myself. "Ah...ah...ah..." Hot, thick semen gushed out of me again... For Mom, I ejaculated again.

But I couldn't believe it...was it a dream? The real sensation made me believe it wasn't a dream, it was real, real. In the real world, Mom also has desires.

The next day, when I woke up, Mom had already gone to work, leaving a note saying she would come over after showering at home. I felt sorry for Mom, how hard she worked for me, and I began to hate Dad. Why couldn't he let Mom live a happier life? Why did such a mature and beautiful woman like Mom have to suffer with him, having to work at the bank after marriage? ...

Life continued like this for the next few days. The days in the hospital could only be described as boring. I was in a four-person hospital room, where even peace and quiet were impossible. Of the three people sharing the room with me, one was slightly older than me, seemed to be a university student, and had also been injured in a car accident; the other two, however, looked anything but kind, having suffered knife wounds and appearing to be local thugs.

"Hey, you're a high school student, right?" "Ah, yes, I am. I'm in high school now." "I'm in university." Indeed, he was a university student, and he looked rather scholarly.

"Great, college students must have a lot of free time, right? They can do whatever they want." "It's alright." "Bored? Are you even an adult... never mind." "What?" He mumbled, "Here, take a look..." He tossed me a magazine, nothing special: "Be careful, don't let anyone see it." "Ah... it's an adult magazine, this... isn't that inappropriate?" "Hurry up and look, don't let anyone see it." He urged me.

This magazine had everything: pictures of pretty girls, sex pictures, adult comics, erotic novels... but most importantly, the women in it had their private parts completely uncovered. For someone like me who had never seen female genitalia before, it was incredibly stimulating! I treasured it and carefully flipped through it.

"Ah, God! So this is what a woman's vulva looks like..." (After class, I couldn't wait to go home. I hugged my mother from behind as she was cooking, rubbing her breasts... One hand kept rubbing her breasts, while the other hand reached under her skirt, caressing her private parts through a small piece of fabric... I pulled down her panties, and her vulva was so wet and wanton, sucking my fingers in. My mother moaned, calling my name, urging me to quickly insert her own son's big cock into her cunt...) "This is... this is incest, isn't this what I've been longing for deep down?" Seeing this, my emotions were aroused and excited.

There were several incestuous pictures at the end: a son rubbing his mother's breasts in the kitchen, the mother's wet vulva, the mother sucking her son's penis, fingers being sucked into the mother's lewd vulva, the son's penis inserted into the mother's beautiful hole... Oh my god! This book was already stimulating enough, but it even contained incestuous content. It was too much for my senses, leaving me terrified and bewildered.

I returned the book to him.

"How was it? Pretty good, right?" "Hmm... I've never seen an AV book with so much nudity." "Oh, really? Don't blame me for corrupting you." "Sorry, I want to sleep for a bit." "Okay, I won't bother you anymore." I lay on the bed, wanting to rest, but as soon as I closed my eyes, all I could see were the scenes and pictures from the book... Ah! I felt a burning desire coursing through my body, it was so uncomfortable… I finally managed to fall asleep, but in my dreams, the scenes from the book kept playing out in my mind.

When I woke up, it was already dark.

“Mom…you’re here.” “You’re awake! What’s wrong? The nurse said you’ve been sleeping all day. Are you feeling unwell?” “Nothing, Mom, don’t worry.” “Let’s have dinner, I made some food.” My mom and I ate the dinner she had prepared, looking at the news reports on the wall, but my attention was focused on my mom’s face. My mother ate her food gracefully, occasionally sticking out her tongue to moisten her lips; the spoon she used, after going into her mouth and being taken out, seemed to be glistening with her saliva; the fingers holding the spoon were so slender and elegant… My reason seemed to be completely locked away; I began to see incest as a mutually agreeable and beautiful thing, of course, only if my mother was willing to do it.

I kept thinking, secretly observing my mother's every move, while trying to figure out how to confess to her so that she would gladly accept.

Lost in thought, it was time for bed again. My mother urged me to sleep, but I pretended to be asleep, waiting for her to fall asleep. Damn it, I had caught up on sleep today, but I couldn't resist the invasion of sleepiness, and I fell asleep again.

Even in my dreams, after falling asleep, my mind was still plotting incest, how to make love to my mother… and various intimate images of her: rubbing her breasts, caressing her genitals, her sucking my penis… anything is possible in dreams.

“Mom… Mom, what are you doing…” My mother was gently stroking my still-erect penis with her slender hands, then began to masturbate it.

“Ah… ah… um…” It’s a dream, isn’t it? Even if it’s just a dream, I’m willing.

“Mom, it feels so good, lick it… Mom, lick it quickly…” What a beautiful dream, I hope it never ends.

“Wake up! Where can you find such a realistic dream?” A strange yet somewhat familiar voice—it was him… but how could he be in my dream? What’s going on?

My mother knelt on my bed, still using her delicate jade-like hand to stroke my penis. The sensation was so real, it didn't feel like a dream at all. Behind her stood three people, the same three people who shared my room.

"No... Mom, don't do this..." My mother looked up, gazing at me innocently: "Don't think nonsense, Mom isn't... Mom isn't like this..." "Mom..." "Quick, quick, take your son's big cock in your mouth!" "Mom, no... don't listen to him..." My mother hesitated, not doing as he said.

"Hurry, hurry!" "No... Mom, no..." "No? Aren't you going crazy thinking about your mother's body?" "Don't talk nonsense... Mom, don't listen to him..." "Fine! If you really don't want to." "My noble and mature mother, quickly take it in... otherwise, I'll have to cut off your son's penis!" Oh God, is this a dream? What a terrible nightmare, wake up! But I know this terrible thing really happened, this isn't a dream.

The blinding sunlight shone in through the window, waking me from my bed. I looked around; everything was as usual. My mother was no longer in the ward, leaving behind a note that appeared every day: "Mom went to work. Take good care of yourself. I'll come over after work." The glaring sunlight stung my eyes, so I quickly got out of bed to avoid it. But a thought flashed through my mind: A dream… was it a dream?

Was last night a dream? How could it be a dream? How could a dream be so real? My mother's scent still lingered on me, the feeling of her rubbing my penis was so real. How could there be such a erotic dream?!

"Lick it, lick your son's cock!" My genitals were incredibly swollen and painful; I desperately wanted to ejaculate. Under duress, my mother was licking my large penis. I dared not open my eyes; I couldn't bear to see this, even though deep down I so desperately wanted it to happen. My eyes were tightly shut, I dared not look directly at my mother's face, but even so, I could still feel her movements.

In my mind, a lewd image of my mother had already formed: her slender, jade-like hands gently grasped the base of my penis, while her cherry-colored lips, already possessing the allure of a mature woman, softly held it, enveloping my large cock in her warm mouth, her wet, slippery tongue constantly sliding across my glans, licking the most sensitive areas of my body, and occasionally sucking in and out of her mouth… This stimulation was completely different from masturbation, and it was my mother, whom I had longed for

day and night, licking me. "Oh God… ah… um…" I could easily feel my mother's warm saliva flowing across my penis, covering my entire shaft, from the glans to the scrotum, incredibly slippery, the sensation incredibly intense.

"Mmm...mmm..." I tried my best to hold back, waves of stimulation shooting through my lower body.

"Mmm..." I was about to climax! With Mom's licking, I knew I was about to ejaculate. But I couldn't. I couldn't ejaculate my semen into Mom's mouth, not even on her body. I had to hold back!

I could no longer resist the surge of lust. I secretly opened my eyes halfway, wanting to see Mom's beautiful face as she licked my penis. Ah! Mom was also licking me with her eyes closed. I knew Mom must be scared too, scared to see such an incestuous scene.

Even though she was coerced into doing something so contrary to common sense, I couldn't sense a trace of disgust on Mom's face. In Mom's skillful movements, I could feel that she also enjoyed oral sex and was immersed in the pleasure of licking my penis. Her slender, jade-like hands moved up and down incessantly, carefully licking the tip of my penis with her pink tongue, stimulating my glans with her taste buds, and occasionally sucking it in and out with her mouth… Mom loves big penises too, doesn't she?! Although it's socially unacceptable to lick her own son's penis like this, as long as it's a penis, Mom will enjoy licking it. Is that right?!

I suddenly had such a thought: that Mom was a promiscuous woman who loved to eat big penises. No! Even if Mom licked like this, she was coerced; she wasn't such a promiscuous woman, she wasn't such a slut!

I closed my eyes, shook my head, trying to be rational and stop thinking of Mom as a promiscuous woman.

Ah! But when I opened my eyes, what I saw… was… was… Mom displaying even more promiscuous actions.

Because of the constant stroking and sucking... Mom swayed back and forth, her shoulder-length hair began to fall loosely over her forehead. She was incredibly beautiful; a mature woman was playing with her disheveled hair, and behind it was a rosy, beautiful face, flushed with desire, a look of frenzied bliss, lost in passion.

Whenever you saw such a face, you would inevitably associate it with a promiscuous woman.

And at this moment, she was playing with her hair... because... because her disheveled hair would hinder her from licking a large penis, and she didn't even want to stop licking, as if afraid the large penis would slip out of her cherry-like mouth. She was determined to keep the large penis in her mouth and lick it no matter what. Only a promiscuous woman who loves large penises would do such a thing.

No... no! Mom, it's not like that!

In that instant, time seemed to stand still, each second feeling incredibly long… My mother and I met eyes, both of us frozen, as if the air between us had solidified, and time itself had stopped. My

large penis was glistening wet, coated with an unknown amount of saliva secreted from my mother's mouth. Excessive saliva dripped from her half-open mouth, naturally falling onto my penis, forming a thin, watery thread.

Time then began to move again: "No… I can't… I can't do this… This is my son… How can I, as his mother, do such a thing!" "Dear Mom, don't be stubborn! Your son's life is in my hands! Just do as I say! Besides, you like it, don't you? It's all wet down there, isn't it? If you want it, lick it!" …Wet! My mother's vulva was wet, hot and secreting vaginal fluid... all because of me, because of my big cock.

"No... I didn't... Don't talk nonsense!" "Stop talking, lick it..." My mother hesitated for a moment, then he pressed her head close to my cock, forcing her to take my dark red, huge glans into her small mouth.

"Ah... um..." Soon, the pleasure from before began to stimulate me again, ah! The stroking with my hands, the sucking with my mouth, the licking with my tongue, and the stimulation of my taste buds... um, I still bravely endured it, I knew I absolutely couldn't... I absolutely couldn't ejaculate that filthy thing, but even though my lower body was constantly being stimulated...

But in my mind, the words "Your place is all wet, isn't it?" kept echoing. I couldn't help but think, what would my mother's wet and hot vulva look like because of me?

"Ah... what are you doing!" Mom cried out in fright.

He stroked her buttocks through her short skirt, then lifted the skirt and touched the silk fabric clinging to her private parts.

"Don't do this! Don't touch my mother's body!" I shouted with difficulty.

"Don't be nervous, I won't do anything, I won't steal your mother. Hmm... noble mother, you're very wet here..." "Don't talk nonsense! No... I didn't!" He winked, and another person came over and grabbed Mom... "What are you doing?!" "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you, just... just... let your son see how wet you are down there, let your son know that you can be as wet for him too." Oh my god! This...this left me speechless; I could only watch helplessly.

"No...ah...no...please don't do this..." Ignoring my mother's pleas, he spread her legs, making her straddle me. Even through her silk panties, her genitals were still less than ten centimeters exposed to me.

"No...don't do this...please!" she cried, trying to cover her private parts with her hands.

They forcibly pulled her hands apart, and my huge penis was forced into her mouth.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...no...no...wooo..." my mother moaned.

The head of my penis was stimulated again; my mother, powerless to resist, could only choke back sobs as she licked my large penis.

I couldn't believe it. Before me stood the mature, full buttocks I'd long fantasized about, clad in white silk lace panties. Ah! So beautiful…so beautiful…Mom, you're so beautiful… I couldn't resist the temptation. I looked between my mother's legs, and through the silk lace, I saw the thick, abundant pubic hair on her lower abdomen… Then my gaze was fixed on my mother's body, on the most mysterious part of a woman's body.

The fabric covering my mother's private parts wasn't as thin as lace, making it impossible to see clearly; only the shape was vaguely discernible. But I superimposed the image of a woman's private parts from the adult book I'd read yesterday onto my mother's.

After a while, I came to my senses. I swallowed hard, my gaze still fixed on my mother's mysterious area. Was this wet? There was a wet stain on the fabric clinging to her private parts. This was... this was what they meant by "wet." Mom was wet because of me, because she was excited from licking my big cock.

"Ah... um..." Mom's licking was so amazing, I wanted... "Want to see? Your mother's most private place..." "Ugh... ugh... no... don't look..." Mom tried her best to resist, but the man held her head down, making her still suck my penis.

"Look, so amazing! Your mother is so wet, it's all thanks to you." He rubbed his fingers back and forth on Mom's mons pubis.

"Mmm... um..." Mom let out a low moan.

I was stunned, only able to watch his actions.

"Your mother is very lewd too!" "She's already so wet after just a couple of touches, she must really want someone to touch her lewd vulva. Look... your mom is really lewd, you can see her swollen clitoris even through her panties. This... look... right here..." As he spoke, he rubbed her clitoris through her silk panties.

"Mmm... ah... mmm... mmm... ooh..." My mom could only moan softly with my penis in her mouth, but you could still hear the intense stimulation her clitoris was giving her.

"Oh... your mom is enjoying it! And look, she's already so wet, so wet! Like this, your mom will enjoy it even more!" He rubbed her clitoris quickly.

"Ah... ah... ah mmm... ah... ah... ooh ah... mmm ah... ah..." My mom broke free and cried out loudly.

"What are you doing! Don't touch my mother..." "See? Your mother is really enjoying it! You don't want me to touch your mother? Hmm... okay, then you touch her, you touch her... you touch her... I won't touch her." Although this was my inner desire, I absolutely couldn't do it, absolutely not! "

You won't touch her? Noble mother, your son wants to touch your private parts, but he doesn't dare to. Mother, would you rather have a stranger like me touch you, or your own son? You decide!" My mother turned her head and looked at me innocently: "Son, this isn't your fault. He's the pervert, not you... If a stranger has to touch my body, I'd rather you touch me." "Mom! But..." "Son, touch... me..." My mother's voice trembled.

Although such thoughts lingered in my mind, I still found it difficult to act.

"Hey, hurry up! Or I'll go for it!" "No... don't touch my mom..." Good heavens! How could this be? My mother actually asked me to touch her genitals. Ah! This... this is so wonderful, my mother actually likes me, and wants me to touch her private parts. Hmm... my lower body reacted instinctively to what I was about to do; I could feel my big cock growing... growing bigger than ever before.

"Hurry...hurry up! My good son...save Mom...don't let other people's dirty hands touch Mom's body. Good son...touch...touch Mom..." I knew Mom was saying these words out of desperation, but...I couldn't control myself. In my mind, Mom had become a slut yearning for someone to touch her private parts.

I trembled as I raised my hand and slowly placed it on Mom's buttocks. Even through her silk panties, I could still feel Mom's body temperature. I began to move my hand...perhaps out of fear, I didn't dare to touch her hard. I gently stroked Mom's plump buttocks, but... "Mmm...mmm..." Perhaps this was more stimulating for Mom, because she actually moaned.

Then my gaze moved to Mom's genitals. Sure enough, just as that man had said, even through the silk fabric, I could clearly see her clitoris, swollen with excitement.

Is Mom really a promiscuous woman? Her clitoris is so swollen. My fingers unconsciously slide towards Mom's private parts, stroking her mons pubis... My fingers are pressing against Mom's wet labia, and even through her panties, I can feel their softness. My fingers touch the wet crevice between her labia... This... This... I know, I've touched Mom's most private place... This is Mom's vulva, and entering this crevice means entering Mom's...

I feel incredibly excited, and I absentmindedly stroke her vulva back and forth with my fingers.

"Mmm..." Mom twists her body.

Is Mom feeling something? Is she feeling something because of the caresses?

"Ah... Are you feeling something? Your son is making you feel good, isn't he? You're making your mom feel good!

Touch this, and your mom will feel even better, she'll feel like she's flying to heaven!" The man was referring to my mother's clitoris, and I unconsciously began rubbing it.

As I rubbed her clitoris, "Ah...ah...um..." my mother writhed violently.

I couldn't stop my fingers. "Um...um...ah...ah...um..." Hearing my mother's moans only made me quicken my movements.

"Ah...ah...ah...um...um..." As long as my fingers didn't stop, my mother continued to moan.

Soon, the silk fabric clinging to her vulva was soaked, and it was getting wetter and wetter... Seeing the fluids flowing from my mother's vulva, I continued to rapidly stroke her clitoris.

"Ah...ah...no...no...I can't take it anymore..." Hearing my mother cry out "I can't take it anymore," I quickened my rubbing movements. I'm such an evil son, wanting to see my own mother climax.

"Ah...um...ah...Mom...Mom, why are you..." Her slender jade hands began to manipulate my large penis, her tongue licking it incessantly, accompanied by sucking as she moved in and out.

"Ah...ah...Mom..." My mother probably couldn't take it anymore, wanting to suck my cock. My mother's lewd licking of my penis sent waves of intense stimulation through me, making it hard to resist.

"Ah...oh...so good, so good...Mom...Mom...Mom...good...licking me feels so good...I...I...so good...woo...um...um...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...no...no...don't stop...um...faster...faster...harder...faster...ah ah...ah ah...ah...so good...I'm going to die..." I never expected Mom to scream so wildly, I never thought I could make Mom feel so good, I could make Mom excited, I could even make Mom orgasm.

"Ah... um... ah... um... ah... so good, so good... Mom... you're so amazing... I can't take it... I can't hold back anymore... this time I can't hold back... I really can't take it anymore..." "Um... um... um... um ah ah ah... ah... ah... um... ah..." Almost simultaneously, my mother and I both screamed, releasing all our pent-up emotions.

White, cloudy semen spurted from the tip of my large penis. As it ejaculated, I quickly pulled my penis out of my mother's mouth, but half of the semen still ended up in her mouth, while the rest scattered across her beautiful face and fair body.

My mother trembled for a while, clearly enjoying my rubbing of her clitoris. Perhaps, perhaps she also longed for something more.

After a shudder, a large patch of my mother's silk panties was soaked with her own vaginal fluids, so wet... Through the damp fabric, I could clearly see my mother's vulva, I saw her most intimate flesh.

My God! How could this be? Such a vivid memory, how could it be a dream? Absolutely not! How could it be a dream? Everything felt so real, every touch so unforgettable... No! It couldn't just be a dream.

I pondered this in my mind, but I wasn't entirely sure I could believe it wasn't a dream.

This was real, I couldn't even be sure myself, what was this...? I still couldn't understand what had happened to me these past few days. I could barely distinguish between dreams and reality, like an unimaginable erotic dream, in which everything I wanted had come true.

In my dream, it wasn't just the lewd thoughts of me peeping at my mother's body that appeared; there was also the image of my mother frantically licking my penis. Was this a dream, an incestuous act between mother and son? All these memories were just dreams, God!

How I wish all of this were real, not just a figment of my imagination.

But whether it was real or an illusion, the truly terrible thing was that I couldn't tell if it was a dream or if it had actually happened. Damn it, let me figure this out! Even if it wasn't what I hoped for, even if it was just a figment of my imagination, I still had to figure it out!

My mind was a complete mess, filled with lewd images of my mother's body: "Oh... Mom... I love you so much!" 'Ah... right...' Just as my mind was filled with lewd thoughts about my mother, a sudden chill ran through me: 'Where are those two... where are they?' I jolted awake, realizing those two weren't in the hospital room.

"You're awake? The doctor said you can be discharged!" My father appeared before me, startling me.

"You can be discharged now. Dad's here to take you home." "Where's Mom?" "Mom went to work. Dad's going to work soon too. You just stay home and rest." On the way home, my mind was still haunted by last night's lewd dream. It was just a dream, all of it. I had impure thoughts about my mother's body, and those thoughts made me have this dream. I wanted it to be real, so I kept treating it as real. I tried hard to convince myself that it was all a dream.

But actually, I wasn't sure myself. Last night, my mother licking my penis was indeed just a dream. But even I forgot how perverted I was that night, how I spied on my mother's sleeping body, rubbing my own hot penis, and desecrating her sacred body with my semen… "Stay home and rest, Dad has to go to work." 'Leaving me alone at home, doesn't he realize I'm a patient?' Alone at home, utterly bored, my mother's beautiful figure and her clean body resurfaced in my mind.

"Oh…" I lay on the bed, rubbing my hot penis, my mother's image becoming clearer and clearer in my mind.

My mother in her pajamas, an apron wrapped around her neck, cooking in the kitchen; my mother in casual clothes before bed; and most exciting of all, my mother in a uniform suit with stockings and high-heeled sandals, her beautiful legs on full display.

"Ah...so beautiful...I love seeing Mom dressed like this." Even...even my mother's naked body, which I'd never seen before, flashed through my mind.

The mother was completely naked except for a bra and a small pair of panties, her body almost entirely exposed before her son. She lowered her head shyly, unable to look directly at him, unwilling to see his erect penis, unwilling to see him masturbating against her body. Perhaps she was afraid… afraid to see her son rubbing his penis against her body; or perhaps the reason she didn't watch him masturbate was… that she herself wasn't disgusted by his disrespectful actions, but afraid that she too would feel aroused by his actions, that her own genitals would itch unbearably because of his erect penis. She was afraid, afraid that she was that kind of woman.

The mother lowered her head, her face flushed with shyness. Even with her underwear covering her, she timidly covered her genitals with one hand and clutched her soft, white breasts with the other, unable to resist exposing her body to her son.

"Ah... um... I can't take it... Mom... you're so beautiful... I love you, Mom, I love you so much... so beautiful... I... I... I want to ejaculate thick semen in front of you... Mom... I want to shoot all my thick semen on you... you'll like it too, right... Mom..." "Ah... oh..." I kept rubbing my hot, swollen penis: "Mom... Mom, I want you... I want to have you..." "Ah... um... um..." A surge of heat rushed out of my body, and I felt a wave of comfort throughout my body: "Oh... um..." My lust for my mother did not stop after I released my pent-up desire. After ejaculating thick semen, I kept thinking: "One day... one day I must ejaculate inside Mom's wet and hot vagina." In just a few days, my feelings for my mother have gone from fondness to infatuation, and now an incestuous thought fills my mind: I want to have my mother. Even if it's an evil thought, I don't care anymore. Mom, I must have your body!

Today, after returning from the hospital, lying in my room on the bed, I fantasized about my mother's body, and I ejaculated my thick, hot semen on her again. In my mind, my semen covered my mother's pure white body.

After this masturbation, I clearly understand that my childhood fondness for my mother, which evolved into infatuation, wasn't without reason. I now understand that my mother's beautiful image has appeared countless times in my dreams, from dreaming of her loving nature as a child, to dreaming of her beautiful body, and now I dream of... masturbating with my mother, dreaming of her giving me oral sex, having sex with me... These are all subconscious thoughts, but I've never dared to confront this incestuous, societally unacceptable idea.

I told myself, without certainty, that the woman in my dream was my mother, and I dared not confront the incestuous thoughts deep within my mind.

But now, I wanted her, I wanted my mother. This desire filled my mind; my thoughts were free. I let my mind be free. I had to have Mom. I told myself it wasn't some immoral thought; maybe Mom was even longing for my body.

And so I lay in bed, falling asleep with these lewd thoughts… When I woke up, I hadn't forgotten my lustful desires, but I also clearly understood that getting Mom wouldn't be easy. Even if Mom wanted my body, freeing her from traditional constraints wouldn't be simple. But no matter how difficult it was, I… I had to have Mom's body, abandon all moral constraints, I had to know all of Mom's secrets.

While Mom wasn't home yet—she wouldn't be back for a while—I went to her room, wanting to learn all her secrets. Opening my mother's wardrobe, the scent of a mature woman made me dizzy and incredibly excited. I instinctively felt a warm, wet sensation in my lower body, as if my penis was about to swell again.

In a corner of the wardrobe, the clothes closest to my mother's body—underwear and panties… My mother is a conservative woman, isn't she? Although there were several styles of underwear, each made of lace and sheer, slightly transparent material, there weren't the sexy lingerie I had imagined.

But upon closer inspection, these panties were all high-cut and high-waisted. These high-cut camisoles, paired with my mother's tight-fitting skirt, would make the V-shaped lines of her panties clearly visible, even through the skirt. In the bank, many people would follow behind my mother, just to see her V-shaped camisoles clinging to her full buttocks. It seems my mother isn't necessarily a conservative woman; perhaps she wants to dress sexy but is afraid of gossip.

Then I caught a glimpse of a set of purple underwear. This…this is the set Mom wore that day…in the hospital! The one I'd glimpsed from her chest, the one that clung to her body that day.

"Oh my god…" I inhaled deeply, sniffing it. So fragrant…so fragrant…this must be the smell of Mom's breasts!

"Ah…" Then this little camisole…I picked up the matching panties, this purple, sheer fabric—wasn't that the one Mom wore that day?

"Oh…oh my god…" Even though I knew it had been washed, the thought still made me feel hot all over. This…this little piece of fabric, the fabric at the bottom of this camisole, was the one that clung to Mom's private parts.

"Ah…oh my god…Mom…" I stuck out my tongue, wanting to taste it, even though it had been washed, I still wanted to try.

Just as I was getting excited and about to taste my mother's private parts, the sound of a door closing snapped me back to reality.

"Mom, is that Mom back?" I panicked, quickly putting my underwear back.

Peeking through the crack in the door, it was indeed Mom, no doubt, but she was walking towards me. How could I tell?

Just as Mom entered the room: "Mom, you're back. My head hurts a little, do you have any painkillers?" "Ah...you have a headache? Let me see." Mom, unsuspecting, stepped forward and gently touched my forehead: "It's okay, no fever. Should we go to the hospital?" "No need, actually I'm fine, I'll probably be better soon." At this moment, Mom's body was very close to mine. That scent...the scent emanating from Mom's body was different from the smell of my underwear. This was the scent of a mature woman, wasn't it?

"Mom, I'll go out first. If you're still not feeling well, come back for your medicine." I left the room, closing the door behind me, but deliberately leaving a small crack. I knew Mom would change out of her work suit, so I closed the door to reassure her.

Peeking through the crack, I could feel my heart racing. Through the small crack, I saw her remove her suit jacket; the white shirt couldn't hide her light blue bra, her breasts pushing the shirt tightly. Mom's breasts were so big, so beautiful, 34D—thinking about the size of that bra, I realized Mom's breasts were actually that big.

"Ah…" Through my pants, I started rubbing my penis again; the sight of her undressing made it painfully hard.

As I unbuttoned my mother's shirt, half of her fair breast was exposed before my eyes. My mother's 34D breasts were so beautiful, so delicate and fair. Were her areolas pink or a mature brown?

Hmm... a mature woman was now only wearing a pencil skirt, stockings, underwear, and panties... Oh my god! Then my mother took off her pencil skirt and stockings. She was wearing stockings that reached her waist. As she took off her skirt, a pair of long, beautiful legs were revealed. And under those stockings was her camisole—yes, a sheer lace high-cut camisole. Underneath the stockings were light blue panties. Besides giving my mother the charm of a mature woman, they also added a touch of youthful exuberance to her.

I controlled my excitement; my penis was burning hot. "Mom, I love you. I want to ejaculate all my semen into you. My penis is so hard... Mom... Mom... I want you..." My mother lifted her shapely legs and took off her pantyhose. I waited, eager to peek at her body clad only in underwear.

My mother's fair, soft skin and the light blue underwear were a perfect match. Her full breasts swayed with every movement.

"Oh...so good...Mom, you're so beautiful..." I wanted to release my pent-up desire again, but I couldn't. I had to hold back. Seeing Mom put on her loungewear, I rushed into the bathroom and poured cold water on myself to extinguish my lust and lewd thoughts.

I realized Mom was truly beautiful, so incredibly beautiful. I was completely captivated. Even though she was wearing casual loungewear, I could still get an erection from her every move.

After dinner, Dad told me to rest early and urged me to go to my room to sleep. I was unwilling, but I had no choice. Actually, I was quite tired, and I fell asleep soon after lying down.

I don't know how long I slept, but I suddenly woke up. It was past midnight. I got up to use the bathroom. But I didn't go to the bathroom. I went to the washing machine and carefully, without making a sound, took out the small bag containing my mother's underwear. These were unwashed underwear; she had worn them all day, and they had been in contact with her private parts all day. Just thinking about it made me feel hot and humid.

"Mmm...it's Mom's scent...oh..." The inside of the underwear, the small part that was pressed against my mother's private parts—that was the scent of her private parts. There was still a little of her secretion on it.

"Hoo...ah..." I tasted the flavor of my mother's private parts with my tongue. It was a little sour, and had an inexplicable taste. I guess it was the seductive scent of a mature woman!

"Mom's private parts...I indirectly licked Mom's vulva." My God! The stimulation was so intense that...I didn't notice my penis getting hot and swollen.

I took Mom's panties with me; I wanted to go back to the room and savor the taste of her private parts.

Then I made another discovery: Mom's room was dimly lit, and the door was ajar. I secretly hid outside, wanting to see what was going on.

A small nightlight was on in the room. Although the light was dim, I could still vaguely see Mom and Dad.

"Honey...it's been so long, come on! I really want it..." I wasn't mistaken; it was Mom's voice. Mom was so lewdly asking for sex. But it's understandable; Mom had been with me in the hospital for over a week, so it's inevitable she'd have physical needs. "

Honey, I want it so much...I really want it..." "No...I'm too tired today!" Dad completely ignored Mom's request.

Damn it! Such a beautiful woman asked you to have sex, and you...you ignored her! Dad, are you trying to make Mom a bitter woman?!

Oh my god! Mom was wearing a sexy, sheer nightgown I'd never seen before. She was lying on the bed, and in the dim light, I could vaguely see her beautiful figure. And it seemed she wasn't wearing a bra.

Dad ignored Mom, and Mom...Mom actually started licking Dad's...Mom's kneeling position on the bed was so alluring; it was hard to imagine Mom having this side to her.

Oh...As Mom moved back and forth licking, her breasts swayed back and forth with her. "Ah...Mom...I love you...lick mine...lick your own son's..." Completely unconsciously, she pulled out her hot penis and started rubbing it.

"Mom...I love you...ah...Mom, if you could help me too, that would be so good...humph...ah...Mom..." Watching his mother's swaying figure in the dim light, he used her old camisole to masturbate his penis: "Ah...Mom..." "Hmm...ah..." "So fast? Husband...how could it be so fast..." His mother got out of bed in disappointment, and he hid in the shadows.

His mother went to the bathroom, probably to wash up? He continued to rub his huge penis, looking at his mother's graceful body, he was almost at his limit. From this angle, his mother's sheer nightgown made her perfect figure appear as if she wasn't wearing anything at all, completely exposed before him.

"Ah... Mom... Mom... Let me satisfy you... Ah... Hmm... Ah... Ah..." My hot semen shot all over Mom's bra, right onto that small spot pressed against her genitals, just like having sex with her. I felt an unparalleled pleasure.

"Swish... Swish... Swish..." Mom was showering.

I walked towards the bathroom, leaving my bra, soaked in my hot semen, by the door. Mom would definitely find it, she definitely would. What kind of surprised expression would she have? Unfortunately, I couldn't enjoy her surprised expression here. My appearance at this moment might cost me my mother.

Back in my room, lying back on the bed, my mind kept thinking about what Mom would do. Mom would definitely guess it was me. Maybe she would even swallow all my semen!

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