In the school warehouse, he was tricked into having sex with the nurse.

As a freshman in college, I have to ride my bike to the junior high school every night to pick up my mother. She works as a traffic safety volunteer at a nearby junior high school, wearing a shiny vest similar to a traffic police officer's vest, directing traffic at the main intersection near the school. Although these are alleyways, the traffic is heavy at night, and the junior high students finish their evening self-study around 8 or 9 pm. My mother is the head of the volunteer traffic safety team.

Because my younger brother also studies at that school, my mother goes there even more every day. Unfortunately, as a college student with fewer classes, my mother used to walk home by herself, but recently I heard about groping perverts in the area, so under pressure from my dad, I have to ride my bike for ten minutes every night to pick her up. Whenever I have to play games or join a raid at night, I have no choice but to go and get my bike. Today was the same as usual. Although I was annoyed, I still swore at my dad on the way.

However, as half a year has passed, I've gotten used to this daily routine of picking me up and dropping me off. I've even started to subtly begin to treat my mother like my lover. Maybe it's because I've never had a girlfriend. I'm still young and virile, and whenever I get an erection, I can only watch porn online and masturbate. But as I spend more time alone with my mother, we've started to talk to each other. I've unknowingly become infatuated with her, and thus embarked on my incestuous path.

I started watching videos of mothers and sons committing incest online, reading incestuous articles on forums, and imagining my own mother as a character in those stories. This excited me, and I became increasingly aroused by these incestuous feelings. Every time I fantasized about my mother in bed, my penis pounding against her buttocks, her vagina overflowing with vaginal fluid, her cries growing louder and louder. The pleasure from these fantasies gave me that forbidden, pleasurable sensation after each ejaculation.

I wanted to act like those incestuous stories, but looking at real life, oh well, forget it. Novels are always idealized; every mother in them is voluptuous and has a large bottom. Looking at my own mother, she's 164cm tall, not bad looking, wears glasses like an auntie, and dresses like a typical Taiwanese mother. I still want to have an affair with her, though I know it's unlikely. My mother has always been good to me, possessing the air of a school teacher, the loving heart of a kind mother, and the attentiveness of a friend or lover.

Even with a decent figure, her natural feminine charm and soft voice are captivating; she's someone everyone likes. I arrived early today and waited at the intersection for my mother to direct traffic. Looking at her, I saw that she had short, youthful hair and had changed to thin black-rimmed glasses. Her chest was actually quite large, but it was covered by her vest. She was wearing a pearl-white long dress and ordinary ladylike shoes. She was waving the traffic baton, and the flashing red light made her oval face look flushed. I was completely dumbfounded.

My mother called out, "Son, stop daydreaming!" I quickly got up and realized I'd been staring at her, completely absorbed. She walked over and said, "You've been staring at me like that. Are you getting impatient, or are you in a hurry to get back to the computer?" I quickly said no, but as I stood up, my fantasies about her had made my penis bulge in my work pants, which she saw. She laughed and said, "What are you thinking about? Seeing those middle school girls, you're thinking about lewd things?" Her pink lips parted slightly, revealing a pair of dimples on her cheeks.

Those dimples on her oval face were her most captivating feature; I'd heard that's how my father fell for her. I felt a blush creep up my face in embarrassment. After all, I'm a college student now, so I don't have much to worry about when it comes to these kinds of slightly risqué topics. I casually said, "It's because Mom is pretty that she does that." My mother tapped me on the head with her baton, saying that I was talking inappropriately. She laughed and asked me to help her carry some things to school. I immediately put on a reluctant expression and said, "Oh, I'll just go."

Normally, the volunteers' vests and batons are kept in the guard room every day, but they've been going missing lately. So we have to collect and organize them every day and put them in a classroom in another building at school. My mother, being the head of the volunteer group, has the key, and the guard used to help her get them. But today, the guard went out to slack off, and since I was free, my mother asked me to help. I carried a box of volunteer equipment, walked past the motorcycle shed by the wall, and went around to the door at the top of the small stairs. My mother opened the door. Although the lights weren't on inside, the large spotlights on the playground made it fairly clear. However, that was only clear from inside looking out; from outside looking in, the reflection from the glass and the dim lighting made it impossible to see anything.

I assumed the staff room was just like that, and was about to leave it lying around when my mother said, "We're not there yet?" I saw her walking inside, opening a wooden door on the wall. Inside was a small storage room filled with school stuff. I could only groan a few times in protest. There was a white light on the storage room, and two student desks pushed together to form a table. I placed the equipment on the floor, and my mother said, "Thank you for your hard work, let's go." Her sweet voice made it impossible for me to be angry. That

night, I read incestuous stories, imagining my mother's appearance, and continued masturbating. Suddenly, I thought of that small storage room, and a lustful thought arose in my mind. All I could imagine was pinning my mother down in that storage room and making love with her. After I ejaculated and calmed down, I thought it might be feasible, so I started my plan to have sex with my mother. I began to accompany my mother to that warehouse every day, observing the time and the terrain. Once I had everything under control, I started thinking about the next step of my plan.

I started by constantly making sexual advances to my mother and discussing erotic issues with her. My mother was very surprised at first, but with my smooth-talking skills, she was still willing to talk to me. I would pretend to rest at the warehouse entrance when we went to that small warehouse and chat with my mother casually. My mother was shy at first, but when I kept asking questions, she always dodged the questions and said that I had become so lewd. Seeing my mother blushing and looking so shy as I questioned her, I felt even more urge to knead her ample breasts inside her. And that unexpected day came. It

was raining a little that day, and my damn car wouldn't start. I grabbed two umbrellas, saying I wanted to give them to my mother. I wanted to pretend the rain wasn't heavy, but I was worried she'd catch a cold, so I hurried along the road. As I was carrying the cardboard box to the warehouse, as usual, thunder suddenly roared and lightning flashed. My mind raced with all sorts of incestuous fantasies. I saw my mother was still a little tired because her period had only ended a few days ago. I said, "The rain is so heavy..." "Even with an umbrella, you'll get soaked. Why don't you stay a little longer?" My mother sat on the staff chair by the warehouse door. By the light from a single white lamp shining through the doorway, I could see her feigned sleep. She had tucked her right bangs behind her ear, revealing her jade-like neck. She wore a fitted women's shirt that accentuated her full breasts, and black semi-transparent stockings peeked out from under her long skirt. She crossed her legs and

said with her eyes closed, "Let's call home and hear what's going on. Who knows how long this rain will last..." I was overjoyed. After reporting, I deliberately squatted down by the door, staring intently at the view under her skirt, but unfortunately, I couldn't see anything. My mother squinted and noticed my gaze, quickly scolding, "What are you looking at?... " I quickly stood up, glaring at her, thinking that if this opportunity passed, it might be gone, and I didn't know when I would get another chance.

I walked towards my mother, pulled up my work pants with my semi-erect penis, and after she closed her eyes again, I rubbed my genitals against her face. My mother opened her eyes for a moment, then looked up at me with a look of horror. I then thrust my semi-erect penis out of my pants, unzipped them, and exposed it inside her, right next to her cheek, very close. My mother was speechless with surprise. Looking at my semi-erect penis, she slowly raised her head, finally pulling back the foreskin to expose the glans. My mother said, "What are you doing? Put your pants on! How old are you? What do you want to do?!" I pressed my mother's head down with both hands, forcibly pressing down on my crotch. My right hand pressed down on the back of my mother's head, and my left hand held the base of my penis. I slapped my mother's mouth, nose, and face, making her smell the fishy stench of my glans.

My mother broke free from my restraints and yelled, "If you keep acting like this, I'll call for help!" I had already figured out the guards' routine beforehand. It was Friday night, and the guards usually went to internet cafes to enjoy the air conditioning and play games. When my mother saw me like this, she got scared. I started to pull her into the small storage room. My mother kept struggling and yelling, so I closed the storage room door. The sound couldn't reach the hallway outside, and with the rain so heavy, even if someone was outside the classroom, they wouldn't be able to hear clearly.

In the struggle, I forcefully pulled off my mother's long skirt on the ground, leaving her in only stockings and red underwear. She cried, "Don't do this! I'm your mother...this is incest!" I was panting, and pulled off my own pants and shirt. It was so hot; I was drenched in sweat. I walked towards my mother, my erection hard. This small storage room was tiny; my mother could only squeeze onto the table. I said, "Mom...can I have some pleasure just this once? I've wanted you for so long, I'm so itchy." My mother curled up and said, "Can't you take care of your own itchiness? How dare you do this to me? If your dad finds out, he'll beat you...Ah!!!" Before she could finish speaking, I pressed her down on the table and forcefully spread her legs apart. Her legs kept moving, so I grabbed her hands tightly and pressed my whole body against hers.

I started kissing her lips indiscriminately. My mother's mouth was full of saliva, and I sucked on it with great satisfaction. My penis rubbed against my mother's panties and vulva. I didn't care whether my mother wanted it or not; I really wanted to penetrate her. My mother's body and buttocks were on the table, and my legs were under the table. As soon as my mother's upper body stood up, I pressed her down hard. This happened several times, and both my mother and I were panting heavily. My mother's hands, which had been pushing and slapping wildly, gradually became weak and powerless. Just as I thought, I was indeed more tired in the days after my period ended. I figured I'd done enough, so I pulled off my mother's red panties and stared at her body under the light. She turned her face away from me, unwilling to look at me, tears welling in her eyes. Her short hair was disheveled, and her shirt, which I'd pulled and ripped, was askew, revealing her white bra. I grabbed the shirt with both hands and pulled hard, snapping the buttons to reveal her snow-white breasts. The cleavage was deep, and the breasts were round. I couldn't resist playing with them. Her vulva was a little dark, but her pubic hair was thick. I pulled the bra up completely, tilted my head towards her chest, and began to suck and play with her breasts.

My mother pushed against my chest with her hands, crying, "This is incest... It's getting late, your father will come, and then you'll... Waaah!" I didn't care about that. I grabbed my mother's hair and pulled it down, saying, "Mom, you don't want the family to break up, do you... There's my brother, Dad, you don't want to see them sad and heartbroken, do you?" My mother looked at me, sobbing, "You're threatening me! How dare you! Do you think I won't tell others just because I let you treat me like this?" I first... I forcefully kissed my mother's lips, saying, "Mom...please, just this once, I promise I won't do it again...give it to me." My mother pushed my chest hard with both hands, saying, "How dare you do this again..." I didn't care anymore, lifted my mother's thighs up, my penis pressed against her vaginal opening, my mother kept pushing my abdomen with her right hand, twisting her buttocks and saying, "Stop...don't do this anymore...if your dad finds out I'll be beaten to death...waaaah." I said, "If you don't tell, if I don't tell, who will know?"

Regardless of my mother's wishes, I pushed forward, grabbed her thighs, and slowly began to move. My mother gasped, "You'll regret this..." I started to speed up. Because of the struggle, my mother's body was still stiff, making her vagina very tight. However, there wasn't much fluid, so I smeared some saliva on my penis and then forcefully thrust it in again. My mother... With a cry of "Ah...", I began to thrust wildly. The pleasure of this rape, combined with the incestuous fantasies I had had about my mother thousands of times, created a vivid scene right before my eyes. My mother was right in front of me, sobbing as I fucked her, constantly yelling at me for being heartless, saying that after raising me all these years, I would do such a thing to her. I kept emphasizing how alluring my mother was.

As I thrust in and out, even though we were only in one position, my mother's body reacted. Her vagina began to secrete fluids, making the entire vaginal wall sticky. As her belly rhythmically squeezed against my penis, I kept praising her vagina. My mother kept telling me not to say it, saying she didn't want to hear it. But I insisted on saying these perverted things to stimulate her, to let her conscience slowly disappear along with the physical pleasure. This was my plan.

I imitated what I saw in porn, turning my mother's legs to the left, her two snow-white thighs together and bent, while her buttocks were against my penis. This thrusting method was different from the frontal position. The angle at which the glans and penis rubbed against the vaginal wall was different, creating a different kind of stimulation for my mother's vagina. The mother could only groan in silence as her son violated her in the warehouse. Any mother would feel ashamed and unable to speak out about such a thing, filled with resentment.

The stimulation from her vagina was intense. I kept thrusting, supporting my mother's slender waist. The entire desk swayed as I bumped her buttocks against it, making slapping and squelching sounds. I grabbed my mother's short hair tightly and pulled hard. She was in pain, her body jerking up. As her body went limp, the pain from pulling her hair made her tense up, her vaginal walls clenching even tighter. My mother looked at me and shouted, "Don't ejaculate inside!!" I felt a tingling sensation in my glans. I deliberately thrust deeper, and after a few minutes of trembling, all my semen was inside her uterus. I released her hair, and she could only cry, "You...you..." unable to speak any more.

After a long while, I looked at the semen coming out of my mother's vagina. My mother stood up and asked me if I had any toilet paper. I hurriedly went to the classroom outside to find a pack. I stayed outside alone while my mother wiped her genitals, put on her clothes, and tidied herself up. She came out and glared at me. Seeing that my mother didn't say anything, I silently followed behind her, watching her back. I had just forced myself on her in the warehouse, and to be honest, I regretted it a little. When my mother got home, she said it was raining heavily, so she came home late. Because of the pain in her genitals, she walked a little strangely, but my father was already asleep and didn't know anything.

Although the whole time was very short, less than forty minutes, it was still my first time experiencing a woman's pleasure. I was sure that my mother's personality and her dedication to the family meant she would never tell anyone, and she would also have the modesty of a traditional woman. She herself wouldn't even dare to think about such an incestuous affair. Just as I guessed, two days passed, and my mother was still the same as usual, but the way she looked at me had become very cold. On Monday night, I went to pick up my mother again. She glanced at me and said that she could go to the warehouse by herself. Even though my mother said that, I still secretly followed behind her.

After my mother finished putting it away, I suddenly appeared behind her. My mother was startled and said, "You still want to do this... Do you want me to expose what you've done?" Her eyes were red and her nose was sore. I couldn't bear to see this, so I knelt down and loudly confessed to my mother. My mother looked at me for a moment, and then softened and said, "Get up... You've been doing this all along." Seeing that my mother's anger had subsided, I began my next plan. I started telling my mother jokes to cheer her up. She seemed to realize I had really admitted my mistake and gradually stopped mentioning it. I started groping her without restraint, first holding her hand, then touching her buttocks, then kissing her cheek. I only did this when we went to the warehouse; I would never do anything like that to her at home. At first, she would try to dodge, resist, or even scold me, but eventually, she gave up resisting.

After that rape, I started asking my mother to satisfy my sexual desires. She refused, but I said I had a strong sex drive and I was afraid I would force her to do things she didn't want to do if she didn't help me release it. She couldn't argue with me, so she started masturbating me in the warehouse. She said that was the most she could do, nothing more. One time I was at home. My mother didn't have to go to school on weekends, and I was feeling really uncomfortable. I saw my father taking a nap, and my mother squatting in the bathroom washing clothes. When she squatted down, she squeezed her buttocks into a peach shape. She was wearing shorts, and the sight made my penis itch. I secretly sat behind my mother and rubbed my penis against her vulva, which was spread open like a frog's legs. She was so scared that she turned around and looked at me.

I told my mother to keep washing, but she wouldn't. She told me to get out, but I wouldn't. I started kneading her breasts with both hands and moving my hips, rubbing my penis against hers. My mother was startled and stood up. I closed the bathroom door and told her, "Dad is sleeping. Hurry up and help me, or he'll wake up..." My mother looked at my penis without saying anything. I ignored her and pulled her hand to masturbate me. After a few strokes, she didn't want to continue, washed her hands, and went out. I was shocked and quickly pulled her back and locked the door. My mother said, "I only do this for you at school. Why do I have to do it at home too?" I said I was so swollen on Saturdays and Sundays that I couldn't make it to Monday. I pressed my mother's head down, and she didn't lift her head but still gave me oral sex. Before, I always used my hand to masturbate.

I said blowing would be faster, and I held my penis to my mother's mouth. She looked at me but still wouldn't open her mouth. I said, "Dad's going to get up. If you're not quick, I'll do it myself. I won't care if it hurts." My mother trembled, remembering the scene of me being forcibly penetrated last time. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and began to suck. That humiliation, being watched from above, was so shameful. My penis was swallowed and released in my mother's mouth. I kept telling her to use her tongue. Finally, my mother started sucking my penis up and down like she was eating a popsicle. A little saliva was dripping from the corner of her mouth, and my penis was covered in saliva. With the heat of her mouth and the friction of her tongue, the intensity of her sucking was like another version of vaginal penetration.

At this moment, I pulled out my penis, masturbated a few times, and ejaculated on my mother's face. After that, my mother started letting me do whatever I wanted in the warehouse. I would either hug her and suck her breasts, or doggy style and squeeze her buttocks. Whenever we were in the warehouse, I would start violating my mother. From the warehouse to the round table, the chair, and the window, my mother would give me oral sex, breast sex, and masturbation until I ejaculated again and again. Later, I became more and more demanding. Whenever my mother was alone at home, she could never escape my harassment. When my mother was not paying attention, I would put my hands inside her clothes and rub her huge breasts in the kitchen. My mother was afraid of being seen, so she could only silently allow my harassment. I would rub my penis against my mother's beautiful buttocks, and even make my mother do oral sex for me under the dining table, like in porn movies, of course, when no one was around. I felt that oral sex was not enough.

I started forcefully penetrating my mother's vagina, licking her clitoris with my tongue. I licked her at school until she was dripping wet, giving me countless orgasms through finger stimulation. Each time I finished, her face would be completely red, so shameless. Until one day, after I helped her squirt with my fingers, I hugged her and licked her entire body, including her anus and clitoris. Her tongue started French kissing me. I thought it was about time, so I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and sat on the chair, letting her slit completely envelop my penis. It hurt so much that my mother gritted her teeth. I wanted her to move herself. She did it like that, even though her technique was terrible, the way she twisted her buttocks felt amazing to me. I sped up, my whole body shaking as I accelerated the friction of my penis against her vagina, making her moan incessantly, feeling weak all over from pleasure.

Over the past year, I have raped my mother countless times. Every day, during those short periods of time as a volunteer caregiver, the two of us would sneak into the warehouse for our trysts. Under the light, I would thrust into my mother's vagina from behind, and she would indulge me again and again in a doggy-style position. I had come to regard my mother as my own woman. Whenever my college friends said they couldn't find girlfriends, or that their girlfriends wouldn't let them touch them, I would secretly laugh. Little did they know, my mother was my best lover. From the warehouse to home, when no one was home, I would thrust into my mother's bed repeatedly. While you could only watch porn and masturbate, I had a mother who could give me pleasure, allowing me to live a fulfilling life for four years of college. Because my mother had her tubes tied early on, I didn't need to use a condom and could ejaculate inside her. That was the advantage of my incestuous relationship with my mother.

Even though I'm married now, after my wife finishes servicing me at night, I sneak out to my mother's bedroom while she's asleep, ask her to come out, and then we go to a corner of the house. I watch my mother give me oral sex while I hold her body and thrust into her. My mother is my woman forever. As long as my wife won't let me touch her, I'll always have this beauty, my mother. Although she's older, that mature woman's charm, combined with the sexual techniques I taught her before, still makes me ejaculate again and again. My mother has never told anyone about this incestuous relationship, which makes me even more sexually aroused.

It wasn't until recently, after I separated from my mother, that I gradually stopped this kind of relationship. Once, I had to go on a business trip to China for a month, and with my father's passing, my mother was left to be a widow alone. I'm almost twenty-eight years old, and I felt it was time to bring my mother home, partly to take good care of her, and partly... When I went on the business trip, I made sure to keep my wife in the dark and bring my mother along, because I didn't want to see a prostitute. My mother took care of my daily needs, and at night I gave her my nightly pleasures. By day, she was my kind mother; by night, she became my mother-wife.

Even though incest between mother and son is not accepted by the world, I think there must be others in the world like me who enjoy the pleasure their mothers bring them. This is my love for my mother.

As a freshman in college, I have to ride my bike to the junior high school every night to pick up my mother. She works as a traffic safety volunteer at a nearby junior high school, wearing a shiny vest similar to a traffic police officer's vest, directing traffic at the main intersection near the school. Although these are alleyways, the traffic is heavy at night, and the junior high students finish their evening self-study around 8 or 9 pm. My mother is the head of the volunteer traffic safety team.

Because my younger brother also studies at that school, my mother goes there even more every day. Unfortunately, as a college student with fewer classes, my mother used to walk home by herself, but recently I heard about groping perverts in the area, so under pressure from my dad, I have to ride my bike for ten minutes every night to pick her up. Whenever I have to play games or join a raid at night, I have no choice but to go and get my bike. Today was the same as usual. Although I was annoyed, I still swore at my dad on the way.

However, as half a year has passed, I've gotten used to this daily routine of picking me up and dropping me off. I've even started to subtly begin to treat my mother like my lover. Maybe it's because I've never had a girlfriend. I'm still young and virile, and whenever I get an erection, I can only watch porn online and masturbate. But as I spend more time alone with my mother, we've started to talk to each other. I've unknowingly become infatuated with her, and thus embarked on my incestuous path.

I started watching videos of mothers and sons committing incest online, reading incestuous articles on forums, and imagining my own mother as a character in those stories. This excited me, and I became increasingly aroused by these incestuous feelings. Every time I fantasized about my mother in bed, my penis pounding against her buttocks, her vagina overflowing with vaginal fluid, her cries growing louder and louder. The pleasure from these fantasies gave me that forbidden, pleasurable sensation after each ejaculation.

I wanted to act like those incestuous stories, but looking at real life, oh well, forget it. Novels are always idealized; every mother in them is voluptuous and has a large bottom. Looking at my own mother, she's 164cm tall, not bad looking, wears glasses like an auntie, and dresses like a typical Taiwanese mother. I still want to have an affair with her, though I know it's unlikely. My mother has always been good to me, possessing the air of a school teacher, the loving heart of a kind mother, and the attentiveness of a friend or lover.

Even with a decent figure, her natural feminine charm and soft voice are captivating; she's someone everyone likes. I arrived early today and waited at the intersection for my mother to direct traffic. Looking at her, I saw that she had short, youthful hair and had changed to thin black-rimmed glasses. Her chest was actually quite large, but it was covered by her vest. She was wearing a pearl-white long dress and ordinary ladylike shoes. She was waving the traffic baton, and the flashing red light made her oval face look flushed. I was completely dumbfounded.

My mother called out, "Son, stop daydreaming!" I quickly got up and realized I'd been staring at her, completely absorbed. She walked over and said, "You've been staring at me like that. Are you getting impatient, or are you in a hurry to get back to the computer?" I quickly said no, but as I stood up, my fantasies about her had made my penis bulge in my work pants, which she saw. She laughed and said, "What are you thinking about? Seeing those middle school girls, you're thinking about lewd things?" Her pink lips parted slightly, revealing a pair of dimples on her cheeks.

Those dimples on her oval face were her most captivating feature; I'd heard that's how my father fell for her. I felt a blush creep up my face in embarrassment. After all, I'm a college student now, so I don't have much to worry about when it comes to these kinds of slightly risqué topics. I casually said, "It's because Mom is pretty that she does that." My mother tapped me on the head with her baton, saying that I was talking inappropriately. She laughed and asked me to help her carry some things to school. I immediately put on a reluctant expression and said, "Oh, I'll just go."

Normally, the volunteers' vests and batons are kept in the guard room every day, but they've been going missing lately. So we have to collect and organize them every day and put them in a classroom in another building at school. My mother, being the head of the volunteer group, has the key, and the guard used to help her get them. But today, the guard went out to slack off, and since I was free, my mother asked me to help. I carried a box of volunteer equipment, walked past the motorcycle shed by the wall, and went around to the door at the top of the small stairs. My mother opened the door. Although the lights weren't on inside, the large spotlights on the playground made it fairly clear. However, that was only clear from inside looking out; from outside looking in, the reflection from the glass and the dim lighting made it impossible to see anything.

I assumed the staff room was just like that, and was about to leave it lying around when my mother said, "We're not there yet?" I saw her walking inside, opening a wooden door on the wall. Inside was a small storage room filled with school stuff. I could only groan a few times in protest. There was a white light on the storage room, and two student desks pushed together to form a table. I placed the equipment on the floor, and my mother said, "Thank you for your hard work, let's go." Her sweet voice made it impossible for me to be angry. That

night, I read incestuous stories, imagining my mother's appearance, and continued masturbating. Suddenly, I thought of that small storage room, and a lustful thought arose in my mind. All I could imagine was pinning my mother down in that storage room and making love with her. After I ejaculated and calmed down, I thought it might be feasible, so I started my plan to have sex with my mother. I began to accompany my mother to that warehouse every day, observing the time and the terrain. Once I had everything under control, I started thinking about the next step of my plan.

I started by constantly making sexual advances to my mother and discussing erotic issues with her. My mother was very surprised at first, but with my smooth-talking skills, she was still willing to talk to me. I would pretend to rest at the warehouse entrance when we went to that small warehouse and chat with my mother casually. My mother was shy at first, but when I kept asking questions, she always dodged the questions and said that I had become so lewd. Seeing my mother blushing and looking so shy as I questioned her, I felt even more urge to knead her ample breasts inside her. And that unexpected day came. It

was raining a little that day, and my damn car wouldn't start. I grabbed two umbrellas, saying I wanted to give them to my mother. I wanted to pretend the rain wasn't heavy, but I was worried she'd catch a cold, so I hurried along the road. As I was carrying the cardboard box to the warehouse, as usual, thunder suddenly roared and lightning flashed. My mind raced with all sorts of incestuous fantasies. I saw my mother was still a little tired because her period had only ended a few days ago. I said, "The rain is so heavy..." "Even with an umbrella, you'll get soaked. Why don't you stay a little longer?" My mother sat on the staff chair by the warehouse door. By the light from a single white lamp shining through the doorway, I could see her feigned sleep. She had tucked her right bangs behind her ear, revealing her jade-like neck. She wore a fitted women's shirt that accentuated her full breasts, and black semi-transparent stockings peeked out from under her long skirt. She crossed her legs and

said with her eyes closed, "Let's call home and hear what's going on. Who knows how long this rain will last..." I was overjoyed. After reporting, I deliberately squatted down by the door, staring intently at the view under her skirt, but unfortunately, I couldn't see anything. My mother squinted and noticed my gaze, quickly scolding, "What are you looking at?... " I quickly stood up, glaring at her, thinking that if this opportunity passed, it might be gone, and I didn't know when I would get another chance.

I walked towards my mother, pulled up my work pants with my semi-erect penis, and after she closed her eyes again, I rubbed my genitals against her face. My mother opened her eyes for a moment, then looked up at me with a look of horror. I then thrust my semi-erect penis out of my pants, unzipped them, and exposed it inside her, right next to her cheek, very close. My mother was speechless with surprise. Looking at my semi-erect penis, she slowly raised her head, finally pulling back the foreskin to expose the glans. My mother said, "What are you doing? Put your pants on! How old are you? What do you want to do?!" I pressed my mother's head down with both hands, forcibly pressing down on my crotch. My right hand pressed down on the back of my mother's head, and my left hand held the base of my penis. I slapped my mother's mouth, nose, and face, making her smell the fishy stench of my glans.

My mother broke free from my restraints and yelled, "If you keep acting like this, I'll call for help!" I had already figured out the guards' routine beforehand. It was Friday night, and the guards usually went to internet cafes to enjoy the air conditioning and play games. When my mother saw me like this, she got scared. I started to pull her into the small storage room. My mother kept struggling and yelling, so I closed the storage room door. The sound couldn't reach the hallway outside, and with the rain so heavy, even if someone was outside the classroom, they wouldn't be able to hear clearly.

In the struggle, I forcefully pulled off my mother's long skirt on the ground, leaving her in only stockings and red underwear. She cried, "Don't do this! I'm your mother...this is incest!" I was panting, and pulled off my own pants and shirt. It was so hot; I was drenched in sweat. I walked towards my mother, my erection hard. This small storage room was tiny; my mother could only squeeze onto the table. I said, "Mom...can I have some pleasure just this once? I've wanted you for so long, I'm so itchy." My mother curled up and said, "Can't you take care of your own itchiness? How dare you do this to me? If your dad finds out, he'll beat you...Ah!!!" Before she could finish speaking, I pressed her down on the table and forcefully spread her legs apart. Her legs kept moving, so I grabbed her hands tightly and pressed my whole body against hers.

I started kissing her lips indiscriminately. My mother's mouth was full of saliva, and I sucked on it with great satisfaction. My penis rubbed against my mother's panties and vulva. I didn't care whether my mother wanted it or not; I really wanted to penetrate her. My mother's body and buttocks were on the table, and my legs were under the table. As soon as my mother's upper body stood up, I pressed her down hard. This happened several times, and both my mother and I were panting heavily. My mother's hands, which had been pushing and slapping wildly, gradually became weak and powerless. Just as I thought, I was indeed more tired in the days after my period ended. I figured I'd done enough, so I pulled off my mother's red panties and stared at her body under the light. She turned her face away from me, unwilling to look at me, tears welling in her eyes. Her short hair was disheveled, and her shirt, which I'd pulled and ripped, was askew, revealing her white bra. I grabbed the shirt with both hands and pulled hard, snapping the buttons to reveal her snow-white breasts. The cleavage was deep, and the breasts were round. I couldn't resist playing with them. Her vulva was a little dark, but her pubic hair was thick. I pulled the bra up completely, tilted my head towards her chest, and began to suck and play with her breasts.

My mother pushed against my chest with her hands, crying, "This is incest... It's getting late, your father will come, and then you'll... Waaah!" I didn't care about that. I grabbed my mother's hair and pulled it down, saying, "Mom, you don't want the family to break up, do you... There's my brother, Dad, you don't want to see them sad and heartbroken, do you?" My mother looked at me, sobbing, "You're threatening me! How dare you! Do you think I won't tell others just because I let you treat me like this?" I first... I forcefully kissed my mother's lips, saying, "Mom...please, just this once, I promise I won't do it again...give it to me." My mother pushed my chest hard with both hands, saying, "How dare you do this again..." I didn't care anymore, lifted my mother's thighs up, my penis pressed against her vaginal opening, my mother kept pushing my abdomen with her right hand, twisting her buttocks and saying, "Stop...don't do this anymore...if your dad finds out I'll be beaten to death...waaaah." I said, "If you don't tell, if I don't tell, who will know?"

Regardless of my mother's wishes, I pushed forward, grabbed her thighs, and slowly began to move. My mother gasped, "You'll regret this..." I started to speed up. Because of the struggle, my mother's body was still stiff, making her vagina very tight. However, there wasn't much fluid, so I smeared some saliva on my penis and then forcefully thrust it in again. My mother... With a cry of "Ah...", I began to thrust wildly. The pleasure of this rape, combined with the incestuous fantasies I had had about my mother thousands of times, created a vivid scene right before my eyes. My mother was right in front of me, sobbing as I fucked her, constantly yelling at me for being heartless, saying that after raising me all these years, I would do such a thing to her. I kept emphasizing how alluring my mother was.

As I thrust in and out, even though there was only one position, my mother's body reacted by gradually secreting vaginal fluid, making her entire vaginal wall sticky. As my mother's belly rhythmically squeezed and clenched my penis, I kept praising my mother's vagina. My mother kept telling me not to say it, saying she didn't want to hear it, but I insisted on saying these perverted things to stimulate my mother, so that her conscience would slowly disappear along with the physical pleasure. This was my plan.

I imitated the way in porn movies, bending my mother's legs to the left, her two snow-white thighs pressed together and bent, while her buttocks were positioned against my penis. This thrusting method differed from the frontal position; the angle at which my glans and penis rubbed against the vaginal walls was different, creating a different kind of stimulation for my mother's vagina. Eventually, my mother could only groan silently. Being violated by her own son in the warehouse—that kind of resentment would make any mother feel ashamed and unable to speak of it.

The stimulation from her vagina was intense. I kept thrusting, supporting my mother's slender waist. The entire desk swayed as I bumped her buttocks against it, making slapping and squelching sounds. I grabbed my mother's short hair tightly and pulled hard. She was in pain, her body jerking up. As her body went limp, the pain from pulling her hair made her tense up, her vaginal walls clenching even tighter. My mother looked at me and shouted, "Don't ejaculate inside!!" I felt a tingling sensation in my glans. I deliberately thrust deeper, and after a few minutes of trembling, all my semen was inside her uterus. I released her hair, and she could only cry, "You...you..." unable to speak any more.

After a long while, I looked at the semen coming out of my mother's vagina. My mother stood up and asked me if I had any toilet paper. I hurriedly went to the classroom outside to find a pack. I stayed outside alone while my mother wiped her genitals, put on her clothes, and tidied herself up. She came out and glared at me. Seeing that my mother didn't say anything, I silently followed behind her, watching her back. I had just forced myself on her in the warehouse, and to be honest, I regretted it a little. When my mother got home, she said it was raining heavily, so she came home late. Because of the pain in her genitals, she walked a little strangely, but my father was already asleep and didn't know anything.

Although the whole time was very short, less than forty minutes, it was still my first time experiencing a woman's pleasure. I was sure that my mother's personality and her dedication to the family meant she would never tell anyone, and she would also have the modesty of a traditional woman. She herself wouldn't even dare to think about such an incestuous affair. Just as I guessed, two days passed, and my mother was still the same as usual, but the way she looked at me had become very cold. On Monday night, I went to pick up my mother again. She glanced at me and said that she could go to the warehouse by herself. Even though my mother said that, I still secretly followed behind her.

After my mother finished putting it away, I suddenly appeared behind her. My mother was startled and said, "You still want to do this... Do you want me to expose what you've done?" Her eyes were red and her nose was sore. I couldn't bear to see this, so I knelt down and loudly confessed to my mother. My mother looked at me for a moment, and then softened and said, "Get up... You've been doing this all along." Seeing that my mother's anger had subsided, I began my next plan. I started telling my mother jokes to cheer her up. She seemed to realize I had really admitted my mistake and gradually stopped mentioning it. I started groping her without restraint, first holding her hand, then touching her buttocks, then kissing her cheek. I only did this when we went to the warehouse; I would never do anything like that to her at home. At first, she would try to dodge, resist, or even scold me, but eventually, she gave up resisting.

After that rape, I started asking my mother to satisfy my sexual desires. She refused, but I said I had a strong sex drive and I was afraid I would force her to do things she didn't want to do if she didn't help me release it. She couldn't argue with me, so she started masturbating me in the warehouse. She said that was the most she could do, nothing more. One time I was at home. My mother didn't have to go to school on weekends, and I was feeling really uncomfortable. I saw my father taking a nap, and my mother squatting in the bathroom washing clothes. When she squatted down, she squeezed her buttocks into a peach shape. She was wearing shorts, and the sight made my penis itch. I secretly sat behind my mother and rubbed my penis against her vulva, which was spread open like a frog's legs. She was so scared that she turned around and looked at me.

I told my mother to keep washing, but she wouldn't. She told me to get out, but I wouldn't. I started kneading her breasts with both hands and moving my hips, rubbing my penis against hers. My mother was startled and stood up. I closed the bathroom door and told her, "Dad is sleeping. Hurry up and help me, or he'll wake up..." My mother looked at my penis without saying anything. I ignored her and pulled her hand to masturbate me. After a few strokes, she didn't want to continue, washed her hands, and went out. I was shocked and quickly pulled her back and locked the door. My mother said, "I only do this for you at school. Why do I have to do it at home too?" I said I was so swollen on Saturdays and Sundays that I couldn't make it to Monday. I pressed my mother's head down, and she didn't lift her head but still gave me oral sex. Before, I always used my hand to masturbate.

I said blowing would be faster, and I held my penis to my mother's mouth. She looked at me but still wouldn't open her mouth. I said, "Dad's going to get up. If you're not quick, I'll do it myself. I won't care if it hurts." My mother trembled, remembering the scene of me being forcibly penetrated last time. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and began to suck. That humiliation, being watched from above, was so shameful. My penis was swallowed and released in my mother's mouth. I kept telling her to use her tongue. Finally, my mother started sucking my penis up and down like she was eating a popsicle. A little saliva was dripping from the corner of her mouth, and my penis was covered in saliva. With the heat of her mouth and the friction of her tongue, the intensity of her sucking was like another version of vaginal penetration.

At this moment, I pulled out my penis, masturbated a few times, and ejaculated on my mother's face. After that, my mother started letting me do whatever I wanted in the warehouse. I would either hug her and suck her breasts, or doggy style and squeeze her buttocks. Whenever we were in the warehouse, I would start violating my mother. From the warehouse to the round table, the chair, and the window, my mother would give me oral sex, breast sex, and masturbation until I ejaculated again and again. Later, I became more and more demanding. Whenever my mother was alone at home, she could never escape my harassment. When my mother was not paying attention, I would put my hands inside her clothes and rub her huge breasts in the kitchen. My mother was afraid of being seen, so she could only silently allow my harassment. I would rub my penis against my mother's beautiful buttocks, and even make my mother do oral sex for me under the dining table, like in porn movies, of course, when no one was around. I felt that oral sex was not enough.

I started forcefully penetrating my mother's vagina, licking her clitoris with my tongue. I licked her at school until she was dripping wet, giving me countless orgasms through finger stimulation. Each time I finished, her face would be completely red, so shameless. Until one day, after I helped her squirt with my fingers, I hugged her and licked her entire body, including her anus and clitoris. Her tongue started French kissing me. I thought it was about time, so I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and sat on the chair, letting her slit completely envelop my penis. It hurt so much that my mother gritted her teeth. I wanted her to move herself. She did it like that, even though her technique was terrible, the way she twisted her buttocks felt amazing to me. I sped up, my whole body shaking as I accelerated the friction of my penis against her vagina, making her moan incessantly, feeling weak all over from pleasure.

Over the past year, I have raped my mother countless times. Every day, during those short periods of time as a volunteer caregiver, the two of us would sneak into the warehouse for our trysts. Under the light, I would thrust into my mother's vagina from behind, and she would indulge me again and again in a doggy-style position. I had come to regard my mother as my own woman. Whenever my college friends said they couldn't find girlfriends, or that their girlfriends wouldn't let them touch them, I would secretly laugh. Little did they know, my mother was my best lover. From the warehouse to home, when no one was home, I would thrust into my mother's bed repeatedly. While you could only watch porn and masturbate, I had a mother who could give me pleasure, allowing me to live a fulfilling life for four years of college. Because my mother had her tubes tied early on, I didn't need to use a condom and could ejaculate inside her. That was the advantage of my incestuous relationship with my mother.

Even though I'm married now, after my wife finishes servicing me at night, I sneak out to my mother's bedroom while she's asleep, ask her to come out, and then we go to a corner of the house. I watch my mother give me oral sex while I hold her body and thrust into her. My mother is my woman forever. As long as my wife won't let me touch her, I'll always have this beauty, my mother. Although she's older, that mature woman's charm, combined with the sexual techniques I taught her before, still makes me ejaculate again and again. My mother has never told anyone about this incestuous relationship, which makes me even more sexually aroused.

It wasn't until recently, after I separated from my mother, that I gradually stopped this kind of relationship. Once, I had to go on a business trip to China for a month, and with my father's passing, my mother was left to be a widow alone. I'm almost twenty-eight years old, and I felt it was time to bring my mother home, partly to take good care of her, and partly... When I went on the business trip, I made sure to keep my wife in the dark and bring my mother along, because I didn't want to see a prostitute. My mother took care of my daily needs, and at night I gave her my nightly pleasures. By day, she was my kind mother; by night, she became my mother-wife.

Even though incest between mother and son is not accepted by the world, I think there must be others in the world like me who enjoy the pleasure their mothers bring them. This is my love for my mother.

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