My Love Story with My Mother (Part 3) (reprinted)

From that point on, my feelings toward my mother changed. I even dreamed of having sex with my mother once. When I woke up, I had a wet dream. I felt very guilty, but I couldn't control those thoughts.

Ever since my mom discovered I was having wet dreams, the frequency with which she changed my underwear has changed. Before, it was at least once a week, but now she has to change my underwear every three days. However, my relationship with my mom remains perfectly normal.
When I changed clothes, my mother would go to the kitchen and draw the curtain to avoid me. Even when she bathed me and scrubbed my back, she would tell me to cover my groin with a towel. Back then, bathing involved a long tub. I would sit in the tub, cover my groin with a wet towel, and face away from the bathroom door. Only after I was covered would I call for my mother, and she would come in to scrub my back. You could say that my relationship with my mother was completely different from what you'd find in erotic novels. Even when we were sleeping, sometimes when I got up in the middle of the night, my mother's blanket would be spread out, and she would be wearing conservative pajamas. The only parts of her body that were exposed were her feet, hands, and head; everything else was completely covered.

We were using two separate blankets and pillows the whole time. Luckily, the bed was huge, at least two meters wide, so even though my mom and I were far apart, we didn't fall to the floor.

Later I learned that when my mother found out I was going through puberty, she wanted to keep a certain distance from me. It's not really appropriate for a teenager to share a bed with his mother, so my mother had a carpenter make a bed that was wider than a regular double bed, all so that I could grow up healthily.

My mother doesn't know that I've already been corrupted by my classmates and the internet...

Although I learned how to masturbate back then, I didn't masturbate very often. I was lucky if I did it once a week. I would masturbate secretly in bed when I was living at school, and then I would ejaculate on my stomach. After that, I would wipe myself clean with my hands and tissues, and I would put those tissues in my pockets.

At home, sharing a bed with my mother, I really don't dare to masturbate, because I always feel guilty when I do, and the emptiness that follows ejaculation makes me feel guilty and regretful. But when I'm driven by lust, I still can't help it.

Although I had the idea of having sex with my mother at that time, it only remained in my dreams and fantasies. I had no intention of actually doing it because my mother was great in my eyes. If I did that to her, it would be as if I were hurting and desecrating her.

Until one time, I drank too many beverages at school and got up in the middle of the night to pee. When I went to the bathroom to pee, I saw something: a pair of pink underwear on the twin-tub washing machine.
Upon seeing these panties, my previously limp penis suddenly became erect. I really don't know why seeing a woman's panties evokes this feeling; it's as if the panties are a stunningly naked woman, instantly arousing my sexual desire. Why is its triangular shape so sexy to me?

Of course I know whose underwear it is. Besides me, it could only be my mom's. My mom always changes her clothes after I go to sleep. I guess she put the underwear on the washing machine after she changed it, planning to wash it the next morning.
Because my mom goes to bed later and gets up earlier than me, she's not afraid I'll see her at all. After all, I rarely get up at night, so what could she do even if she did?

Clothes are often hung out to dry in the bathroom on the second floor of my house. My mother's underwear and bras are also left there after washing, which is perfectly normal.

The only unusual thing was that the underwear I saw this time was unwashed underwear belonging to my mother, and I also became curious about sex and my mother. Because it had been sunny all week, and I had been home every day, I hadn't masturbated for at least ten days. The moment I saw my mother's underwear, I was instantly aroused. I stood next to the toilet, looking at my mother's underwear, and started masturbating.

To be honest, my penis is actually quite large. Although I'm only 15 years old, it's almost 15 centimeters long when erect. When I go to the public restroom at school, I've seen my classmates' penises, but none of them seem as big as mine; mine is much shorter.

Because of my personality, I always take a step forward when I go to the toilet, so I can see other people's penises, but they can't see mine. Even when I'm facing male classmates, I choose to avoid them.

It's clear how closed off I am inside. It's because of this personality and the shadows left from my childhood that my personality is different from others, and I even have a slightly abnormal mentality. However, I only discovered these things later.

It's said that boys from single-parent families often have some degree of Oedipus complex, which is quite normal. So I think it's normal for me to have feelings for my mother. Almost everyone has such feelings, but very few actually do.

When I looked at my mother's underwear, I could vaguely see that there seemed to be some dampness in the middle of the pocket. The underwear was really small, it was the lace kind, very thin and narrow. Normally I masturbate for about a minute, but that time I masturbated for less than five minutes before I ejaculated, and I ejaculated into the toilet. Afterwards, I wiped my hands and penis with the toilet.

This was the first time I had ever done this at home, especially in front of my mother's underwear. But I really didn't have the courage to pick up her underwear. I don't know if it was because of fear or because of a sliver of reason left...

When I got back to bed, my mother was still fast asleep. I lay down on the bed and saw my mother next to me. I felt a pang of guilt, as if I had hurt her.
When my mother and I sleep together, she usually has her back to me, her face turned away from the bed. She rarely faces me, and I don't know why. Perhaps if she doesn't face me, she won't remember that she's sharing a bed with her son, nor will she remember the dire situation we're in, where we don't even have a house.

In the time that followed, I still frequently went to internet cafes and often browsed incest novels. Gradually, I became less averse to novels about mother-son incest and instead became increasingly addicted.

After reading all the mother-son stories in the "Keep the good stuff in the family" section, I actually started actively searching for similar articles elsewhere online. It's fair to say that during that period, mother-son novels occupied my entire after-school life.

Mom: "Xiao Bo, you've been spending your allowance quite quickly lately..."

Until one day, my mother finally realized something was wrong. After I got home from school, my mother asked me about it.
Me: "I...I bought drinks and sausages and ate them..."

When my mother asked me, I couldn't help but answer hesitantly, and at the same time, I felt a sudden panic.

Because all that money was actually "contributed" to internet cafes, but I couldn't let my mom know that I was secretly going online. Although my mom wouldn't hit me or scold me, her "heartfelt advice" was more painful than a beating.

Mom: "It's not that I'm worried about the money, but eating too many snacks is bad for your health. You're growing, so eat less of those things, okay?"

My mother stroked my head and said to me, "My mother's hands are warm and fragrant." I couldn't help but rub my mother's hands together.

Although my mom and I don't even own a house yet, she's never stingy with my allowance. You could say I have the most allowance among my classmates.

Before, my mom would give me an allowance that would last me a week, but now I can't even last four days. But even after my mom found out, she didn't ask me too many questions.

Because my mother checks my pockets every night before I go to sleep, she can't hide how much money I have left. She always gives me money willingly, and I never have to ask for it. This shows how much my mother cares for me.

But if you do something wrong, it will eventually come to light. One day after school, my mother finally took the initiative to talk to me.

Mom: "Xiaobo, your teacher called and said your study habits haven't been very good lately."

When I changed my underwear again that night, my mother held up my underwear and looked at it, her brows slightly furrowed.
Me: "I...I..."

I didn't know how to answer for a moment. Firstly, I had a wet dream that morning; secondly, semen leaked out when I was reading erotic novels; and thirdly, sometimes I didn't wipe properly after masturbating, resulting in more white spots on my underwear than usual. Finally, my mother asked me about it. But at the time, I didn't understand what my mother was thinking; I assumed it was because of what the teacher said. Actually, it was also because of my underwear...

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