Dark Beginning 6

I had just finished having sex with my wife. While we were doing it, I called her "Mom" and was thinking about my mother's body back then. Okay, let's continue from where we left off.
The next day, I was in a daze all day. My mind was filled with images of touching my mother's breasts and sucking on her nipples at night, and of my mother touching my penis. I felt guilty and remorseful from time to time, but mostly I felt anticipation, longing, excitement, and thrill. My mother didn't show any more affection for me than usual, nor did she show any signs that I was a bad or lewd child. She was no different from usual. My friends from the village came to invite me out to play, but I used a cold as an excuse not to go. Perhaps I was filled with regret, guilt, anticipation, and a desire for atonement. Throughout the day, I rushed to help my mother with whatever chores she needed to do. The day passed in this state of conflicting emotions. After dinner, it was already quite dark. My mother said, "Your cold is just getting better. Don't listen to the radio anymore. Go to bed early." I nodded and said okay. Then, for some reason, I blurted out, "Mom, I still want to sleep in your bed." My mother paused for a moment, didn't say anything, and turned to go to her side. When I saw that my mother hadn't agreed, I felt a sense of disappointment, but also a bit of relief and a sense of accomplishment. I closed the door and prepared to go back to my side to sleep. Just as I was about to walk in after closing the door, I heard my mother say, "Close the door and come to sleep right away." I immediately agreed, and my spirits lifted. I felt so happy, surprised, and excited that my penis even throbbed.
When I entered the inner room, Mom was already in bed. As soon as I went in, she said, "Hurry up and take off your clothes to sleep." I quickly took off my clothes and crawled into bed. As soon as I entered, Mom said, "Take off your undershirt to sleep. If you sleep in it, you'll be sleeping in the same bed." So I took off my undershirt and crawled in naked. I saw Mom get up and blow out the light. When Mom got up to blow out the light, I saw that she had also taken off her undershirt and was naked from the waist up, but she was wearing underwear on her lower body, unlike me who was completely naked.
After turning off the light, I lay there straight, afraid to move or speak. Actually, I didn't know what to say. Mom didn't say anything either, nor did she hold me like she did last night. I don't know how much time passed, but my back started to hurt and I felt uncomfortable, so I slowly turned to my side. As I turned, I sensed that Mom wasn't asleep either. After turning, I quietly moved closer to her, almost touching her body. Mom clearly felt my little movement, and I could feel her body tremble. After a while, I pretended that the blanket wasn't covering me properly and pulled it up. When I pulled my hand back, I casually placed it on Mom's body. Mom was sleeping with her back to me. As soon as I put my hand on her body, I felt her body tense up, but she didn't say anything or move. I knew Mom wasn't asleep. Seeing that she didn't say anything or remove my hand, I knew that Mom had tacitly approved of what I had done last night. This made me relax, and I let out a long breath. I reached out and touched my mother's breast, leaning closer to her. Now I was pressed against her back, and my penis was against her buttocks. Although it wasn't hard yet, it felt very comfortable to be against her buttocks. I gently rubbed her breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples. My mother didn't speak or move. Slowly, I felt her body tense up and relax, and her breathing became faster and heavier. Actually, I was breathing even harder and more rapidly than her. I touched Mom's breasts like that for about half an hour, but then I got tired of just touching them and wanted to suckle them. I tried to move her body, but couldn't. Undeterred, I kept trying. After two or three minutes, Mom mumbled something and turned around, following my hand. Then she put her hands under my neck and hugged my head. Naturally, I opened my mouth and took her nipple in my mouth, while my hands continued to touch and knead her breasts. My penis was already hard, pressing against her belly. I continued sucking and kneading her breasts, my penis pressing against her belly, occasionally... I thrust my penis hard against Mom's belly, and her breathing became increasingly rapid. Soon she let out a soft moan or a soft "ah." This lasted for about ten minutes; I didn't keep track of the exact time, but it felt neither long nor short. Mom's hand reached down and, like last night, grasped my penis. However, this time she didn't grip it tightly or loosely like last night; instead, she stroked it like I usually do when I masturbate, occasionally rubbing my penis against her belly. This feeling excited me even more than last night. The pleasurable sensation made me forget about Mom's breasts; I was only focused on breathing, and my hand... I forgot to massage it. After a while, Mom said, "Pinch the nipples." I snapped out of it and quickly massaged Mom's nipples. After a few pinches, Mom said, "Pinch the nipples, harder." I obediently pinched Mom's nipples hard, pulling them as I pinched. I felt Mom's breathing become louder, and her hand stroking my penis faster. Soon I felt like I was going to ejaculate, so I told Mom I was going to come. Mom hummed but didn't say anything, just pulled me closer. Mom's hand stroking my penis faster. After about twenty or thirty strokes, I felt like I couldn't hold back anymore, and my penis instinctively moved forward. As I moved, Mom sensed my erection. She tightened her grip on my penis, pressing it against her belly and holding it there. The timing was perfect; I ejaculated as soon as my penis touched her belly. The feeling was intense and pleasurable, even more so than last night. Most importantly, this time I didn't feel guilty; I only felt excitement, thrill, and happiness. Then Mom said, "Get the towel to wipe yourself; so much came out again." She wiped her belly and then my penis, saying, "Now that you've ejaculated, go to sleep." I hummed in agreement, leaning against Mom, my arms around her waist. Mom held my head and we fell asleep like that. But I went to bed too early today; it must have been around ten o'clock. I still wasn't sleepy; the excitement and happiness kept me awake. I think Mom felt the same way, also unable to sleep. We lay there, not saying a word. After about half an hour, I felt the urge to touch Mom again.
This time, having already touched Mom twice, I didn't bother with any probing. I simply placed my hand on her buttocks. Even through her underwear, I could feel the softness and warmth of her flesh. As soon as my hand touched them, Mom's body tensed up and then relaxed. She didn't say anything, and she didn't move. I lowered my head, opened my mouth, and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking it. My hand kneaded her buttocks. Perhaps because I had already touched and licked her, the excitement in her body hadn't subsided. Soon, I heard her panting. Sucking and licking her nipples and kneading her buttocks felt so good, so exciting. My penis also became erect, pressing against her belly. After a while, I felt unsatisfied with just touching her buttocks through her underwear. I was touching her buttocks through her underwear, and I wanted to reach inside. So I pulled down the elastic band of her underwear, and as soon as my hand went inside, she stiffened, turned her back and slapped my hand away, saying, "Take it out." I took my hand out and placed it on her breasts, kneading them. Because she had said earlier to squeeze her nipples hard, even though I didn't know what erogenous zones were, I knew that would make her feel better. I thought that if she felt good, she might let me touch her buttocks directly. I leaned forward, half-lying on top of her, sucking and licking one nipple with my mouth, and pinching the other nipple with my hand, squeezing and pulling it a few times lightly and a few times heavily, while sucking and licking harder, occasionally biting it lightly. Perhaps she liked and was very sensitive to this kind of sucking, licking and kneading, because after a while, she started moaning. My mother's arms were around me, stroking my back and buttocks. After a few minutes, I pretended to be tired and lay down, my hands naturally moving down to her buttocks again. I leaned closer to her, my penis pressing against a small indentation, probably her navel. I continued to suck and lick her nipples. My mother stroked my back. After a while, I unzipped her underwear and slipped my hand inside. This time, she flinched but didn't hit me or say anything. I knew this meant she had given her permission, so I boldly started kneading her buttocks. After a while, I became bolder and bolder, my hands kneading her buttocks more and more blatantly. My mother's moans grew louder and louder. The sensation grew increasingly urgent and heavy. Slowly, my hand reached down to Mom's buttocks. It was wet, very wet, slippery, incredibly slippery. Mom's body tensed suddenly, and she hugged me tightly. This allowed my hand to reach further. I stretched my hand out, bent my fingers, and slipped them between Mom's legs along the slippery surface. I felt my fingers touch an opening. Mom's area was very slippery; I couldn't tell if I touched her vagina or her anus. I heard Mom let out a soft moan, and her body twisted. My hand came out, and then Mom said, "Behave yourself and eat your fill. Don't move your hand." So I started sucking and licking again, kneading Mom's breasts and nipples. Mom was lying half-flat, her hand reaching down to grasp my penis and stroking it. I still wouldn't give up; I still wanted to touch Mom's butt and vagina. My hand slowly and stealthily reached down to her belly, stroking it, while I alternately sucked and licked her breasts. Gradually, my hand reached the edge of her panties, and I bit her nipple slightly harder. Mom let out a soft "ah." Taking advantage of her distraction, I suddenly shoved my hand inside her panties, directly touching her vagina. By sheer coincidence, one of my fingers was right at the entrance. Feeling the opening, I bent my finger and inserted it a little further. I felt Mom gasp and let out a "ah," saying, "Take it out." This time, I didn't listen. I moved my finger around the entrance, hooking... As I started, Mom said again, "Take it out quickly, do you hear me? Take it out quickly!" Although Mom's tone was harsh, she didn't reach out to pull my hand or hit me. I don't know what I felt, maybe it was just intuition, but I didn't feel any fear or anger towards Mom. Instead, I reached my hand in further, letting my fingers go in even deeper. Mom sat up halfway, her mouth open, inhaling deeply, saying, "Don't move, take it out." Looking at Mom's expression, I remembered how she looked when Dad fucked her and she felt good. I inserted my fingers even deeper, stimulating Mom's vagina even faster. Mom's vagina felt really good to touch, smooth and slippery. With so much vaginal fluid flowing, it was slippery and felt even better to touch. Mom saw me still fiddling with her clitoris, and whether it was from pleasure or something else, she lay down, one arm around me, the other holding my penis, moaning softly. After a while, Mom said to take it off. I didn't quite understand, so I asked her what she said. Mom said again, "Take off your underwear." I quickly pulled down her underwear, and she lifted herself up, making it easy to pull it off. Then I knelt beside her, sucking and licking her nipple, while my hand reached down to her clitoris and started fiddling with it. This time, her legs were bent and spread apart... My fingers moved more easily, perhaps instinctively, I inserted my middle finger directly. Mom's vagina was warm and slippery. Maybe because my hands are small and my fingers short, I didn't really feel the clitoris. I just kept thrusting in and out, occasionally probing inside her vagina with my finger. Mom was holding my penis and stroking it, her moans and gasps growing louder. Soon she cried out, "Sixth Child (that's what she called me by my name, but I'll use this instead), go in a little deeper, probe the top." I didn't say anything, just did as Mom said, probing the top part of her vagina. I vaguely felt that the flesh there was a little different, like there were many small bumps, but I didn't think much of it. Besides, I couldn't figure out what it was. After a while, Mom said, "Sixth child, use two fingers." I immediately inserted another finger, and started thrusting and probing Mom's vagina with those two fingers. Mom probably felt good because her hand was holding my penis but didn't move. I was also engrossed in probing Mom's vagina and didn't pay much attention. After a while, I heard Mom say urgently, "Use one more." So I inserted another finger. As soon as I inserted it, I felt Mom's vagina gripping my hand very tightly. Then Mom said, "Probe the top, probe faster." My hand was probing and probing hard and fast inside Mom's vagina. Actually, my hand was already sore, but I kept probing and probing. Mom told me to hurry up and scratch, which felt incredibly stimulating and exciting. I scratched about twenty or thirty times, and then I heard Mom say in a trembling voice, "Suck the nipple, suck the nipple head quickly!" I quickly took Mom's nipple into my mouth and started sucking and licking it hard. Before I had sucked a few times, Mom suddenly tensed up, her legs stretched straight out, clamping my hands so tightly I couldn't move. I looked up and saw Mom's mouth open, hissing as she inhaled. Mom's tense body lasted only about ten seconds before relaxing. Maybe she didn't want me to see, because Mom pulled the blanket up, covering us both. Then Mom squeezed my penis and said, "Still hard? Are you coming or not?" I hummed in agreement. I touched Mom's pussy and asked, "Want to do this?" Mom hummed in agreement, then started stroking my penis, but pulled my hand away, preventing me from touching her pussy anymore. Maybe Mom's orgasm had already passed. I could only grope and lick Mom's nipples, kneading her breasts. Mom stroked my penis very quickly, probably wanting me to ejaculate quickly. Soon I felt the urge to ejaculate, so I told Mom I wanted to, "Where?" Mom turned her back to me, pulled my penis between her buttocks, and said, "Rub it yourself." Mom's buttocks were wet and slippery. As soon as Mom squeezed my penis, I felt a urge, my penis instinctively... I nudged it in the ditch, rubbing against the slippery water. After a few thrusts, I felt a tingling sensation. I pushed my penis in forcefully, feeling like I was hitting an opening, but I couldn't go in. I didn't know if it was my mother's vagina or anus. My penis throbbed and I ejaculated. This time, I don't know if it was from the stimulation or something else, but I ejaculated a lot. My penis throbbed about seven or eight times. My body suddenly went limp, and I felt a sense of relaxation. Soon, I felt waves of fatigue. My mother was probably tired too, or maybe she knew I was tired. She didn't ask me to get something to wipe myself, but instead fumbled for something to wipe my vaginal opening. Then she wiped my penis, and I think she used her underwear to wipe it. After she finished wiping me, she said, "Go to sleep now. Remember, don't tell anyone." I hummed in agreement and said, "I know." Then I reached behind her and touched her breasts, pressing my body against hers. I fell asleep soon after, not knowing when she fell asleep.
Okay, that's the end of that. Although I didn't actually have sex with Mom, my penis still got some of her vaginal fluid on it, so it's kind of incestuous, I guess. The next day, I was still thinking about doing that with Mom again that night. Unfortunately, Dad and my sister came back the following afternoon, and for the next year or two, I never had the chance to sleep alone with Mom again. During that time, it was just Mom and me at home, and I did try to see her, but it was always during the day. Mom wouldn't allow it. At most, I would pester her until she got impatient and she would let me suck and lick her breasts, but that was it. It wasn't until I was almost graduating from middle school that I finally had a chance to be alone with Mom again. I'll write about that next time.

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