I'll fuck my proud mother into becoming my woman, again and again.

Chapter 1: The Inn Romance - The MP4 　　I

was reading ran out of battery that day, so I borrowed my classmate's to read for a while. It was already
the second half of , and the studies were very intense. The teachers were also very strict during evening self-study sessions. I secretly peeked at it from my seat
and suddenly noticed a novel on my MP4 called "Snow-White Buttocks" (you all know what I mean,
I was quite lucky to read such a classic incestuous story as my first novel). When I saw the title, I knew it was definitely
a pornographic novel (who would use such a title for a proper novel?). I excitedly clicked on it, and after reading it, my
heart was pounding and my face was burning. First the teacher, then the mother. I suddenly felt very excited, and from then on, I paid special attention
to novels about teachers or incest.

After that, I read a lot of incest novels, some good and some bad. The good ones were progressive, with
the mother being conquered step by step. The bad ones were much more interesting; the mothers in those novels were all like sluts, seeing
their sons as men and ready to be taken advantage of. I found that disgusting and unbelievable. Mothers
are always superior to their sons, and we live in a civilized society now. Everyone has received nine years of compulsory education and
knows what's right and wrong. What kind of mothers are those in those novels? They become
so spread their legs and let their sons ride them? I dare say, if you touched your mother's breasts in real life and tried to take
her to bed, she'd beat you to death.

That's why I've always despised these kinds of novels. However, during this period I also encountered many good novels.
Just like I can't remember the names of bad novels, I don't remember many of the good ones either, only a few.
Among them is Qin Shou's *The Mirror of Oedipus*. Although it's considered a masterpiece, I don't entirely agree with it; I always feel that
novels that aren't realistic don't read as thoroughly. But compared to those bad novels, this one
captivated me for a long time. Another one is called *The Sublimation of Motherly Love*, by an author known as "Incestuous Maniac."
This novel left the deepest impression on me because I think it was written the most realistically. The novel tells the story of him and his mother in
a hotel while traveling. The author did some rather outrageous things while hugging his mother, and his mother, afraid that others
would hear, indulged him. This was the point that led to a breakthrough in his relationship with his mother. What I like most about this
article is the author's perspective on incest. The author says, "In my opinion, incest isn't
a big deal. It happens accidentally, driven mostly by desire, and it's always consensual
. Sometimes it lasts a long time and feels natural. That's how it is with my mother. We do it
normally at home, like nothing's happened, and we don't feel any psychological burden. When we're intimate, we're very passionate,
moving from the living room to the kitchen, from the bedroom..." From the bedroom to the bathroom, they did whatever was stimulating. The stimulation in mother-son incest probably
lies in explicit sexual contact.

This statement really resonated with me. I think incest develops gradually because a mother can't easily let go of her dignity in
front .
Not every mother can accept going from a role of managing a teenager to one of sleeping with him. In my opinion, maybe only one in 100 mothers would, because
the education they receive from childhood already limits this possibility. And how could a young boy possibly have
the cunning to open a mother's heart? After that, I unintentionally watched an incest anime, I think it was called something like "Seductive Mother,
" about a stepmother who appears very proper in front of her son, but is actually very promiscuous. The stepmother was a very virtuous woman
, devoted to her husband and children without ever doing anything out of line. However, her son's sudden appearance in the bathroom shattered this
balance . He first rubbed her back, then suggested masturbation, then breast sex, and finally demanded oral sex. The mother
righteously refused, but the boy's pitiful act moved her, and she eventually gave him
oral sex. As she did so, a wicked smile appeared on the boy's lips. Seeing this smile,
I suddenly became very interested. I felt that the boy was approaching his mother with an attitude of either humiliation or revenge.
The second part of the anime confirmed this, as the boy gradually made his mother promiscuous, teasing her until she actively sought
sex, and finally, he had sex with her in a superior manner. Seeing this, I felt a strong resemblance between myself and that boy.
Both mothers were serious, aloof, and possessed stunning figures and sex appeal.

Suddenly, I wondered if I could sleep with my mother. I was already 18 at the time, no longer an ignorant
teenager. I understood about relationships but hadn't experienced them, so I was curious. The thought of riding my mother
made my lower abdomen heat up, and my heart started pounding. But when I looked up and saw my mother lecturing on the platform,
her stern gaze made me realize how ridiculous and impossible that idea was. At least, my mother
would never might even beat me to death the moment I entertained such thoughts. So, this idea was
killed before it was even born.

And so, I lived my life diligently, occasionally relaxing by reading novels. My father remained
indifferent , and my mother remained strict. Time passed day by day, and five months flew by. Three days before the
college entrance examination, the school gave everyone a break to allow students to relax and prepare for the exam. My parents
knew , so on the second day of the break, my mother prepared a rather elaborate dinner. The three of us
happily ate together around the table. During the meal, my father mentioned that he would be going to Shenzhen after my college entrance examination to help his company with its stock listing,
which might take about three or four months.

Suddenly, my mother said,

"How about this, after Hongjian (my real name is X Hongjian) finishes his exams, I'll take him out
for a . He's been studying for the past few years and hasn't had a proper chance to play. Let's take this opportunity to relax."

I was stunned. Why would my mother say something like that? In the past, she would scold me for reading novels, and she had already torn up several copies of Yilin Reader's
Digest . I glanced at my mother, who smiled and said, "You're 18 now,
practically an adult. I was strict with you before because you were still a student, and the college entrance exam was very important. After the exam, you'll be
a university student, and I can't keep up this strictness. Let's go on a trip together, relax, and let you
enjoy
unimportant matters, after the college entrance exam, the results came out. I did quite well, and the university I applied to was the one
I had hoped for . The whole family was happy the day the acceptance letter arrived, and I was happy too—not because of the trip, but because...
For the sake of university. In my mind at the time, university was a carefree pasture, a place where a bunch of puppies
could run wild and do whatever they wanted, without family control or parental nagging. You can imagine
how attractive that was to high school seniors.

The following week was very busy at home, especially for my mother. She had to pack her own luggage for her business trip
while also packing for us. Everything started normally.

My mother boarded the plane to Shenzhen with us waving goodbye, while my mother and I boarded the train to DL.
With transportation so convenient now, and since my mom and I were traveling independently, we went wherever we wanted, visiting many places.
We went to DL first, then TS, then BJ, TY. In short, my mom and I traveled through almost half of
China . At first, I wasn't very talkative and only talked to my mom. My mom anticipated this and
told me that this wouldn't work. She said that only those with outgoing personalities who can talk to others can integrate well into the group in college. So
she started to train me to speak and encouraged me to chat with strangers. Gradually, I became less shy and timid. Plus, I was
polite, and while I wouldn't call myself handsome, I had a sunny disposition and always smiled at everyone. I was also tall,
so I could chat with both elders and peers. My mother was very happy to see this. We
walked and played for almost a month, and then my mother and I started heading back.

When we reached Sy, we stayed there for a long time, partly because it was very close to home, and partly
because my university was there. We stayed for about three or four days, and during that time we visited the university.
The spacious campus and the beautiful young women made me even more eager for university life. I had my mom sit on a stone bench under the shade of a tree
while I struck up conversations with the upperclassmen who looked quite good. Thanks to a month of conversation
practice and the fact that there were quite a few graduating students visiting the school at this time, I quickly struck up a conversation with them.
After about half an hour, these upperclassmen assured me that they would definitely keep in touch with me after the semester started and show me
around . I paid special attention to the pretty upperclassmen, often making them laugh. When we realized it
was getting late, it was already 5:30 PM. My mom and I quickly said goodbye to them and headed to our booked hotel.

My mother was silent as we walked, and I didn't pay much attention. After all, I was tired from walking all day, and
my mind was full of thoughts about university. Suddenly, she spoke.

"Hongjian, don't get involved with girls easily after you go to university. It will affect your studies. Wait until
your junior or senior year to talk about dating, understand?" By the time she said "understand?", her tone was very
stern . My good mood vanished instantly. I said "oh" and ignored her, sauntering after her
towards the hotel. I was very annoyed. What? I'm in university and she still has to tell me what to do? I thought to myself that I shouldn't take my mother's
words to heart. I should have fun in university and not let any suitable girls slip by. Despite
thinking this way , my good mood didn't return. I walked with my mother to the hotel, feeling even more upset.

The reason was that the hotel owner, seeing that my mother and I hadn't returned so late, had inexplicably let us
use both rooms we had booked. This made me very angry. You see, since the start of our trip, my
mother and I have always stayed in separate rooms. My mother doesn't like staying with others, and she wants to develop
her self-sufficiency, so she lets me stay in a separate room. Although everyone knows it's pointless, it
's not a big deal, and I like being alone to avoid my mother's constant nagging. But today's situation really annoyed
us . I argued with the owner, who knew he was in the wrong, but these kinds of small hotels aren't
exactly reputable. My mom and I had only told the owner briefly and left our luggage there; we hadn't actually done anything
. So the owner, knowing this, said he could only give us a room to spare. I was furious and wanted to
argue , but my mom stopped me. She told me to just make do for tonight, since we were going home tomorrow anyway.
Helpless, we could only follow the smiling owner. He apologized, but I wasn't in the mood to talk to
him. When we got to the room, we found that it was indeed empty, but the bed wasn't the two single beds we expected
; it was a double bed. I started arguing with him again, but the owner said there was nothing he could do.
He said that this was the only room available in the double room section, and there were no other rooms available. Finally, he relented
and said he would reduce the price further. My mother saw that it was getting late, almost eight o'clock, so she stopped my argument and
reluctantly checked in.

After dinner, it was almost nine o'clock. Since my mother goes to bed early at home, she didn't let me watch TV and
went to wash up and prepare for bed. I lay on my bed, feeling sullen and unhappy.
When I'm alone, I usually watch TV until very late before going to sleep. Sharing a room with my mom is such a hassle, and
when she's always in control. I have to obey her; she says I have to
go to bed when she says I should, and she says I have to do what she says I have to. I wouldn't have thought much of this before, but after this
month of travel, I've become more independent. I resent my mom's domineering attitude. Why should she? Why should I listen to her completely? Suddenly, I remembered what she said on the way back, and a surge of resentment welled up inside me: " How long
is she going to control me ? Always so high and mighty." After that, I felt incredibly irritable and frustrated. So I started browsing pornographic websites on my phone to see if there were any new novels. After browsing through them, I found a few terrible novels. In these novels, they were about sex as soon as you took off your pants. I would normally not even bother reading these kinds of novels, but today I really had no other way . Besides, the descriptions of sex in them were quite detailed, and I gradually got aroused. A while later, the bathroom door opened. The moment I saw my mother walk out of the bathroom, my lower body involuntarily became erect. Although I felt ashamed, it was definitely erect, even though the woman was my mother. Today, my mother wasn't wearing the long nightgown she usually wore at home; instead, she had changed into a black, semi-transparent spaghetti strap nightgown with a circular neckline that was very low, reaching all the way to her chest. You could see what was underneath the nightgown. The bra made her ample breasts bulge, revealing a deep cleavage. The skirt was short; on a young woman, it would only reach her upper thighs, but my mother's frame was larger than most young women's, and the skirt barely covered her round, pert buttocks. Her panties were also small, exposing most of her fair, tender bottom. My mother 's face was slightly flushed; she seemed a little unaccustomed to this new dress. She slowly walked towards the bed.

From behind, I could see the lace nightgown my mother was wearing, with lace ties at the back. The tight hem made her walk with
a slightly large gait, her round, full hips swaying back and forth, making my heart flutter. I quickly moved further in, and
a fragrant breeze wafted over—the scent of my mother's shower gel. My mother's sexy outfit made me hot, and
I quickly turned away to go to sleep. My mother nudged me, saying,

"Go, take a shower before you sleep."

Sigh, I had no choice but to obediently go into the bathroom. Well, at least I could avoid this awkward moment.
After a quick shower and drying myself off, I went back to bed and drifted off to sleep.

(I was lying on the bed with a voluptuous beauty in my arms. The room was dark, and I couldn't see her face clearly, but I knew
she was my girlfriend. We had already taken the final step, and I was about to penetrate her...
I don't even have a girlfriend yet, so how could someone be having sex with me?)

Okay, I was dreaming then, a erotic dream, which was fine at first, but when I woke up, I found
a black thing in front of me. I looked closely and realized it was my mother's pajamas. Through the black openwork pattern,
I could see my mother's fleshy back. I remember sleeping some distance away from my mother, so how did I end up in this
position ? It must be because of the double bed. When two people are on the bed, the bed dips in the middle, causing both of us to
slide towards the center. So now I'm snuggled up to my mom like this. Just as I was about to turn over, I suddenly heard
a sound,

"slap, slap, slap, slap, slap,"

a series of slapping sounds, like the sound of slapping hands. I checked my phone, it was already 1 a.m.,
why would anyone be slapping hands at this hour?

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

As I was thinking this, a soft moan reached my ears. I snapped out of my drowsiness, all sleepiness vanished. It was the sound of sex.
Damn, I realized, this was the double bed area, all hourly rooms, rented to young couples for sex
. Ugh, what bad luck, how am I supposed to sleep with all this moaning? The woman's moans had been going on
for twenty minutes, and she still hadn't stopped. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. My mother, tossing and turning, even started to shift slightly.
Afraid of waking her, I remained still, afraid to move. But the woman's moans were so seductive
that my penis became fully erect. What should I do? In the past, I could masturbate to relieve the tension, but what should I do now?
I dared not move too much.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah^"

The moans from next door grew louder. I shifted uncomfortably, and before I knew it, I was pressed against my mother
's body. Since she was facing away from me, my front half was pressed against her back half,
so naturally, my entire penis was pressed against her buttocks. My penis started
to grow bigger due to the pressure, and finally, it was hard and pressed against my mother's buttocks. But my mother was still asleep.
The pleasure of my penis pressing against my mother's buttocks made me hard. Isn't this a woman? I subconsciously arched my penis and felt my mother's buttocks
slightly concave. I suddenly had the urge to release my pent-up desire with my mother's body.

I observed my mother for a moment, and seeing that she didn't react, my hands involuntarily reached out to touch her waist. I
first placed my hands on her waist, feeling its warm and soft texture, and then gently rubbed it a couple of times before
stopping. Finding that she didn't react, I moved my hands down to the hem of her pajamas, slipped inside, and slid them back down to
her . My mother's waist felt so comfortable to touch. And there wasn't much excess fat; it felt even softer and
smoother than through her pajamas. My hands uncontrollably began to wander up and down, gradually expanding the area. I moved my hand to
my mother 's lower abdomen and began to gently knead the tender flesh of her abdomen with my palms. It was so soft! As I
touched her, my lower body started to wriggle and rub against my mother's buttocks. But my mother was fast asleep and didn't react. Gradually, I
became less satisfied with my mother's abdomen. My hand began to move upwards, tracing along her ribs before reaching
her bra. I first placed my hand on her breasts to experience them; my nearly 20cm hand
barely covered them. My fingers rested on the upper part of her exposed breasts, the soft touch was truly intoxicating.
I gently kneaded them. I could feel how big and soft my mother's breasts were. I wondered if I should take the risk of taking off
her bra and touching them, but I was afraid that if she suddenly woke up and found out, it would be hard to explain.
While I was hesitating, the moaning from next door pushed me. I gritted my teeth and decided to have some fun, because my mother's breasts
looked really fleshy and must feel really good to touch.

I tried to unhook her bra and was surprised to find that it had a front clasp. I moved my hand to the middle of
her bra and started fumbling for the clasp. After I found it and gently unhooked it, I stopped because I noticed
my mother tremble slightly. I was startled, afraid she would wake up, so I held my breath and remained motionless. Fortunately, she
didn't move again, and her breathing remained steady. I breathed a sigh of relief. That movement must have been an unconscious
action while she was fast asleep. Now I began to enjoy my spoils. My mother's bra, half-undone, had fallen onto the bed
, exposing her breasts. I covered them with my hands as if I had found a treasure, gently kneading
her breasts. As I kneaded, I could clearly feel the elasticity and jiggling of her breasts. I moved my hands, feeling the softness and smoothness of
my mother's breasts. My palms also touched her nipples; the soft yet firm sensation was
so wonderful. Those tiny little bumps, supported by her breasts, pressed against my palm. When I
pinched , they were so soft. I gently tugged at them a couple of times, and found that my mother only made a slight twisting
motion . Feeling more at ease, I grabbed my mother's breasts with my whole hand and began to knead them. The movements
became more and more vigorous as I immersed myself in the softness of her breasts. Her breasts were so soft! When
I squeezed, my fingers could sink slightly into them; when I released them, they returned to their original shape,
swaying gently with the movement of my hand, creating soft, fleshy ripples.

My penis was already rock hard. Pressing against my mother's buttocks wasn't as stimulating as it had been at the beginning.
Looking at the small panties on her big buttocks, a thought struck me. I grabbed one side of her panties and slowly pulled them down.
Gradually, the crevice of her buttocks was revealed. After fully extending my penis, I held the head and pressed it against my mother's buttocks
. I felt the temperature was even higher inside the crevice. Her buttocks were tightly clenched. I quietly enjoyed
the pleasure of my mother's buttocks. My hand continued to move down my mother's lower abdomen, and soon I touched my mother's panties.
After lifting her panties, I slowly slid my palm inside. As my mother's pubic hair grew thicker and warmer
, I could even feel a damp heat, but I didn't pay attention. I continued to stroke downwards, and finally, after
passing the pubic hair area, I felt a bump. I knew what it was. At this moment, I was excited
. My fingers passed the clitoris and continued to explore backwards. Suddenly, I felt a wetness. I knew my
fingers had reached my mother's vaginal opening. My palm was now completely covering her genitals.
I rubbed her clitoris, teasing it with my index finger, feeling it grow larger. The vaginal lubrication became increasingly
noticeable . While rubbing her genitals, my middle finger continued to rub against the entrance of her vagina, and my penis was buried
inside her anus. I felt like I had reached the very tip. I was extremely excited about my mother's anus. I kneaded
her genitals and gently wiggled her buttocks. The pleasure kept rising up my spine. Suddenly, I lost
control and my middle finger entered a slippery and warm place. I was startled. I was really afraid that I would wake my mother up.
But the wonderful touch in Nana's vagina stimulated me to ejaculate. I ejaculated 6 times, all of it inside my mother
's buttocks.

At that moment, a chill ran down my spine. I felt my mother's hand on mine,
then and remained still. My mother was awake. When did she wake up? Why didn't she stop me? Why
didn't she turn around? What am I going to do tomorrow? My mind was filled with questions, but the ejaculation had left me exhausted. My
eyelids were heavy, and although I tried to open them, I gradually drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up the next day, my mother was already up, and everything seemed normal. I lay in bed as usual,
and touched my penis. I found it lying there quietly, without any trace of semen. Was last night
a dream within a dream? Was what I did to my mother afterwards also a dream? Great, so what Mom discovered was also a dream. I got up and
washed up, and found Mom washing clothes in the bathroom. She was very calm, glanced at me, urged me to brush
my teeth and wash my face, and then continued washing clothes. I glanced at her and realized she was washing last night's underwear. When
Mom and I were sitting in the car, she suddenly took my hand and gently said to me,

"Don't masturbate so often, it's bad for your health."

I was stunned. So what happened last night wasn't a dream? Oh my god, why did Mom just remove my hand last night
and not say anything to me? I looked at Mom with a questioning look, and she noticed
my gaze, her face slightly reddened, and she turned her head away. Why is Mom blushing? Could it be...? I
remembered the wetness when I touched Mom's vagina last night. Did Mom not make any noises

like the neighbors...? I didn't dare to think any further, nor did I dare to look at Mom. I just quietly went home.

Chapter Two—Mom's Soft, White Hands

After returning home, we tacitly didn't mention it again. Mom was calm,
as , but I didn't want to forget, because that night was so amazing.

The woman I had my first time with was my own mother. Just like in novels, I was gradually
approaching my ideal world. Some thoughts that had been dormant in my mind began to surface. Could I really
do those things with Mom? I looked at my mother's body, and unconsciously recalled that night at the hotel—
the wonderful feel of her breasts, the warmth of her genitals, the slipperiness of her vagina, the tightness of her buttocks.
A surge of heat rose in my abdomen, and my penis began to harden. But I couldn't show any of this. Back home, my mother
reverted to her proud self, controlling everything I did, as if she had paved the
way for me. I could only suppress my desires. I didn't even know if that night could happen again,
nor did I know my mother's true attitude towards such matters. She wasn't as resolute as I had imagined;
her words in the car seemed unfinished. What did my mother mean?

Days passed, and about four days later, around 10 p.m. one night, after my parents had fallen asleep
, I quietly went into the bathroom and rummaged through my mother's clothes. I had read in novels that
masturbating with your mother's underwear felt especially good, and I was feeling mentally exhausted from all the random thoughts I had been having these past few days, so I decided to let loose.
I decided to masturbate with my mother's underwear.

So I went to the bathroom and started searching. I found the underwear, but it had all been washed.
However, I found the little panties my mother wore that night at the hotel. My heart immediately burned with desire. I
picked up the little panties and unfolded them. They were a pure light pink color and about the size of a palm when fully unfolded.
I thought, no wonder so much flesh of my mother's buttocks was showing when such small panties were worn on her large, snow-white buttocks. I
remembered the feeling of inserting my glans into my mother's buttocks that night. At this moment, my penis was completely hard. I wrapped
the panties around my penis, imagining that this was my mother's genitals, imagining that I had already penetrated her, and started
masturbating .

The soft fabric of the underwear felt wonderful, and since it was my mother's underwear for the first time, I quickly reached orgasm.
Just as I was about to ejaculate, the bathroom door facing me was suddenly pushed open, and my mother walked in. I was startled,
and my mother also looked surprised. This must be a coincidence, an awkward coincidence. My mother glanced at
me and noticed the underwear in my hand and my exposed penis. She immediately understood. My mother
glared at me angrily. I quickly took the underwear off and pulled up my pants, awkwardly holding the underwear, unsure
of what to do .

I quietly put my underwear back in the laundry basket, and then my mother picked it up again. While I was still
confused I saw her angrily throw the underwear into the trash can. She glanced back at me, her voice low,

"Disgusting! What did I tell you in the car? You little rascal, how dare you do something so shameless!"

I blushed and lowered my head. Hearing this, I
stubbornly glared at her. Seeing my expression, my mother became even angrier and slapped me hard. My eyes instantly welled up with tears. She
had hit my nose; my nose stung, and tears streamed down my face. My mother was taken aback, probably
surprised by my reaction. She had hit me before, but I had never cried. She didn't understand
why this time, even though I was the one who did wrong, I seemed to be hiding something, as if I had been wronged.
While my mother was still stunned, I turned and quickly went back to my room and lay down.

Lying in bed, I listened to the sounds from the bathroom. I felt like my mother stood there for a while before quietly returning to her room.
My heart pounded with anxiety as I lay there, wondering how I would face my mother. My eyes were closed, my mind wandering.

Suddenly, I felt someone sitting beside me. I snapped awake and opened my eyes to see my mother.
I didn't know why she was sitting by my bed. She was wearing pajamas, her long, black hair cascading down her snow-white
neck . Her high, alluring breasts rose and fell gently with her breath, her beautiful curves hidden beneath the black pajamas
. Her smooth, glistening calves were exposed, appearing even more delicate and supple. Black slippers with delicate straps outlined her
perfect, snow-white feet. Her smooth ankles and glistening toes kept me staring.

It shouldn't be 11 o'clock yet. Why is Mom back in my room instead of sleeping? Is she still
recovering from what happened earlier? Is she going to confront me? I didn't dare to say a word and just quietly watched her. Then Mom
spoke

"Jian, didn't I tell you in the car not to masturbate anymore? It's bad for your health."

Mom's tone was very gentle, not like she was there to interrogate me. Just as I was wondering how to answer,
one of Mom's words cleared my mind.

"Are you feeling particularly upset but too embarrassed to say it? It's okay, you're getting on in years.
Me too, I shouldn't have hit you so suddenly, I'm sorry. I usually pay attention to your studies but I didn't teach you this
kind of thing, it was my oversight. But you shouldn't have used Mom's... and
what you did to me that night... that was wrong, you know? Don't do it again."

Oh my god, Mom's words made me understand some things. Everything in the bathroom just now was
misunderstood . She thought I was just trying to release my desires but didn't know how, so I did those things. In Mom's
heart, I'm still that obedient little brat in front of her. Although I usually dislike my mother's way of thinking,
I'm grateful for it today. It saved me a lot of trouble; I no longer have to worry about how to explain
this to her.

I whispered, "Yes, Mom, I know I was wrong. I'll never do it again."

Mom was satisfied with my attitude and said, "Alright, alright, don't do that again. If anything happens,
tell Mom, okay?"

I nodded, thinking the matter was over, but Mom's words made me think again.

"Were you feeling unwell tonight? How are you feeling?"

I mustered my courage and whispered, "Yes, Mom, I still feel very uncomfortable." As I spoke, I
tried to get my penis hard. I turned on the nightlight and glanced at Mom's heaving
breasts and her smooth, white legs. My penis was already erect, making
a bulge in the blanket. At that moment, Mom glanced at my lower body and saw the bulge. Her fair face
flushed slightly, exuding a womanly charm. Combined with her black lace nightgown and flowing long hair,
the bulge under the blanket rose even higher under her gaze. Mom was clearly taken aback and paused. I lifted the
blanket , revealing my body clad only in boxer shorts, the high bulge caused by my penis to stick out.

Mom obviously hadn't expected me to lift the blanket, but she didn't say anything. However, I wasn't going to let her off the hook.
I said, "Mom, look what's wrong with me. It hurts so much, I can't sleep. And
it's hard, I'm afraid to turn over. You can see for yourself." Before my mother could say anything, I pulled down my underwear.
"No..." My mother's words were useless. After I took off my underwear, my erect penis was completely exposed in
front of my mother. When fully erect, my penis is about 18 or 19 cm long and about two fingers wide in diameter.
Because I often masturbate, my glans is completely exposed. The red glans is trembling slightly,
and the ridges at the bottom are very prominent. The edges of the ridges are slightly aroused. The whole penis is slightly raised. If I
stand upright , my penis can be raised to a horizontal 60-degree angle when fully erect. The two testicles, the size of ping-pong balls, are tucked
at the base of my penis. The thick black hair extends all the way to below my navel. This scene is really surprising.

My mother blushed as she looked at my penis, then turned her head away and said, "Quick, quick, put your pants on. Don't
let Mom see your things." She reached out to pull up my underwear, but my erect penis blocked
it . My mother pressed down on my penis, trying to smooth the underwear up, but when she touched it,
I excitedly pulled again. My hard, hot penis twitched in my mother's hand,
startling . I quickly grabbed her hand, preventing her from removing it. My mother's small, white hand gently grasped
my penis, only holding it halfway. My mother was stunned and didn't know what to do when I spoke up,

"Don't move, Mom, it hurts. It hurts when you move. Don't move."

My mother didn't know what to do, so I asked, "Mom, what's wrong? This has happened
several times already. It's always very uncomfortable, and it takes a long time before I can fall asleep." My mother's face was red, and she was restless. I
continued with my plan. I don't know how I became so bold. I don't even know if this plan will
work. I just vaguely wanted to do it. Seeing that my mother wasn't speaking, I continued, "
It's , so I used your underwear in the bathroom... It was just as uncomfortable during that time, that time I
..." I was about to finish when my mother stopped me, "Don't... don't say anymore, I know."
I couldn't let my mother take the lead in the conversation, so I continued, "Mom, what's wrong? Usually at this time, I
always have to touch myself for a long time to make it go down, and it's sticky afterwards. Mom, do you know any other
way? This is so uncomfortable."

My current thought was to get my mother to put her hand on my penis for a longer time, because my mother's soft
palm felt so good, soft and warm.

My mother blushed and mumbled for a while before finally saying, "Okay, no need to say anymore, I understand."

Seeing that she still wasn't going to bring it up, I took the initiative. I slightly moved my
right hand, which was resting on hers, causing her hand to gently rub against my penis. The soft touch and friction stimulated my
penis, making it tremble. My mother didn't react, just sat there blankly. I asked, "Mom, besides
touching it yourself, is there any other good way? Once I touched it and it hurt so much."

My mother reacted at this point. She withdrew her hand without mentioning my underwear, but turned her face away and said,
"Hmm... well... there's no good way. You can't always touch it yourself; touching it too much is bad for your health, and..."
"This area is very precious, don't touch it anymore. What if you hurt yourself? Listen to your mother, don't
touch it anymore." Saying this, she stood up to leave. Of course, I couldn't let my mother leave, so I mustered my courage
and grabbed her hand again, pulling it towards my penis as I said, "What can I do? I
can't even touch it myself, Mom. Look, it's so hard and warm. I can't sleep. Mom, please think of
something. What can I do if I don't touch it?" "

Perhaps my urgent tone awakened my mother's sense of responsibility, because she didn't get up again,
sitting there quietly, unsure of what to do.

Looking at my silent mother, I became anxious. Did I have to speak first? Fine, I'll speak then.
So I looked at my mother's face and said,

'Mom, how about... how about you help me?'

My mother was startled. 'How can that be?'

'What should I do? Otherwise, I'll be too uncomfortable to sleep. It hurts if I try to fix it myself, and you won't let me. You just
said I can't move around too much, and I'm scared too. '"

Surprisingly, Mom didn't argue with me. Her face was flushed, and she didn't say anything. She sat on the edge of my bed, fidgeting. Anyone
could see that Mom was very confused inside because she kept fidgeting uncomfortably. Her high breasts heaved
more frequently, and the alluring sight made my penis dance up and down. When Mom saw this, her face turned even redder.
I urged her, "Mom~"

At this moment, Mom bit her lip, looked at my expectant eyes, and seemed to have made a decision. She said, "
How this, you... you go wash up, and then... and then... and then..." I
stared at Mom with intense eyes, waiting for her to continue, "and then... I'll help you... and help you." "

For a moment, I thought I had misheard, because I didn't expect my mother to agree to help me
masturbate . I thought that my mother, who was a teacher, would not easily accept such an outrageous
suggestion. I didn't expect it at all. I asked eagerly, "Really, Mom?" "Perhaps I was
too excited, because Mom almost bowed her head to her chest, and nodded slightly as if to answer my question.

Overjoyed, I straightened up and hugged Mom. Mom gasped and tried to push me away. I
hugged her tightly and said, 'Thank you, Mom.' I did it on purpose; I planned to thrust my erect penis into Mom's
waist afraid Mom would be angry,
afraid that if I went too far, she wouldn't help me masturbate anymore. After hugging Mom for a moment, I ran towards the road,
turning back , 'Mom, wait for me, I'll be there soon.'" "

In the bathroom, I excitedly washed my body, especially my penis, afraid my mother
would reject me on the grounds of being dirty. After washing carefully, I suddenly realized that this opportunity wasn't something that could be taken for granted, and I should
seize it. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to handle my first time and would ejaculate after just a few touches from my mother, which would be a waste. So,
I started masturbating, thinking that this would help me last longer and carry out my plan. Thinking that my mother
would help me masturbate soon, I excitedly rubbed myself. After ejaculating once, I was afraid it wasn't enough, so I
masturbated . Luckily, I could still stand up. I quickly dried myself off and ran back to the bedroom. I
breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that my mother hadn't left. My mother seemed very nervous and avoided me." Seeing my mother's gaze, I lay down on the bed and shifted slightly to the other side, gesturing for
her to move closer. I looked at her, signaling her to begin, but she kept her head down and couldn't see me. I
nudged her slightly with my leg, and she flinched, but didn't move. In a panic, I grabbed her
hand and called out, "Mom." She tensed and gripped my hand tightly. My penis... but I used too much force and cried
out . My mother quickly stopped me, afraid of waking my father. After letting go, she saw my burning gaze and sighed slightly
. She said

, "You... close your eyes... don't peek."

I obeyed and closed my eyes, then casually pulled down my underwear. My erect, thick penis
stood up My head lolled greedily at my shy and alluring mother. Although my eyes were closed, I peeked through a crack and
saw her sitting on the edge of the bed, her face flushed. She stretched out her hand several times, then pulled it back, before finally timidly
grasping my penis. She turned her head to the side, her slender fingers circling and stroking it. My mother
was tall and voluptuous, with small hands... She was fair-skinned, but her palms were incredibly soft, and her nails were neatly manicured,
the calluses on her fingers completely smoothed away, leaving them translucent. Her warm, jade-like hand grasped my penis, her delicate fingers gently gliding over the glans.
Her touch felt incredibly good, and my whole body trembled involuntarily. My penis swelled even larger,
throbbing with increasing arousal in my mother's soft palm. My erection startled my mother, who turned around with
a puzzled look on her face. She seemed quite agitated; her face flushed, and she stared blankly at my
restless penis, clumsily stroking it. I could clearly feel her body trembling slightly.
When she realized she could only grasp half of it with one hand, she hesitated for a moment, then joined in with her other hand.
Alternating between the two, my penis soon became engorged with veins, throbbing in my mother's warm hands. My previous
attempts hadn't been in vain; despite my mother's efforts, I showed no signs of ejaculating.

She seemed somewhat bewildered, or perhaps her hands were tired, and murmured to herself, "Why is it taking so long...
to come out?" I opened my eyes and our eyes met. She blushed and quickly looked away.
I casually said, "Mom, of course it's not easy to get it out. I heard people say that you can use your mouth too,
not just your hands."

"How is that possible? How can you put that in your mouth? It's so dirty!"

"It's not dirty, I washed it."

No matter what I said, my mother wouldn't agree. After saying it twice, I didn't dare bring it
up again. I was afraid that if I pushed my mother too far, she wouldn't help me anymore. So I changed my approach,

"Actually... Mom, I heard that other mothers do it naked." My mother was
incredulous. She looked at me suspiciously and said, "Don't talk nonsense! What mother does it naked?" I had already planned
how to trick her, so I immediately said, "Wang and Cai Yan's mothers both did it for them naked,
so when they saw their mothers' naked bodies, they immediately came... Xu Haoran's mother is even better; not only is she
naked , but Xu Haoran might even touch her..."

My mother knew all the classmates I mentioned, but of course, this was all made up to deceive her; it wasn't true at all.
There's no such thing. Mom listened in silence, but after a while she suddenly stood up, sighed, and
lifted to take off her bathrobe. At that moment, I saw that Mom was wearing a pink cotton thong,
which tightly hugged her firm, plump buttocks, making her buttocks tremble so much that one would want
to bite them. Holy crap, Mom's pajamas tonight actually had built-in bra supports! As soon as she took them off, her round,
high breasts were completely exposed. I stared excitedly at her breasts, my breathing becoming heavy
. She looked as if she was about to cry, and whispered,

"Hey... I'm your mother... hey... you can look, but you can't touch me... and you can't
think of anything else ..."

I hurriedly agreed, but my eyes remained fixed on my mother's naked body. My mother was only wearing a
pink pair of panties. Her large, full, white breasts hung in front of her chest, swaying without any
sign . Her purplish-red nipples, about the size of peanuts, were slowly swelling and becoming erect. I
thought to myself: Mom is probably a little excited too, so I paid special attention to the crotch of her panties.

I lay on the bed, and my mother sat on the edge of the bed facing me, but she kept her head down, not daring to look at me. Therefore, I could
freely scan any part of her body with my eyes. Her fair and rounded legs were right in front of me, and her mysterious
crotch was within reach. Under the tight white panties, her full mons pubis was faintly visible, revealing a patch of dark pubic hair.

To save energy, Mom leaned forward slightly, her face getting closer and closer to my penis. She stroked
my penis with her left hand, while her right hand lightly scratched my scrotum to enhance my pleasure. The tickling caused my glans
to tremble swell. The pleasure gradually intensified, and my lust reached its peak.

I noticed subtle changes in Mom's body: her breasts tightened and became larger,
her nipples slightly upturned; her fair skin flushed, and her palms became hot;
and in the area I was most concerned about—her mons pubis—a wet patch slowly seeped out and gradually expanded, soaking her white panties. Various
signs indicated that while my mother was masturbating me, she herself was also experiencing some
physiological response from touching my young body. Perhaps she wasn't actually aroused, but at least her body faithfully showed
the basic !

My mother's technique gradually became more skilled, and my pleasure gradually increased. When I fantasized about my penis penetrating my mother's wet
vagina, I suddenly shuddered and ejaculated violently. This intense pleasure caused the semen to shoot very high,
about 20cm. At this moment, Mom's face was splattered with semen. She froze
, her mouth slightly agape in surprise. The cloudy white semen trickled down her pale cheeks, past
her nose and down to her mouth. This lewd scene... The intense stimulation made me look at my mother's face and aim at
her slightly parted mouth, ejaculating twice more. I subconsciously hoped to ejaculate into her mouth, but this time she
dodged. She continued to masturbate me while frowning and wiping the semen from her face. My penis
gradually shrank in trembling, finally going completely soft. My mother breathed a sigh of relief, saying with a half-smile, "
Finally, it's over." Then she picked up a tissue from the bedside table and wiped the semen from her face. I looked at the drop
of semen that was about to slip into my mother's mouth with extreme regret. After wiping my face, Mom started wiping my penis. She gently
peeled back the foreskin, revealing a much smaller glans, and began to carefully wipe it,
not . This gentle caress felt incredibly good. After ejaculating, a wave of exhaustion washed over me; I felt like I
couldn't even open my eyes. But I still had something to ask Mom.

After Mom finished tidying up, she picked up the wads of tissues and got up to leave. I grabbed her
hand and asked, "Mom, can you help me again next time?"

Mom forcefully shook off my hand and walked quickly towards the door. I was extremely disappointed, but
when I heard her softly say, "We'll see..."

Having received a satisfactory answer, I couldn't hold back any longer and fell into a deep sleep, because I had already opened
that door and stood before the person inside.

Chapter Three—Mom's Little Mouth and Tender Breasts

When I woke up the next day, I decided that this was the best sleep I had had in the days since I came back from SY.
The wonderful feeling from last night kept replaying in my mind. This must have been my most pleasurable ejaculation ever. I
've never felt this good before. And last night, my mother's parting words, "We'll see," gave me endless fantasies
. She didn't completely rule out anything, turning those possibilities into reality. My mother probably hoped this would be her first and last time,
but having tasted such a delicious sensation, how could I possibly let this married woman go? Especially
last night her shy face, just her hands alone gave me such intense pleasure.
What would it feel like if she used her mouth…? If… if… I could ejaculate in my mother's mouth, what
would feel like? Just imagining my semen filling her slightly parted mouth…
what would that be like? Oral sex… I need a plan.

For the next few days, I didn't do anything out of line. Partly, to lower my mother's guard so I could carry out my
plan; partly, because my mother had regained her usual haughty demeanor. But that's alright. This is probably
a woman's, a mother's, inner reserve, their last line of defense—something I
can't rush. My only task now is to slowly, gradually eroding away my mother's proud facade.
If getting my mother to masturbate me was opening that door, then my current challenge is how to
undress her in the house.

However, this tranquility didn't last long. Not long after, I had my mother masturbate me
again . Having learned from her first experience, Mom felt much less of a psychological barrier this time. Although she was still shy, she
wasn't as hesitant as before, and her technique was also better. This time, I
ejaculated twice myself before asking my mom, which led her to believe that it was difficult for me to ejaculate. I then
told her that it was because using my hand wasn't stimulating enough. My mom asked me how to make it more stimulating, and I suggested that
she use her mouth. She firmly refused, saying very seriously,

"You need to understand, I'm your mother, we're mother and son. I'm helping you now because I'm afraid you won't understand and
might do something bad to your health. Don't let your mind wander. If you make such unreasonable
demands again, don't even think about it anymore. Do you believe I'll tell your father?"

My mother's warning made me restrain myself for a while, but when she masturbated me for the third time,
she couldn't take it anymore after more than 40 minutes. My mother couldn't masturbate me for that long every time.
First, her hands would get tired; second, she was afraid my father would suddenly find out; and third,
she was embarrassed to keep touching my penis because it was so stimulating. I noticed that my mother's
skin was always very red after she masturbated me, especially her face—it was so cute!

After that, Mom brought up the topic again. This time, I didn't suggest she use her mouth; instead, I
hesitantly said I wanted to touch her breasts. Mom glared at me but ignored me, finished tidying up as usual
, and left. However, I think she took my words to heart. It seems Mom is still the passive type
; I should add a little more fuel to the fire.

One day, I went into the kitchen and found Mom changing a light bulb on a stool. I went over and offered to help,
but Mom said no.

Although my mother is 170 cm tall, changing a light bulb is only a stretch for her. I watched
as stretched her arms upwards, her small feet sticking out, and pulled her clothes out from her waist,
revealing her fair and fleshy waist. My mother had a slight belly, but not much, which added to her charm and made
her waist look very fleshy. I remembered the time when my mother helped me masturbate at night, and her fair waist made me feel hot.
I said, "Mom, that's too dangerous, let me help you." Before my mother could answer, I stepped forward and
placed my hands on the tender flesh of her waist. My hot hands pressed against my mother's soft flesh, feeling its warmth and softness, and I
gently pinched it.

My mother was clearly caught off guard by my sudden action; startled, she swayed unsteadily. When I supported
her waist, she began to twist and try to shake off my hands. The violent shaking made her
even more unsteady, and she accidentally fell to the ground. I quickly caught her to prevent her from falling,
but I accidentally tripped over the stool beneath her feet. My mother and I tumbled to the ground together. When I
came to my senses , I found that my mother and I had fallen to the ground.

I realized that my arms were wrapped around my mother, one arm around her back, and the other hand, which had been stroking
her soft waist, had slipped inside her clothes. My hand moved slightly and began to knead my mother's waist.

At this moment, my mother also came to her senses and realized that we were hugging each other so intimately
. She instinctively tried to break free from me.

I quickly pretended to be concerned and asked my mother, "Mom, did you get hurt? It's all my fault, I didn't hold you properly." I
looked steadily at my mother. My mother was probably stunned by my words, and she stared at me blankly, unable to speak.
Looking at my mother's slightly parted lips, I instinctively kissed her.

My mother resisted, her lips tightly closed, but I just kept kissing her lips. I didn't know what a real
kiss was like; I was just imitating, so besides the softness and slight fragrance, I didn't feel anything
special. I kept trying to pry her lips open with my tongue. As my right finger moved in and out, my mother's
juices flowed freely, and her lips relaxed. Just then, my mother's mouth gently opened, and I took the opportunity to
slip my tongue into her mouth. Who knew that once it was inside, I would find it pleasurable. My mother's mouth was wet and slippery. When
my tongue touched hers, a slight electric shock sensation shot through my tongue. Naturally, I wasn't going to
let such pleasure pass me by, and my tongue kept entwining with hers. At first, my mother tried to dodge, but there was nowhere
to hide. My tongue tightly wrapped around her and sucked on her.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...sizzle...sizzle...mmm..."

My mother almost gave up resisting, letting my tongue churn in her mouth, even involuntarily sucking
on my tongue. I kissed my mother passionately, one hand kneading her breasts, the other hand fiddling with her vagina inside her panties
.

For a long, long time, my mother pushed me away, panting heavily. Having tasted the sweetness, I pleaded, "Mom,
again!" I kissed her again. This time, I made progress; I sucked my mother's fragrant tongue into my mouth, slowly
savoring it. My mother was also intoxicated by my gentle kiss. We kissed for who knows how long, until my tongue felt a little numb,
but I lingered on the feeling of my mother's tongue, not wanting to leave.

After a while, my mother suddenly pulled my hand away from her lips.

Chapter One—Hotel Romance

The other day, the MP4 I was reading a novel on ran out of battery, so I borrowed a classmate's to read for a while. It was already the second
semester , and the studies were very intense; the teachers were very strict during evening self-study. I secretly peeked at it from my seat
and suddenly noticed a novel on my MP4 called "Snow-White Buttocks" (you all know what I mean,
I was quite lucky to read such a classic incestuous story as my first novel). When I saw the title, I knew it was definitely
a pornographic novel (who would use such a title for a proper novel?). I excitedly clicked on it, and after reading it, my
heart was pounding and my face was burning. First the teacher, then the mother. I suddenly felt very excited, and from then on, I paid special attention
to novels about teachers or incest.

After that, I read a lot of incest novels, some good and some bad. The good ones were progressive, with
the mother being conquered step by step. The bad ones were much more interesting; the mothers in those novels were all like sluts, seeing
their sons as men and ready to be taken advantage of. I found that disgusting and unbelievable. Mothers
are always superior to their sons, and we live in a civilized society now. Everyone has received nine years of compulsory education and
knows what's right and wrong. What kind of mothers are those in those novels? They become
so spread their legs and let their sons ride them? I dare say, if you touched your mother's breasts in real life and tried to take
her to bed, she'd beat you to death.

That's why I've always despised these kinds of novels. However, during this period I also read quite a few good novels.
Just like I can't remember the names of bad novels, I don't remember many of the good ones either, only a few.
Among them is Qin Shou's *The Mirror of Oedipus*. Although this is a masterpiece, I don't entirely agree with it. I always feel that
novels that aren't realistic don't read as thoroughly. But compared to those bad novels, this one
captivated me for a long time. Another novel is called *The Sublimation of Motherly Love*, by an author called "Incestuous Maniac."
This novel impressed me the most because I felt it was written so realistically. The novel describes him and his mother in
a hotel while traveling. The author does some rather inappropriate things while hugging his mother, and coincidentally, his mother is afraid of being seen by others.
Hearing this, I let him go, and this alone took a significant step forward in his relationship with his mother. What I like most about this
article is the author's perspective on incest. The author says (in my opinion, incest isn't
a big deal; it happens accidentally, driven mostly by desire, and always
occurs with mutual consent. Sometimes it lasts a long time and feels natural. My mother and I are like that; we're very
normal at home, as if nothing happened, and we don't have any psychological burden. When we're intimate, we're very passionate,
moving from the living room to the kitchen, from the bedroom...) From the bedroom to the bathroom, they did whatever was stimulating. The stimulation in mother-son incest probably
lies in explicit sexual contact.

This statement really resonated with me. I think incest develops gradually because a mother can't easily let go of her dignity in
front .
Not every mother can accept going from a role of managing a teenager to one of sleeping with him. In my opinion, maybe only one in 100 mothers would, because
the education they receive from childhood already limits this possibility. And how could a young boy possibly have
the cunning to open a mother's heart? After that, I unintentionally watched an incest anime, I think it was called something like "Seductive Mother,
" about a stepmother who appears very proper in front of her son, but is actually very promiscuous. The stepmother was a very virtuous woman
, devoted to her husband and children without ever doing anything out of line. However, her son's sudden appearance in the bathroom shattered this
balance . He first rubbed her back, then suggested masturbation, then breast sex, and finally demanded oral sex. The mother
righteously refused, but the boy's pitiful act moved her, and she eventually gave him
oral sex. As she did so, a wicked smile appeared on the boy's lips. Seeing this smile,
I suddenly became very interested. I felt that the boy was approaching his mother with an attitude of either humiliation or revenge.
The second part of the anime confirmed this, as the boy gradually made his mother promiscuous, teasing her until she actively sought
sex, and finally, he had sex with her in a superior manner. Seeing this, I felt a strong resemblance between myself and that boy.
Both mothers were serious, aloof, and possessed stunning figures and sex appeal.

Suddenly, I wondered if I could sleep with my mother. I was already 18 at the time, no longer an ignorant
teenager. I understood about relationships but hadn't experienced them, so I was curious. The thought of riding my mother
made my lower abdomen heat up, and my heart started pounding. But when I looked up and saw my mother lecturing on the platform,
her stern gaze made me realize how ridiculous and impossible that idea was. At least, my mother
would never might even beat me to death the moment I entertained such thoughts. So, this idea was
killed before it was even born.

And so, I lived my life diligently, occasionally relaxing by reading novels. My father remained
indifferent , and my mother remained strict. Time passed day by day, and five months flew by. Three days before the
college entrance examination, the school gave everyone a break to allow students to relax and prepare for the exam. My parents
knew , so on the second day of the break, my mother prepared a rather elaborate dinner. The three of us
happily ate together around the table. During the meal, my father mentioned that he would be going to Shenzhen after my college entrance examination to help his company with its stock listing,
which might take about three or four months.

Suddenly, my mother said,

"How about this, after Hongjian (my real name is X Hongjian) finishes his exams, I'll take him out
for a . He's been studying for the past few years and hasn't had a proper chance to play. Let's take this opportunity to relax."

I was stunned. Why would my mother say something like that? In the past, she would scold me for reading novels, and she had already torn up several copies of Yilin Reader's
Digest . I glanced at my mother, who smiled and said, "You're 18 now,
practically an adult. I used to be strict with you because you were still a student, and the college entrance exam was very important. After the exam, you'll be
a university student, and I can't keep up with you like this. Let's go on a trip together, relax, and let you
enjoy your university life." My father agreed, and that's how it was decided that my mother and I would go on a trip together after the college entrance exam.
Putting aside unimportant matters, after the college entrance exam, the results came out. I did quite well, and the university I applied to was the one
I had hoped for . The whole family was very happy the day the acceptance letter arrived, and I was happy too—not because of the trip, but
because of university. At the time, my impression of university was that it was a carefree pasture, a place where a bunch of puppies
could run around and do whatever they wanted, without family control or parental nagging. You can imagine
how attractive that was to high school seniors.

The following week was very busy at home, especially for my mother. She had to pack my mother
's luggage for her business trip while also packing our luggage. Everything started normally.

My mother boarded the plane to Shenzhen with us waving goodbye, while my mother and I boarded the train to DL.
With transportation so convenient now, and since my mom and I were traveling independently, we went wherever we wanted, visiting many places.
We went to DL first, then TS, then BJ, TY. In short, my mom and I traveled through almost half of
China . At first, I wasn't very talkative and only talked to my mom. My mom anticipated this and
told me that this wouldn't work. She said that only those with outgoing personalities who can talk to others can integrate well into the group in college. So
she started to train me to speak and encouraged me to chat with strangers. Gradually, I became less shy and timid. Plus, I was
polite, and while I wouldn't call myself handsome, I had a sunny disposition and always smiled at everyone. I was also tall,
so I could chat with both elders and peers. My mother was very happy to see this. We
walked and played for almost a month, and then my mother and I started heading back.

When we reached Sy, we stayed there for a long time, partly because it was very close to home, and partly
because my university was there. We stayed for about three or four days, and during that time we visited the university.
The spacious campus and the beautiful young women made me even more eager for university life. I had my mother sit on a stone bench under the shade of a tree
while I struck up conversations with the upperclassmen who looked promising. Thanks to a month of conversation
practice and the fact that there were quite a few graduating students visiting the school at this time, I quickly struck up a conversation with them.
Within about half an hour, these upperclassmen assured me they would keep in touch after the semester started and show me
around . I paid special attention to the pretty upperclassmen, often making them laugh. When we realized it
was getting late, it was already 5:30 PM. My mother and I quickly said goodbye and headed towards our booked hotel.

My mother was quiet while we walked, but I didn't pay much attention; after all, I was tired after walking all day, and my mind was foggy.
My mind was completely occupied with college when my mother suddenly spoke.

"Hongjian, don't get involved with girls so easily in college. It'll affect your studies. Wait until your
junior or senior year to talk about relationships, understand?" By the time she said "understand?", her tone was very
stern . My good mood vanished instantly. I said "Oh," and ignored her, sauntering after her
to the hotel. I was incredibly annoyed. What? I'm in college and she still has to tell me what to do? I thought to myself, I shouldn't take her
words to heart. I should have fun in college and not let any suitable girls slip by. Even though
I thought that , my good mood didn't return. After arriving at the hotel with my mother, I felt even more depressed.

The reason was that the hotel owner, seeing that my mother and I hadn't returned so late, actually let us
use both rooms we had already booked. This made me very angry. You see, since the start of our trip, my
mother and I have always stayed in separate rooms. My mother doesn't like staying with other people, and she also wants to practice
her self-sufficiency, so she lets me stay in one room by myself. Although everyone knows it's not very useful, it
's not a big deal, and I like being alone to avoid my mother nagging me. But today's situation really annoyed
us . I argued with the owner, who knew he was in the wrong, but these kinds of small hotels aren't
exactly reputable. My mom and I had only told the owner briefly and left our luggage there; we hadn't actually done anything
. So the owner, knowing this, said he could only give us a room to spare. I was furious and wanted to
argue , but my mom stopped me. She told me to just make do for tonight, since we were going home tomorrow anyway.
Helpless, we could only follow the smiling owner. He apologized, but I wasn't in the mood to talk to
him. When we got to the room, we found that it was indeed empty, but the bed wasn't the two single beds we expected
; it was a double bed. I started arguing with him again, but the owner said there was nothing he could do.
He said that this was the only room available in the double room section, and there were no other rooms available. Finally, he relented
and said he would reduce the price further. My mother saw that it was getting late, almost eight o'clock, so she stopped my argument and
reluctantly checked in.

After dinner, it was almost nine o'clock. Since my mother goes to bed early at home, she didn't let me watch TV and
went to wash up and prepare for bed. I lay on my bed, feeling sullen and unhappy.
When I'm alone, I usually watch TV until very late before going to sleep. Sharing a room with my mom is such a hassle, and
when she's always in control. I have to obey her; she says I have to
go to bed when she says I should, and she says I have to do what she says I have to. I wouldn't have thought much of this before, but after this
month of travel, I've become more independent. I resent my mom's domineering attitude. Why should she? Why should I listen to her completely? Suddenly, I remembered what she said on the way back, and a surge of resentment welled up inside me: " How long
is she going to control me ? Always so high and mighty." After that, I felt incredibly irritable and frustrated. So I started browsing pornographic websites on my phone to see if there were any new novels. After browsing through them, I found a few terrible novels. In these novels, they were about sex as soon as you took off your pants. I would normally not even bother reading these kinds of novels, but today I really had no other way . Besides, the descriptions of sex in them were quite detailed, and I gradually got aroused. A while later, the bathroom door opened. The moment I saw my mother walk out of the bathroom, my lower body involuntarily became erect. Although I felt ashamed, it was definitely hard, even though the woman was my mother. Today, my mother wasn't wearing the long nightgown she usually wore at home; instead, she had changed into a black, semi-transparent spaghetti strap nightgown with a low, circular neckline that went all the way down to her chest. I could see the bra underneath, and her large breasts made her chest appear full, revealing a deep cleavage. She came out, her skirt very short; on a young woman, it would only reach her upper thighs. But my mother's frame was larger than most young women's, and the skirt barely covered her round, pert buttocks. Her underwear was also small, revealing most of her fair , tender bottom. My mother's face was slightly flushed; she seemed a little uncomfortable in this new dress. I watched as she slowly walked towards the bed. From her back, I could see that the lace nightgown had lace ties at the back. The tight hem of the nightgown made her walk with a slightly large gait, her round, full buttocks swaying back and forth, making my heart flutter. I quickly moved further inside, and a fragrant breeze wafted towards me—the scent of my mother's shower gel. My mom's sexy outfit made me feel hot, so I quickly turned away to go to sleep. My mom nudged me and said, "Go, take a shower before you sleep." Sigh, I had no choice but to obediently go into the bathroom. Well, at least I could avoid this awkward moment. After quickly showering and drying myself off, I went back to bed and drifted off to sleep. (I was lying on the bed with a voluptuous beauty in my arms. The room was dark, and I couldn't see her face clearly, but I knew she was my girlfriend. We had already taken the final step, and I was about to penetrate her... I don't even have a girlfriend yet, so how could someone be having sex with me?) Okay, I was dreaming then, a erotic dream, which was fine at first, but when I woke up, I found a black thing in front of me. I looked closely and realized it was my mother's pajamas. Through the black openwork pattern, I could see my mother's fleshy back. I remember sleeping some distance away from my mother, so how did I end up in this position ? It must be because of the double bed. When two people are on the bed, the bed dips in the middle, causing both of us to slide towards the center. So now I'm snuggled up to my mom like this. Just as I was about to turn over, I suddenly heard a sound, "slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," a series of slapping sounds, like the sound of slapping hands. I checked my phone, it was already 1 a.m., why would anyone be slapping hands at this hour? "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." As I was thinking this, a soft moan reached my ears. I snapped out of my drowsiness, all sleepiness vanished. It was the sound of sex. Damn, I realized, this was the double bed area, all hourly rooms, rented to young couples for sex . Ugh, what bad luck, how am I supposed to sleep with all this moaning? The woman's moans had been going on for twenty minutes, and she still hadn't stopped. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. My mother, tossing and turning, even stirred slightly. Afraid of waking her, I remained still, afraid to move. But the woman's moans were so alluring...

My penis is fully erect. What should I do? In the past, I could masturbate to relieve the tension, but now
I don't dare to move too much.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah^"

The moans from next door grew louder. I shifted uncomfortably, and before I knew it, I was pressed against my mother
's body. Since she was facing away from me, my front half was pressed against her back half,
so naturally, my entire penis was pressed against her buttocks. My penis started
to grow bigger due to the pressure, and finally, it was hard and pressed against my mother's buttocks. But my mother was still asleep.
The pleasure of my penis pressing against my mother's buttocks made me hard. Isn't this a woman? I subconsciously arched my penis and felt my mother's buttocks
slightly concave. I suddenly had the urge to release my pent-up desire with my mother's body.

I observed my mother for a moment, and seeing that she didn't react, my hands involuntarily reached out to touch her waist. I
first placed my hands on her waist, feeling its warm and soft texture, and then gently rubbed it a couple of times before
stopping. Finding that she didn't react, I moved my hands down to the hem of her pajamas, slipped inside, and slid them back down to
her . My mother's waist felt so comfortable to touch. And there wasn't much excess fat; it felt even softer and
smoother than through her pajamas. My hands uncontrollably began to wander up and down, gradually expanding the area. I moved my hand to
my mother 's lower abdomen and began to gently knead the tender flesh of her abdomen with my palms. It was so soft! As I
touched her, my lower body started to wriggle and rub against my mother's buttocks. But my mother was fast asleep and didn't react. Gradually, I
became less satisfied with my mother's abdomen. My hand began to move upwards, tracing along her ribs before reaching
her bra. I first placed my hand on her breasts to experience them; my nearly 20cm hand
barely covered them. My fingers rested on the upper part of her exposed breasts, the soft touch was truly intoxicating.
I gently kneaded them. I could feel how big and soft my mother's breasts were. I wondered if I should take the risk of taking off
her bra and touching them, but I was afraid that if she suddenly woke up and found out, it would be hard to explain.
While I was hesitating, the moaning from next door pushed me. I gritted my teeth and decided to have some fun, because my mother's breasts
looked really fleshy and must feel really good to touch.

I tried to unhook her bra and was surprised to find that it had a front clasp. I moved my hand to the middle of
her bra and started fumbling for the clasp. After I found it and gently unhooked it, I stopped because I noticed
my mother tremble slightly. I was startled, afraid she would wake up, so I held my breath and remained motionless. Fortunately, she
didn't move again, and her breathing remained steady. I breathed a sigh of relief. That movement must have been an unconscious
action while she was fast asleep. Now I began to enjoy my spoils. My mother's bra, half-undone, had fallen onto the bed
, exposing her breasts. I covered them with my hands as if I had found a treasure, gently kneading
her breasts. As I kneaded, I could clearly feel the elasticity and jiggling of her breasts. I moved my hands, feeling the softness and smoothness of
my mother's breasts. My palms also touched her nipples; the soft yet firm sensation was
so wonderful. Those tiny little bumps, supported by her breasts, pressed against my palm. When I
pinched , they were so soft. I gently tugged at them a couple of times, and found that my mother only made a slight twisting
motion . Feeling more at ease, I grabbed my mother's breasts with my whole hand and began to knead them. The movements
became more and more vigorous as I immersed myself in the softness of her breasts. Her breasts were so soft! When
I squeezed, my fingers could sink slightly into them; when I released them, they returned to their original shape,
swaying gently with the movement of my hand, creating soft, fleshy ripples.

My penis was already rock hard. Pressing against my mother's buttocks wasn't as stimulating as it had been at the beginning.
Looking at the small panties on her big buttocks, a thought struck me. I grabbed one side of her panties and slowly pulled them down.
Gradually, the crevice of her buttocks was revealed. After fully exposing my penis, I held the head and pressed it against my mother's buttocks
. I felt the warmth inside the crevice was even greater; her buttocks were tightly clenched. I quietly enjoyed
the pleasure of my mother's buttocks. My hand continued to move down my mother's lower abdomen, and soon I touched my mother's panties. I lifted the panties
with my middle finger and slowly slid my palm inside, following my mother's movements... My mother's pubic hair was getting thicker and thicker, and the temperature was getting higher and
higher. I could even feel a warm, wet sensation, but I didn't pay attention to it. I continued to wipe downwards, and finally, after
passing the area of pubic hair, I felt a bump. I knew what it was. At this moment, I was excited
. My fingers passed the clitoris and continued to explore backwards. Suddenly, I felt a wetness. I knew my
fingers had reached my mother's vaginal opening. My palm was now completely covering her genitals.
I rubbed her clitoris, teasing it with my index finger, feeling it grow larger. The vaginal lubrication became increasingly
noticeable . While rubbing her genitals, my middle finger continued to rub against the entrance of her vagina, and my penis was buried
inside her anus. I felt like I had reached the very tip. I was extremely excited about my mother's anus. I kneaded
her genitals and gently wiggled her buttocks. The pleasure kept rising up my spine. Suddenly, I lost
control and my middle finger entered a slippery and warm place. I was startled. I was really afraid that I would wake my mother up.
But the wonderful touch in Nana's vagina stimulated me to ejaculate. I ejaculated 6 times, all of it inside my mother
's buttocks.

At that moment, a chill ran down my spine. I felt my mother's hand on mine,
then and remained still. My mother was awake. When did she wake up? Why didn't she stop me? Why
didn't she turn around? What am I going to do tomorrow? My mind was filled with questions, but the ejaculation had left me exhausted. My
eyelids were heavy, and although I tried to open them, I gradually drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up the next day, my mother was already up, and everything seemed normal. I lay in bed as usual,
and touched my penis. I found it lying there quietly, without any trace of semen. Was last night
a dream within a dream? Was what I did to my mother afterwards also a dream? Great, so what Mom discovered was also a dream. I got up and
washed up, and found Mom washing clothes in the bathroom. She was very calm, glanced at me, urged me to brush
my teeth and wash my face , and then continued washing clothes. I glanced at her and realized she was washing last night's underwear. When
Mom and I were sitting in the car, she suddenly took my hand and gently said to me,

"Don't masturbate so often, it's bad for your health."

I froze. So, what happened last night wasn't a dream? Oh my god, then why did Mom
just take my hand away last night without saying anything? I looked at Mom with a questioning gaze. Mom noticed
my gaze, her face flushed slightly, and she turned her head away. Why was Mom blushing...? Could it be...? I
remembered the wetness when I touched Mom's vagina last night. Did Mom not make any noises like the neighbors...?

I didn't dare to think any further, nor did I dare to look at Mom. I just quietly went home.

Chapter Two – My Mother's Soft, White Hands

After returning home, we tacitly avoided mentioning the incident. My mother seemed calm, as if she had almost forgotten
about , but I didn't want to forget, because that night was just too wonderful.

The woman I had my first sexual encounter with was my own mother. Just like in novels, I was gradually
approaching my ideal world, and some thoughts that had been dormant in my mind began to surface. Could I really
do those things with my mother? I looked at my mother's body, unconsciously recalling that night at the hotel,
the wonderful feel of my mother's breasts, the warmth of her genitals, the slipperiness of her vagina, the tightness of her buttocks. A surge of heat rose in my abdomen
, and my penis began to harden. But I couldn't show any of this. Back home, my mother
reverted to her arrogant self, controlling everything I did, as if she had paved the
way for me. I could only suppress my desires. I didn't even know if that night would ever happen again,
nor did I know my mother's true attitude towards such things. She wasn't as resolute as I had imagined;
her words in the car seemed unfinished. What did my mother really mean?

Days passed, and about four days later, around 10 p.m. one night, after my parents had fallen asleep
, I quietly went into the bathroom and rummaged through my mother's clothes. I had read in novels that
masturbating with your mother's underwear felt especially good, and I was feeling mentally exhausted from all the random thoughts I had been having these past few days, so I decided to let loose.
I decided to masturbate with my mother's underwear.

So I went to the bathroom and started searching. I found the underwear, but it had all been washed.
However, I found the little panties my mother wore that night at the hotel. My heart immediately burned with desire. I
picked up the little panties and unfolded them. They were a pure light pink color and about the size of a palm when fully unfolded.
I thought, no wonder so much flesh of my mother's buttocks was showing when such small panties were worn on her large, snow-white buttocks. I
remembered the feeling of inserting my glans into my mother's buttocks that night. At this moment, my penis was completely hard. I wrapped
the panties around my penis, imagining that this was my mother's genitals, imagining that I had already penetrated her, and started
masturbating .

The soft fabric of the underwear felt wonderful, and since it was my mother's underwear for the first time, I quickly reached orgasm.
Just as I was about to ejaculate, the bathroom door facing me was suddenly pushed open, and my mother walked in. I was startled,
and my mother also looked surprised. This must be a coincidence, an awkward coincidence. My mother glanced at
me and noticed the underwear in my hand and my exposed penis. She immediately understood. My mother
glared at me angrily. I quickly took the underwear off and pulled up my pants, awkwardly holding the underwear, unsure
of what to do .

I quietly put my underwear back in the laundry basket, and then my mother picked it up again. While I was still
confused I saw her angrily throw the underwear into the trash can. She glanced back at me, her voice low,

"Disgusting! What did I tell you in the car? You little rascal, how dare you do something so shameless!"

I blushed and lowered my head. Hearing this, I
stubbornly glared at her. Seeing my expression, my mother became even angrier and slapped me hard. My eyes instantly welled up with tears. She
had hit my nose; my nose stung, and tears streamed down my face. My mother was startled by
my reaction, probably quite surprised. She had hit me before, but I had never cried. She didn't understand
why this time, even though I was the one who did wrong, I seemed to have some unspeakable secret, as if I had been wronged.
While my mother was still stunned, I turned and quickly went back to my room and lay down.

Lying in bed, I listened to the sounds from the bathroom. I felt my mother seemed to stand there for a while before quietly returning to her room.
My heart pounded with anxiety as I thought about how to face my mother in the future, lying there with my eyes closed, my mind wandering.

Suddenly, I felt someone sitting beside me. I woke up abruptly and opened my eyes; it was my mother.
I didn't know why my mother was sitting by my bed. She was wearing pajamas, her long, black hair cascading down her snow-white
neck . Her high, alluring breasts rose and fell gently with her breath, her beautiful curves hidden beneath the black pajamas
. Her smooth, glistening calves were exposed, appearing even more delicate and supple. Black slippers with thin straps outlined her two
perfect, snow-white feet. Her smooth ankles and glistening toes kept me staring.

It shouldn't be 11 o'clock yet. Why was my mother back in my room instead of sleeping? Had she recovered from
what happened earlier? Was she going to settle scores with me? I didn't dare make a sound, quietly watching my mother. Just then, my mother
spoke up

, "Jian, didn't I tell you in the car not to masturbate anymore? It's bad for your health."

My mother's tone was very gentle, not like she was there to interrogate me. Just as I was wondering how to answer,
my mother's words cleared my mind.

"Are you feeling particularly upset but too embarrassed to say it? It's okay, you're getting on in years.
Me too, I shouldn't have hit you so suddenly, I'm sorry. I usually pay attention to your studies but I didn't teach you this
kind of thing, it was my oversight. But you shouldn't have used Mom's... and
what you did to me that night... that was wrong, you know? Don't do it again."

Oh my god, Mom's words made me understand some things. Everything in the bathroom just now was
misunderstood . She thought I was just trying to release my desires but didn't know how, so I did those things. In Mom's
heart, I'm still that obedient little brat in front of her. Although I usually dislike my mother's way of thinking,
I'm grateful for it today. It saved me a lot of trouble; I didn't have to worry about how to explain
it to her.

I whispered, "Yes, Mom, I know I was wrong. I won't do it again."

My mother was satisfied with my attitude and said, "Okay, okay, don't do that again. If anything happens,
tell Mom, okay?"

I nodded, thinking the matter was over, but one sentence from my mother made me think again.

"Were you feeling unwell tonight? How are you feeling?"

I asked boldly, then whispered, "Yes, Mom, I still feel very uncomfortable." As I spoke, I
strained to get my penis hard. I turned on the nightlight and glanced at my mother's heaving
breasts and smooth, white legs. My penis was already erect, making
a bulge in the blanket. At that moment, my mother glanced at my lower body and saw the bulge. Her fair face flushed slightly , making her look very feminine. Combined with her black lace nightgown and long, flowing hair, the bulge in the blanket rose even higher
under my mother's gaze .
Mom was clearly taken aback and paused for a moment. I yanked
the blanket off, revealing my body clad only in boxer shorts, the high bulge of my underwear pressing against my erection.

Mom obviously hadn't expected me to pull back the covers, but she didn't say anything. But I wouldn't let her off the hook.
I said, "Mom, look what's wrong with me. It hurts so much, I can't sleep, and
it's hard. I'm afraid to turn over. Look!" Before Mom could say anything, I ripped off my underwear.
"No..." My mother's words were useless. After I took off my underwear, my erect penis was completely exposed in
front of my mother. When fully erect, my penis is about 18 or 19 cm long and about two fingers wide in diameter.
Because I often masturbate, my glans is completely exposed. The red glans is trembling slightly,
and the ridges at the bottom are very prominent. The edges of the ridges are slightly aroused. The whole penis is slightly raised. If I
stand upright , my penis can be raised to a horizontal 60-degree angle when fully erect. The two testicles, the size of ping-pong balls, are tucked
at the base of my penis. The thick black hair extends all the way to below my navel. This scene is really surprising.

My mother blushed as she looked at my penis, then turned her head away and said, "Quick, quick, put your pants on. Don't
let Mom see your things." She reached out to pull up my underwear, but my erect penis blocked
it . My mother pressed down on my penis, trying to smooth the underwear up, but when she touched it,
I excitedly pulled again. My hard, hot penis twitched in my mother's hand,
startling . I quickly grabbed her hand, preventing her from removing it. My mother's small, white hand gently grasped
my penis, only holding it halfway. My mother was stunned and didn't know what to do when I spoke up,

"Don't move, Mom, it hurts. It hurts when you move. Don't move."

My mother didn't know what to do, so I asked, "Mom, what's wrong? This has happened
several times already. It's always very uncomfortable, and it takes a long time before I can fall asleep." My mother's face was red, and she was restless. I
continued with my plan. I don't know how I became so bold. I don't even know if this plan will
work. I just vaguely wanted to do it. Seeing that my mother wasn't speaking, I continued, "
It's , so I used your underwear in the bathroom... It was just as uncomfortable during that time, that time I
..." I was about to finish when my mother stopped me, "Don't... don't say anymore, I know."
I couldn't let my mother take the lead in the conversation, so I continued, "Mom, what's wrong? Usually at this time, I
always have to touch myself for a long time to make it go down, and it's sticky afterwards. Mom, do you know any other
way? This is so uncomfortable."

My current thought was to get my mother to put her hand on my penis for a longer time, because my mother's soft
palm felt so good, soft and warm.

My mother blushed and mumbled for a while before finally saying, "Okay, no need to say anymore, I understand."

Seeing that she still wasn't going to bring it up, I took the initiative. I slightly moved my
right hand, which was resting on hers, causing her hand to gently rub against my penis. The soft touch and friction stimulated my
penis, making it tremble. My mother didn't react, just sat there blankly. I asked, "Mom, besides
touching it yourself, are there any other good ways? Once I touched it and it hurt so much."

My mother then realized what was happening. She withdrew her hand without mentioning my underwear, and simply turned her face away, saying...
"Hmm... well... there's not much I can do. You can't keep touching it; it's bad for your health. And
this area is very precious. Don't touch it anymore. What if you hurt it? Listen to Mom, don't
touch it anymore." She stood up to leave, but of course I couldn't let her go. So, I mustered my courage
and grabbed her hand again, while... My mother pulled my penis towards her hand and said, "What should I do? I
can't even touch it myself, Mom. Look, it's so hard and warm. I can't sleep. Mom, please think of
something. What can I do if I don't touch it?"

Perhaps my urgent tone awakened my mother's sense of responsibility, because she didn't get up again
and sat there quietly, unsure of what to do.

Looking at my silent mother, I was extremely anxious. Did I have to speak first? Fine, I'll speak then.
So I looked at my mother's face and said,

"Mom, how about... how about you help me?"

My mother was startled. "How can I do that?"

"What should I do? Otherwise, I'll be too uncomfortable to sleep. It hurts when I do it myself, and you won't let me. You just
said I can't move around, and I'm scared."

Surprisingly, my mother didn't argue with me. Her face was red, and she didn't say anything. She sat on the edge of my bed, fidgeting. Anyone
could see that my mother was very confused inside because she kept fidgeting uncomfortably. Her high breasts heaved
more frequently, and the alluring sight made my penis dance up and down. My mother's face turned even redder when she saw this.
I urged her, "Mom~" "

At this moment, Mom bit her lip, looking at my expectant eyes, as if she had made a decision, and said, '
How about this, you... you go wash up, and then... and then... and then...' I
stared at Mom with intense eyes, waiting for her to continue, 'and then... I'll help you... help you.'

For a moment, I thought I had misheard, because I didn't expect Mom to agree to help me
masturbate . I thought that as a teacher, Mom would not easily accept such a lawless
suggestion. I didn't expect it at all. I asked eagerly, 'Really, Mom?' Perhaps I was
too excited, because Mom almost lowered her head to her chest and nodded slightly in answer to my question."

Overjoyed, I suddenly jumped up and hugged my mother. She gasped and tried to push me away. I held her tightly.
I hugged my mother and said, "Thank you, Mom." I did it on purpose; I planned to thrust my erect penis into my mother's
waist , feeling the softness of her body. But I only took a quick bite before letting go, because I was afraid my mother would be angry,
afraid that if I went too far, she wouldn't help me masturbate anymore. After hugging my mother, I ran towards the bathroom,
turning back , "Mom, wait for me, I'll be right there."

In the bathroom, I excitedly washed my body, especially my penis, afraid that my mother
would refuse me with the excuse of being dirty. After washing myself carefully, I suddenly realized that this opportunity wasn't something that could be taken for granted, and I should
seize it. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to handle my first time and would ejaculate after just a few touches from my mother, which would be a waste. So,
I started masturbating, thinking that this would help me last longer and allow me to carry out my plan. Thinking that my mother
would help me masturbate soon, I excitedly rubbed myself. After ejaculating once, I was worried that it wasn't enough, so I
masturbated . Luckily, I could still stand up. I quickly dried myself off and ran back to the bedroom. I
breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that my mother hadn't left. My mother seemed very nervous, avoiding my gaze. After lying on the bed, I shifted slightly to the side, gesturing for
my mother to sit closer. I stared at my mother, signaling her to start, but she kept her head down and couldn't see my gaze. I
nudged her slightly with my leg, and she flinched, but didn't move. In my anxiety, I grabbed her
hand and called out, "Mom." My mother, flustered, gripped my penis, but too forcefully, and I cried
out . She quickly stopped me, afraid of waking my father. After releasing my hand and seeing my burning gaze, she sighed softly
. She said

, "You... close your eyes... don't peek."

I obeyed and closed my eyes, then pulled down my underwear. My erect, hard penis angrily
rose up greedily glaring at my shy and charming mother. Although my eyes were closed, I secretly peeked through a crack.
I saw my mother sitting on the edge of the bed, her face flushed. She stretched out her hand and pulled it back several times before timidly
grasping my penis. My mother turned her head to the side, and her slender fingers circled and stroked my penis. My mother
was tall and voluptuous, with small, fair hands that were incredibly soft. Her nails were neatly manicured, and
the calluses on her fingers had been smoothed away, leaving them translucent. Her warm, jade-like hand grasped my penis,
her delicate fingers gently gliding over the glans. The sensation was incredibly pleasurable; my whole body trembled involuntarily. My penis swelled even larger, throbbing
and pulsating with excitement in my mother's soft hand. My mother, surprised by the size of my penis, turned her head,
her face full of doubt. My mother seemed quite agitated; her face was flushed, and she stared blankly at my
restless penis, clumsily stroking it. I could clearly feel her body trembling slightly.
When she realized she could only grasp half of it with one small hand, she hesitated for a moment, then joined in with her other hand.
Alternating between the two, my penis soon became erect, throbbing in my mother's warm hands. My previous
two attempts hadn't been in vain; despite my mother's efforts, I showed no sign of ejaculating.

She seemed somewhat bewildered, or perhaps her hands were tired, as she murmured to herself, "Why is it taking so long...
to come out?" I opened my eyes and our gazes met. She blushed deeply and quickly looked away.
I casually said, "Mom, of course it's not easy to get it out. I heard people say that you can use your mouth too,
not just your hands."

"How is that possible? How can you put that in your mouth? It's so dirty!"

"It's not dirty, I washed it."

No matter what I said, Mom just wouldn't agree. After saying it twice, I didn't dare bring it
up again. I was afraid that if I pushed Mom too far, she wouldn't help me anymore. So I changed my approach,

"Actually... Mom, I heard that other moms do it naked." Mom was utterly
incredulous. She looked at me suspiciously and said, "Don't talk nonsense! What mom does it naked?" I had already planned
how to deceive her, so I immediately said, "Wang and Cai Yan's mothers both did it for them naked,
so when they saw their mothers' naked bodies, they immediately came... Xu Haoran's mother is even better; not only was she
naked , but Xu Haoran might even touch her..."

My mother knew all the classmates I mentioned, but of course, I made all of this up to lie to her;
there was no truth to it at all. My mother listened in silence, but after a while, she suddenly stood up, sighed, and
lifted to take off her nightgown. Then I saw that my mother was wearing a pink cotton thong, which tightly hugged her firm, round
buttocks Her buttocks trembled, making me want
to bite them. Damn, my mother's pajamas tonight actually had built-in bra supports! When she took them off, her round,
high breasts were fully exposed. I stared excitedly at her breasts, my breathing becoming heavy
. She looked as if she was about to cry, and whispered,

"Hey... I'm your mother... hey... you can look, but you can't touch me... and you can't
think of anything ..."

I hurriedly agreed, but my eyes remained fixed on my mother's naked body. My mother was only wearing a
pink pair of panties. Her large, full, white breasts hung in front of her chest, swaying without any
sign . Her purplish-red nipples, about the size of peanuts, were slowly swelling and becoming erect. I
thought to myself: Mom is probably a little excited too, so I paid special attention to the crotch of her panties.

I lay on the bed, and my mother sat on the edge of the bed facing me, but she kept her head down, not daring to look at me. Therefore, I could
freely scan any part of her body with my eyes. Her fair and rounded legs were right in front of me, and her mysterious
crotch was within reach. Under the tight white panties, her full mons pubis was faintly visible, revealing a patch of dark pubic hair.

To save energy, Mom leaned forward slightly, her face getting closer and closer to my penis. She stroked
my penis with her left hand, while her right hand lightly scratched my scrotum to enhance my pleasure. The tickling caused my glans
to tremble swell. The pleasure gradually intensified, and my lust reached its peak.

I noticed subtle changes in Mom's body: her breasts tightened and became larger,
her nipples slightly upturned; her fair skin flushed, and her palms became hot;
and in the area I was most concerned about—her mons pubis—a wet patch slowly seeped out and gradually expanded, soaking her white panties. Various
signs indicate that while my mother was masturbating me, she herself also had some
physiological response due to contact with my young body. Perhaps she was not lustful, but at least her body had faithfully shown that she had
basic !

My mother's technique became increasingly skilled, and my pleasure intensified. As I fantasized about my penis penetrating her wet
vagina, I suddenly shuddered and ejaculated violently. This time, the intense pleasure caused the semen to shoot very high,
about 20cm. My mother's face was splattered with semen; she froze, her
small mouth slightly agape in surprise. The cloudy white semen trickled down her pale cheeks, past
her nose and down to her mouth. This lewd scene... The intense stimulation made me look at my mother's face and aim at
her slightly parted mouth, ejaculating twice more. I subconsciously hoped to ejaculate into her mouth, but this time she
dodged. She continued to masturbate me while frowning and wiping the semen from her face. My penis
gradually shrank in trembling, finally going completely soft. My mother breathed a sigh of relief, saying with a half-smile, "
Finally, it's over." Then she picked up a tissue from the bedside table and wiped the semen from her face. I looked at the drop
of semen that was about to slip into my mother's mouth with extreme regret. After wiping my face, Mom started wiping my penis. She gently
peeled back the foreskin, revealing a much smaller glans, and began to carefully wipe it,
not . This gentle caress felt incredibly good. After ejaculating, a wave of exhaustion washed over me; I felt like I
couldn't even open my eyes. But I still had something to ask Mom.

After Mom finished tidying up, she picked up the wads of tissues and got up to leave. I grabbed her
hand and asked, "Mom, can you help me again next time?"

Mom forcefully shook off my hand and walked quickly towards the door. I was extremely disappointed, but
when I heard her softly say, "We'll see..."

Having received a satisfactory answer, I couldn't hold back any longer and fell into a deep sleep, because I had already opened
that door and stood before the person inside.

Chapter Three—Mom's Little Mouth and Tender Breasts

When I woke up the next day, I decided that this was the best sleep I had had in the days since I came back from SY.
The wonderful feeling from last night kept replaying in my mind. This must have been my most pleasurable ejaculation ever. I
've never felt this good before. And last night, my mother's parting words, "We'll see," gave me endless fantasies
. She didn't completely rule out anything, turning those possibilities into reality. My mother probably hoped this would be her first and last time,
but having tasted such a delicious sensation, how could I possibly let this married woman go? Especially
last night her shy face, just her hands alone gave me such intense pleasure.
What would it feel like if she used her mouth…? If… if… I could ejaculate in my mother's mouth, what
would feel like? Just imagining my semen filling her slightly parted mouth…
what would that be like? Oral sex… I need a plan.

For the next few days, I didn't do anything out of line. Partly, to lower my mother's guard so I could carry out my
plan; partly, because my mother had regained her usual haughty demeanor. But that's alright. This is probably
a woman's, a mother's, inner reserve, their last line of defense—something I
can't rush. My only task now is to slowly, gradually eroding away my mother's proud facade.
If getting my mother to masturbate me was opening that door, then my current challenge is how to
undress her in the house.

However, this tranquility didn't last long. Not long after, I had my mother masturbate me
again . Having learned from the first experience, Mom seemed much less hesitant this time. Although she was still shy, she
wasn't as timid as before, and her technique was better. Again, I
ejaculated twice before asking Mom, which led her to believe I had difficulty ejaculating. I then told
her it was because hand stimulation alone wasn't enough. Mom asked how to make it more stimulating, and I suggested
she use her mouth. Mom firmly refused, saying very seriously:

“You need to understand, I’m your mother, we’re mother and son. I’m helping you like this because I’m afraid you won’t understand and
might do something bad to your health. Don’t let your mind wander to other things. If you make such an outrageous
request again, you can forget about it forever. Do you believe I’ll tell your father?”

My mother’s warning made me restrain myself for a while, but when she helped me masturbate for the third time,
she couldn’t take it anymore after more than 40 minutes. My mother couldn’t help me masturbate for that long every time.
First her hands would get tired; second, she was afraid my father would suddenly find out; and if there was a third reason, it
was that she was embarrassed to keep holding my penis, because it was too stimulating. I noticed that my mother
's skin was always very red after she helped me masturbate, especially her face, which was so cute.

After that, she brought up the topic again. This time, I didn't ask her to use her mouth; instead, I
hesitantly said I wanted to touch her breasts. My mother glared at me but ignored me, finished tidying up as usual,
and left. However, I think she took my words to heart. It seems my mother is still the passive type
; I should add a little more fuel to the fire.

One day, I went into the kitchen and found my mother changing a light bulb on a stool. I went up to her and offered to help,
but she said no.

Although my mother is 170 cm tall, changing a light bulb is only a stretch for her. I watched
as stretched her arms upwards, her small feet sticking out, and pulled her clothes out from her waist,
revealing her fair and fleshy waist. My mother had a slight belly, but not much, which added to her charm and made
her waist look very fleshy. I remembered the time when my mother helped me masturbate at night, and her fair waist made me feel hot.
I said, "Mom, that's too dangerous, let me help you." Before my mother could answer, I stepped forward and
placed my hands on the tender flesh of her waist. My hot hands pressed against my mother's soft flesh, feeling its warmth and softness, and I
gently pinched it.

My mother was clearly caught off guard by my sudden action; startled, she swayed unsteadily. When I supported
her waist, she began to twist and try to shake off my hands. The violent shaking made her
even more unsteady, and she accidentally fell to the ground. I quickly caught her to prevent her from falling,
but I accidentally tripped over the stool beneath her feet. My mother and I tumbled to the ground together. When I
came to my senses , I found that my mother and I had fallen to the ground.

I realized that my arms were wrapped around my mother, one arm was around her back, and the other was stroking her...
My mother's soft hands were already inside her clothes, and with a slight movement, I began to knead her waist.

At this moment, my mother came to her senses and realized we were embracing so intimately. She instinctively tried
to pull away.

I quickly pretended to be concerned and asked, "Mom, did I hurt you? It's all my fault, I didn't hold you properly." I
looked steadily at my mother. Perhaps my words stunned her; she stared at me blankly, speechless.
Looking at instinctively kissed her.

My mother resisted with her lips tightly closed, but I just kept kissing her lips. I didn't know what a real
kiss was like; I was just imitating, so apart from the softness and slight fragrance, I didn't feel anything
special. I kept trying to pry her lips open with my tongue. As my right finger moved in and out, my mother's juices
started , and her lips relaxed. Just then, my mother's mouth opened slightly, and I took the opportunity to
slip my tongue into her mouth. Little did I know that once it was inside, I would find out how good it was. My mother's mouth was wet and slippery. When
my tongue touched hers, a slight electric shock sensation shot through my tongue. Naturally, I wasn't going to
let such pleasure pass me by, and my tongue kept entwining with hers. At first, my mother tried to dodge, but there was nowhere
to hide. My tongue tightly wrapped around her and sucked on her.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...sizzle...sizzle...mmm..."

My mother almost gave up resisting, letting my tongue churn in her mouth, even involuntarily sucking
on my tongue. I kissed my mother passionately, one hand kneading her breasts, the other hand fiddling with her vagina inside her panties
.

For a long, long time, my mother pushed me away, panting heavily. Having tasted the sweetness, I pleaded, "Mom,
again!" I kissed her again. This time, I made progress; I sucked my mother's fragrant tongue into my mouth, slowly
savoring it. My mother was also intoxicated by my gentle kiss. We kissed for who knows how long, until my tongue felt a little numb,
but I lingered on the feeling of my mother's tongue, not wanting to leave.

After a while, my mother suddenly pulled my hand away from her lips.

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