My Love Story with My Mother (6th Edition)

Just as my fingers touched my mother's underwear, before I could even hook them, her legs suddenly moved, and then her body instantly rolled over, from lying on her side to lying on her back.

This situation was so sudden that it almost scared me out of my wits. On instinct, I immediately squatted down and lay on the ground, then held my breath. At that moment, I felt as if all the blood in my body had stopped flowing, and all my life had ceased.

Sweat immediately beaded on my forehead, and I trembled all over. It was the most terrifying experience I had ever had in my life. People really shouldn't do anything against their conscience.

"Creak, creak..." The mattress made a creaking sound as my mother was turning over, making me afraid to even breathe.

"I'm dead, I'm dead! What am I going to do if Mom wakes up and sees me?" At that moment, I was so scared that I wanted to find a hole to hide in. At the same time, my brain short-circuited, and I didn't know how to explain it to my mom. I lay on the ground without moving.

"Hmm..." Mom murmured in her sleep, and then everything fell silent again. I didn't dare move, and the seconds ticked by. I don't know how much time passed, maybe about five minutes later, I couldn't help but slowly lift my head and peek over the bed. I found that Mom was still fast asleep, her breathing very even. I slowly got up, my hands already numb from supporting myself.

It seems that Mom hasn't woken up yet. Mom's turning over was just a coincidence. At this moment, Mom's skirt fell down because of the turning over, covering her hips, but her thighs were still exposed.

And because Mom was lying on her back, her breasts were exposed. Although they were covered by her nightgown, I could still see their round, full, and large outlines clearly.

I took a deep breath, and driven by lust, I couldn't help but reach out my hand. At that moment, I felt as if my hand was out of control, reaching for my mother's breast. However, just as my hand was about to touch my mother's breast, I felt as if I had been electrocuted and quickly pulled my hand back.

My mom just rolled over, which startled me and served as a wake-up call.

How much did Mom drink tonight?

Will my mother notice when I touch her?

I had no confidence in any of these things. Even if I touched my mother's breasts and took off her underwear, would I have the courage to penetrate her?

I stood by the bed, struggling with various thoughts and choices. In the end, I realized that I didn't have the courage at all, after all, it was the first time I had done something like this to my mother.

"Phew..." In the end, I could only exhale, then gently pinched the hem of my mother's skirt to cover her thighs, restoring her to her original state.

At that moment, I looked down at my penis, which had become limp from the shock my mother had given me. However, upon seeing my mother's breasts and legs, my penis involuntarily became erect again.

I ended up tiptoeing to the bathroom and masturbating. Perhaps seeing my mother's buttocks had excited me, because I ejaculated in less than two minutes. You know, I used to be able to masturbate for at least ten minutes. This time, I ejaculated a lot of semen, which sprayed into the toilet. Finally, I wiped my hands and penis clean with toilet paper.

The emptiness I felt after ejaculation temporarily relieved my sexual desire and also made me temporarily lose interest in my mother's body.

I went back to bed and, taking advantage of the emptiness after ejaculating, soon fell into a deep sleep.

This was the first time I encountered a scene similar to one in a novel, but I failed. However, I still gained something. The image of my mother in her underwear was imprinted in my mind, unforgettable. Every time I think of that scene, my penis immediately becomes erect. But after seeing my mother's lower body, my desire for her body grew stronger, and my curiosity about her body deepened. Tomorrow is the weekend; will my mother take a shower?

Please, no more accidents. I really, really want to see my mother's body.

When I woke up the next day, my mother was no longer in bed, and I could hear her cooking from outside the curtain.

However, I felt a little embarrassed to go out at that moment. I had done something wrong, and I was feeling guilty. I didn't know if my mother had found out last night.

My mother's turning over last night might have been a coincidence, or it might have been intentional. I couldn't tell at all, so I was a little hesitant to go out after getting dressed.

Mom: "Come out for dinner? What are you dawdling about?"

After waiting for a while, my mother pulled back the curtain and said to me. At that moment, I looked at my mother's expression and saw nothing unusual.
Me: "Oh..."

I quickly agreed and then went outside to sit down at the table. "Clatter..." Mom gently tapped my hand with her chopsticks.

Mom: "Wash up first, then eat..." Me: "Uh..."

I was so nervous just now that I forgot to wash up.

Mom: "Why are you so clumsy and absent-minded..."

After I finished washing up, I ate with my mother. She talked to me, telling me what to do that day, and everything seemed normal, which put my mind at ease. Then, a wave of regret washed over me. If I had known my mother hadn't woken up last night, why didn't I…

Sigh, it's too late to say anything now. I can only wait for the next opportunity; next time I'll be bolder. Mom: "Son, the midterm exams are coming up soon, aren't they?"

Me: "Yeah..."

Mom: "It's good that your grades are stable this time. As long as you maintain these grades, getting into the top high school shouldn't be a problem..."

Our city's No. 1 High School is a key high school. If you can get into No. 1 High School, you will have no problem getting into university.

Moreover, dozens of students from our junior high school get into top schools every year, and I've consistently ranked in the top three in the entire school, so it's practically a sure thing.

Whenever my mother talks about my studies with relatives and friends, she is filled with pride. You could say that I am my mother's pride and the source of her motivation to work hard and earn money.

However, seeing my mother's expectant expression, I suddenly felt nervous. Recently, I have been unable to concentrate in class, and I have a vague feeling that my learning progress has fallen behind. Although I have not experienced any exams, I am sure that my grades will drop, but I don't know how much they will drop.

However, this brief worry was quickly dispelled by my own fantasies and desires, and I couldn't help but look forward to tonight. After seeing my mother's underwear last night, I couldn't help but look forward to seeing her naked body even more.

My mom looks so sexy in her underwear, what would she look like naked? Thinking about this, my penis involuntarily became erect again, even though I was wearing pants.

Mom: "Son, what are you thinking about? Mom is talking to you."

Me: "Huh? Mom, what did you say?"

As a result, my mother shook her chopsticks, interrupting my fantasy and thoughts. She frowned and said something to me, which immediately made me panic because I had just been thinking about my mother's naked body.

Mom: "Son, have you been having something on your mind lately? Are you even dawdling like this in class?"

Me: "No...no...no..." After hearing my answer, my mother seemed a little disbelieving, and a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.

Mom: "That's good... I just said I'd have your aunt come over later to help me at the clinic, and I'll take you to buy some clothes..."

Me: "No need, Mom. Having enough clothes is fine. You don't earn money easily. If you can, buy a few more..."

Thinking of my mother's hard work, I immediately started to make excuses. Actually, I really don't care much about looking pretty; having clothes is enough. But thinking about my mother's hard work makes me reluctant to spend money. Every time I leave an internet cafe, thinking about how I've "contributed" my mother's hard-earned money to it, I feel incredibly regretful. But when this fantasy arises, I can't help but go back to the internet cafe.
Bar.

I feel like I'm completely addicted to drugs. When the withdrawal symptoms hit, I really can't control myself. But when I think about how hard my mother works, I feel guilty. I'm tormented by these things, so it's no wonder I can't concentrate in class.

Mom: "Mom's getting old and losing her looks, why buy new clothes? As long as you're doing well, Mom is content. Eat up, your aunt will be here soon..."

Afterwards, I continued eating, glancing repeatedly at my mother. Thinking about what happened last night, and the hole they pried open in the bathroom, I felt incredibly guilty, even wanting to cry. I felt so helpless. I really wanted to tell my mother about my inner turmoil, but I didn't dare. In the end, I could only bury all my thoughts deep inside…

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