My Mother and I's Sexual Relationship (Part Two)

Continuing from the previous text. I couldn't even do laundry properly. It was never clean, so Mom wouldn't let me do it. I couldn't cook either. I didn't even know how to turn on the gas. I helped out with whatever I knew. A few days later, Mom called me over and said, "Son, we have to move." I was terrified. "Where are we going?" Mom said, "To Qingdao." I was so scared. I said, "That's a strange city. How will we live? Who will look after this house?" Mom said, "Relatives will take care of us." Mom took me to a small town near Laoshan in Qingdao. It was my first time outside the city. The country really is as big as it looks in books. Mom rented an apartment building. It was my first time seeing an apartment building, and I was very curious and excited. Mom found a car and brought all the new furniture and things she liked from our hometown to Qingdao. Mom and I spent several days setting up the new house. Mom rented a stall at a nearby farmers' market, saying she would sell pork. She wouldn't sell clothes anymore. Mom contacted vendors, bought supplies, and prepared for the opening. It was summer, the summer of 2006. I'm 25 years old now, and I still get lost in Qingdao; I've always had a terrible sense of direction. My mom always takes me everywhere, taking the bus. In the summer, it's hot during the day, and my mom takes a bath at night. I always sneak peeks at her, feeling sorry for her, but also thinking about those erotic books, always curious. I've also developed strong romantic feelings for my mom. My mom's feet are blistered from all the friction. I massage her feet tenderly, asking her what size her feet are. She says size 41. The next day, I remembered that and saw some Beijing cloth shoes at the market. I chose a size 41 with a pretty pattern and color and bought them for her. When we got home, they fit her perfectly and were very comfortable. My mom said she hadn't raised her son in vain. I care for my mom every day, washing her clothes, and I've even learned how to use the washing machine. I've learned to hand-wash clothes very well from my mom. My mom is busy at the meat stall at the farmers' market and sometimes gets a little careless; I even wash her bras and underwear very clean. When she finds out, she says I shouldn't wash those small clothes; she washes them herself. I can also cook rice now, getting the water level right, and I can even make cold dishes. My mother's butcher stall business was booming, and she got restless again. Hearing from the neighbors that there were divorced women with children, she wanted to introduce me to some women, but our rented apartment wasn't suitable. My mother was worried again. Later, she mortgaged our old house in our hometown, taking out a loan of 20,000 yuan, and with her earnings, she wanted to buy a new apartment. At that time, apartments in that small town in Laoshan District of Qingdao were generally 99 or 128 square meters. My mother could only afford a down payment on a 99-square-meter two-bedroom apartment. The full price was 60,000 yuan, and she put down a little over 30,000 yuan. She took out a loan from the bank in installments. With the mortgage at home and on the Qingdao apartment, my mother worked tirelessly at the butcher stall from dawn till dusk. Since I wasn't good at accounting, I chopped and cut the meat for her. I saw several beautiful divorced women in Qingdao; they were indeed beautiful, wearing high heels and jeans—so sexy, slender, and with such poise. I'm not even as tall as a girl. A 159cm man isn't a man anymore. Several women disagreed, even after they learned we bought a new apartment. Later I learned that Qingdao is a developed second-tier coastal city in China, and it's the best coastal city north of the Yangtze River. After more than half a year of blind dates, my mother gave up. I was tormented by my low self-esteem. I told my mother I didn't need a wife; I wanted to stay with her for life. I worked hard, helping my mother with farm work after finishing housework. I learned step by step from my mother, gradually developing conversations with the other children my age at the market. Once, a guy took me to an internet cafe; he treated me. I always asked my mother for pocket money, but she was very frugal, saying she needed to pay off her loan. At the internet cafe, it was my first time using a computer; I didn't even know how to turn it on. The guy, seeing my old-fashioned look, said, "You don't know anything, you just watch porn, don't you?" He found some porn sites for me to watch, and I slowly learned how to operate them. Many of the porn videos were about incest between mothers and sons, which I loved. Gradually, I even learned how to register a QQ account. My QQ account is from 2006, and I still use it now; it's a 9-digit number, 10 years old. Once, during a raid on prostitution, I was caught. My mom came to pick me up and gave me a lecture. I was so scared and ashamed that I knelt before her for half the night, and she secretly cried. After that, I dared not go to internet cafes anymore, but I always thought about it. Nocturnal emissions happened frequently, but I didn't masturbate. I also tried my best to help my mom with chores. My mom bought me an old, secondhand computer and installed an internet cable. When I wasn't busy, I would go home to use the computer and play on QQ. Gradually, people added me, and we chatted about random things. I mainly watched movies. I didn't interfere with my mom's work. My mom didn't come home until almost 10 pm and went out again at 8 am. I told people online about our work and situation, and later, a QQ friend said, "Your mom is amazing. She's suffered her whole life. You should learn to care for her more. It's not easy being a woman." I massaged my mom at night because her shoulders and back hurt so much that she couldn't sleep. I often cried. I cried and said that I would go into business so that my mom wouldn't have to worry about me. My mom could stay home and play, and I would come home to cook and do housework. My mother was so moved that she hugged me and cried. Later, I learned to use an electronic scale, to classify and price meat, and I recorded everything in a notebook. I also learned to use a small calculator. I gradually took over my mother's work, but running a business requires skill. Faced with customers' inquiries and picky questions, I panicked and didn't know how to respond, so my mother was still hesitant to hand it over to me. My mother also learned to use a computer when she came home at night. I taught her the basic operations, how to turn the computer on and off, and how to browse the web. Gradually, my mother also started using my QQ account to chat. My mother typed too slowly. Fortunately, my mother had learned a lot of Chinese characters and pinyin from my father, who was a teacher, when I was young. Day after day passed, and when we returned to our hometown for the Spring Festival, everyone admired my mother, saying that she had bought a house in Qingdao and was still running a business. In 2007, I was already 26 years old. My mother's business was considered average in the agricultural market, and my mother seemed very content. My mother maintained a moderate relationship with her neighbors. (The Doctrine of the Mean) One spring day, when the flowers were in bloom, I was secretly watching porn at home. My penis was so hard that I started masturbating, mimicking the movements in the videos. My hand ached, but I still couldn't ejaculate. I grabbed my mother's underwear and got so engrossed that I didn't even notice her coming into my room. It took me ages to realize she'd been watching for an hour. I covered my face in shock and said, "Mom, I'm so sorry." My mother said, "Don't do that. It'll harm your health. You'll have a bride by your birthday." She quickly ran out, and I saw her crying. My mother had been using my QQ account for a few months and was slowly learning to type. I discovered that QQ on the computer had chat history. I accidentally found a chat between my mother and an older woman, and I was shocked. I read the two months' worth of chat history over several days. It turned out my mother had told this stranger our family's history and stories. After that, I started paying attention to the QQ history. My mother and I took turns doing chores. When it wasn't busy, I would watch the butcher's stall and do some heavy lifting; when it was busy, my mother had to do it. This way, my mother would have time to use the computer. I checked the records every day and found that my mother had told me about watching porn, disapproving of my relationships with 36 men, and even details about my ex-wife. What really got worse was my behavior towards my mother – peeping at her while she showered and telling my aunt about my underwear. A few days later, my aunt sent me a lot of messages saying that her son had a mother complex, that our family situation was special, and that it would be difficult for me to find a wife. She told my mother to relax, that she could be my sexual partner. I was terrified. Because of this, I became even nicer to my mother and more caring. My mother and I share the same birthday, May 8th on the lunar calendar. During the day, my mother told me to go out and buy something I liked in the district, giving me 500 yuan. I took the bus to the pedestrian street. I didn't want to buy clothes for myself, and I didn't know how to bargain, so I saw a flower shop and shyly told the saleswoman that I wanted to buy flowers as a gift. The girl was very pretty and said it was for her lover, right? She let me choose, but I didn't know anything about flowers. She helped me choose and even asked me how old my girlfriend was. I said she was 49 (the flowers were for my mother, and she was 49). The girl paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, don't worry, your girlfriend will love you to death." She asked what holiday it was, and I said it was my girlfriend's birthday, and we're getting married soon. She said she wanted to buy a ring, but I only had a little over 400 yuan left, which was awkward. She suggested buying a silver one, and then a diamond one when we're rich and successful. The price of silver in 2006 and now in 2016 is almost the same. I bought a ring, a silver bracelet, and some vegetables my mother likes, such as bananas, cucumbers, and eggplants. When I got home, I tidied the house and prepared the cooking ingredients. I went to the market; my mother had gone out in the afternoon. It wasn't a very busy day. When I got home at 9:30 pm, I smelled the aroma of food and knew my skillful mother had prepared a sumptuous dinner. I was stunned when I entered the bedroom. My mother was wearing a pure white wedding dress, red high heels, and flesh-colored stockings that subtly revealed her long legs, along with red lipstick. She also wore light makeup, and her hair was flowing beautifully. I immediately understood, knelt down, and kowtowed to my mother in gratitude. I'm useless; I've been unable to find a wife for half my life. To satisfy my physical needs and boost my confidence, my mother gave me her body, as pure and white as jade, which she had maintained for 49 years. I cried and kowtowed until my head bled. My mother lovingly helped me up and held me in her arms. Happy wedding day! Our dinner was so romantic; the computer was playing love songs (Today I'm Marrying You).
Songs like "Autumn Never Returns" (Shin Band, "I'll Love You Till I Die" by Angela Chang) were playing. We drank red wine and lit red candles. My mother was so beautiful. It was 11:30 PM after dinner, the exact time of my birth. My mother came into my bedroom; the bed was already covered with my belongings. She found a video of mother-son sex. She lay down, and I undressed her piece by piece. My mother is 172 cm tall, 13 cm taller than me. She weighs 140 catties, which is exactly the standard Chinese BMI. My mother's legs are fair and long, her waist is beautiful, and her breasts are large and beautiful. She taught me to kiss her first; we kissed passionately. Then she taught me to touch her breasts, describing her feelings. When I saw her private parts, she spread her legs wide. It was the first time I seriously appreciated a woman's most important private parts. They were far more beautiful than my ex-wife's. My mother's skin was pink and delicate, beautiful, with sparse but not sparse pubic hair. My mother parted her labia with both hands, and I couldn't help but get aroused. I imitated what I'd seen in porn, frantically licking her, my tongue going deep inside. The woman's unique scent made me painfully hard. Just then, I felt the urge to urinate and went to the bathroom. Back in the bridal chamber, after setting up the computer, I found a lab report. The words were so difficult to understand, but I recognized them (IUD removal, regular menstruation). I rushed to bed to make love with my mother. I asked her what was going on. She said that two weeks ago she went to the hospital to have her IUD removed and had a gynecological exam; everything was normal, meaning she could get pregnant and have children. But she hadn't told the doctor her purpose. My mother said, "You remember you couldn't masturbate at the hospital, so you couldn't have your semen tested, right? Tonight, I'm marrying you, and I'll personally test your sexual function." I continued frantically licking my mother's vulva, my tongue always wanting to explore. My mother writhed and cried out. Seeing her beautiful body, my penis felt like it was going to explode. My mother measured the length of my erection with a hard ruler: 22 centimeters, and the girth with a soft ruler: 5 centimeters. My mother smiled, "Good son." I want to be your woman, to bear your children. My mother's vagina was so wet from my licking, such a tall, beautiful woman, so much fluid! My mother's gentle little hands held my penis, guiding it to her alluring vagina, telling me to thrust in hard. Seeing my mother cry out, I almost fainted. My mother excitedly said, "Thrust in and out hard!" The warmth and wetness of her vagina tightly enveloped my large penis. Following the movements in the porn on the computer, I quickly adapted. I was extremely excited. I whispered sweet nothings to my mother, promising to take care of her and be filial for the rest of my life, that she would make love to me every day, that I was the happiest man in the world. Almost an hour passed. My mother asked if I was about to ejaculate. I said no. My mother continued to hold my waist. We thrust, our whole being focused on making love, our excitement intense. Looking at my beautiful, tall mother, I went crazy. It felt so good. I realized that this kind of sex between a woman and a man was the most pleasurable thing. Suddenly, my mother's body tensed, and she cried out loudly, holding me tightly. She didn't move for five minutes, her vaginal fluids flooding my penis. Mom climaxed, lasting for 5 minutes, the fluid filling more than half a paper cup. I continued excitedly. Mom lay down weakly. I thrust wildly, and with the sounds of an old woman moaning from the computer, I felt like I was floating on air. Two hours passed, Mom had climaxed again, but I was still thrusting, drenched in sweat. I woke Mom up again, and she writhed and cooperated wildly. I felt an inexhaustible energy. Mom's legs were curled up, writhing between my legs. I felt a sense of conquest and told Mom. She nodded happily. Mom tensed her body, holding me tightly without moving. A lot of fluid came out, soaking the sheets. My glans was numb from Mom's stimulation, and a large amount of semen ejaculated deep into Mom's uterus. I shouted, "Mom, I love you!" My first release, my whole body felt relaxed, my hair felt like it was moving, every hair was released. For 26 years, this was the first time I had truly tasted the pleasure of a woman's body. I yelled, and Mom yelled too, "It's gone to heaven! It's grown so much! It's so thick! They've found the fundus of my uterus!" We both fell into a deep sleep and didn't wake up until 8 a.m. My mom wanted to go to the farmers' market, but I stopped her. I said, "Mom, you're my woman now, but you're still my mother. You should rest at home." I went to the farmers' market. Mom came in the afternoon. Seeing everyone at the market, she looked so energetic. The neighbor said, "Mom looks so beautiful today, her complexion is so good!" Mom and I smiled secretly; only we felt happy inside. To be continued...

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