Across the river is a high mountain with pine trees, miscellaneous trees and grasses, but no economically valuable fruit forests, and when I was a child, I used to graze cows on the mountain and hunt for timber. At that time, it was a simple mountain village where people worked at sunrise and rested at sunset.
My family lived at one end of the village in a fine two-story house. There were two rows of rooms with a hall in the center for meals and adult conversation. Each row had three rooms, two of which were connected by doors. Before my oldest sister was born, there were beds in one of the rooms and they slept with Mom and Dad. Dad worked out of town and came back from time to time for a few days. After my oldest sister Min was born, there was a bed in the outer room with a door, which was my own bed, and I only slept in it when Dad came home. I mostly slept with Mom and Min, but instead of sleeping side by side with Mom, I slept at her feet.
Later, Mom told me that my little feet would often rest at the base of her thighs while she slept, especially on cold, long winter nights, sometimes causing her to wake up from a bout of restlessness, and to really feel the long winter nights in the unseen darkness. The first few times, it was overwhelming. After that, it was only after spreading her legs a bit, tightening them against her lower back in just her shorts, and then clenching them together, that she drifted off to sleep.
When I get up the next day, sometimes a few pubic hairs stick to the bottom of my pants, and if I’m not careful, the cold tugs on my vulva are raw and painful.
When she told me about it, Mom and I were lying naked in bed in my own house in a southern city. It was a summer afternoon, my wife was away on a business trip, and Mom and I were alone in the house. The curtains were drawn and my 45 year old mom was lying flat on her back with a pillow under her ass and her legs spread in an M-shape.
At 25, I lay on my side next to Mom, my eyes looking at the roots of my thighs, my pubic mound was plump with not too much pubic hair, my outer labia were elastic but without pubic hair, my labia minora were small and dark in color. As soon as Mom opened her legs, the labia minora parted, and even the vaginal opening was open, so there was no need to open her up with her hands. A finger was inserted into the wet cunt and Mom’s ass rocked from side to side and her thighs spread apart. As I pulled my finger out of my vagina, I noticed a thin wire attached to my finger from the vaginal opening.
I said did you think of putting my little feet right up your bottom at that time, Mom gasped and said it just didn’t occur to her at that time. Your already hard, Mom said, one of Mom’s hands holding the hardening penis, her lips kissed the glans, felt the glans stained with Mom’s saliva. Mom panted and said her hand was dirty, don’t leave it in there too long, if you want to come, come faster. I knew Mom was already needy, but I still couldn’t feel the tightness of Mom’s pussy that needed her cock so much to be soothed. I hurriedly got up and got on top of Mom, and my upward thrusting cock quickly penetrated Mom’s cunt.
Mom graced me with her presence, and with that began to rock her hips from side to side more vigorously, her lips searching for my mouth, which was full of saliva as my tongue plunged into Mom’s mouth, and soon drool was dripping out with the corners of her mouth. By the time I was seven, my second sister, Xiu, was born and I began to sleep alone in my bed in the outer room. At that time there was no special feeling, and I didn’t know myself that I would put my feet at the base of my thighs while sleeping.
That was the year I started elementary school. Mom bathed me until I was 9 years old. That very summer, Mom was washing clothes in the pond and I swam in the pond along with stripping naked. Mom called me to come home with her after washing clothes, and when I came ashore, she hurriedly pulled me to her side and said you don’t know when your cock is stung by locusts. I cried in terror as I looked down at the locusts on my penis, which had become too small due to the long time in the water. Mom then pulled the locusts off and a little blood came out. Squeezing her hand gently over the wound, she paused and told me to get dressed and hurry home. When I got home, Mom sucked the wound on her cock with her mouth, and proceeded to apply Marigold oil to the wound every day.
A few days later, asked me if it still hurt, I said it didn’t hurt anymore, mom didn’t believe me, she trailed her hand on her penis until it was a little hard and then she let go, relieved.
In the summer when I was 10 years old, I was playing with some kids from the neighborhood in a new house that had just been built at the edge of the village that hadn’t been done yet. A 16 year old sister of the family was cleaning up the house, and when she was tired of doing it and resting, she always peeled off the pants of a 7 year old boy, and everyone was so happy to see his penis exposed. I didn’t know what inspired me to do it, so I took off my sister’s pants, but I didn’t take them off. I was in trouble. My sister was about to peel off my pants, forced me to a room on the 2nd floor, and peeled off my pants. She laughed out loud and held my penis in her hand. It didn’t take long to suddenly stop laughing as it got bigger and harder in her hand. She cried out in disbelief, “Oh my God! It’s so big!” Her face turned red and she covered her eyes with her hands.
She let go and saw that my dick was still cocked and ran away. Now that I think about it, it was just hard and cocked, how big could it be? It was just hard to see pictures of genitals back then, let alone adult genitals.
In the winter when I was eleven years old, before dawn, my mother woke me up to go with her to pick oil tea in the mountains ten miles away. We got up too early, and there was no one on the way. Mom was a bit scared and followed me closely to show the way. I didn’t wake up, and I stumbled several times on the first part of the trail. When we reached the oil tea mountain, the sky was getting a bit light, and I wanted to pee. I wanted to pee. Mom said, “Go ahead and pee. I couldn’t pee because mom was right behind me. Mom also rushed me once, so I peed a big bag of urine.
Within a few steps, Mom wanted to pee too. I didn’t stop, just slowed down. Mom said didn’t you hear me?
Stop for a second. I had to stop, mom to the curb less than two steps away from me, with the sound of unbuttoning pants, mom stomped down to pee. In this quiet time, at first, you can only hear the peeing gently “boo boo” sound, and then “boo boo” sound is getting louder and louder. I can not help but look back to see, this look makes me excited, before the eyes of a white shaking, mom’s wide snow white ass straight to me, mom’s wide snow white ass and peeing “boo boo” sound has been left in my mind. I watched until she was about to finish peeing and then turned back. We picked a lot of oil tea that day, and mom and I were happy for days.
In those days, it was customary in the countryside to keep a toilet in the house for night urination.
Maybe I was already asleep when my mom peed in the past, or maybe I was so used to the sound of my mom peeing that I didn’t have any memory of it. Since I started picking oil tea, it became a habit to listen to my mom’s peeing before falling asleep. It was only one night when dad stayed at home that I heard mom gasp and say that she was already hard and had found it. At that time, I didn’t realize that it was sexual intercourse or sex, and I fell asleep in a daze.
The summer of 12 years old was rather boring, mainly because of the question of whether or not I would be able to go on to junior high school. After the exams, I did some chores such as making hogweed, fetching wood and herding cattle during the day, and sometimes read some little books at night. One evening, my neighbor’s aunt Ying would come to my house after dinner to chat with my mother because my husband was often out running around. One day after dinner, she chatted with my mother in the hall of my house. She was a long-winded woman who was eager to talk about her parents and her family.
She said, “Do you know what the fifth father is going to beat his eldest son with a hoe for today?” “Haven’t heard that yet,” replied the mom. “I’ll tell you what, the fifth father said his oldest son slept on it.” “You’re not telling me that he slept on his mommy Yun, are you?” “It wasn’t me who said that, it was fifth father who said that”, the long-winded woman got a little upset, “Yun even cried and told me that fifth father can’t do it, he’s crazy” “That can’t be true, Yun is less than 45 years old, he looks like he’s almost 60, his hair is gray, and his The incisors have also lost two. Could it be that she has flowers on her Bie (B, meaning female genitalia)?” Mom still didn’t believe it.
“Growing flowers? I don’t believe it’s going to look good. It’s Yun’s B that’s itching, don’t you?” , Ying gasped, her voice was loud and I could imagine Ying’s two big tits bouncing up and down. “I’m not, it’s your B that’s itchy,”, that’s when mom remembered I was in the house and said, “Keep it down, my son is in the house.” Ying chirped for a while and left, I was annoyed with her and she knew it, but she wasn’t paging.
One morning the adults were working in the fields. I didn’t have much to do, so I laid out a cooler in the hall, and my two sisters, and the neighbor’s 5 year old girl were playing on the cooler. She was still wearing her open pants and laying on the cooler, so I noticed her B. It was fat and had a slit in the center that was closed. I opened it with my left hand and gently ran my right index finger from top to bottom and the slit closed again.
I put my index finger under my nose and smelled it, and there was no odor. It was done in secret, no thoughts related to intercourse yet, or she’d be in trouble if she told her parents, and none of that came to mind. I didn’t even know it when Mom came home at noon. Was watching the mating dogs in my backyard, ass to ass, and a couple of my sister’s were pouring water on the dogs and having a good time. Suddenly I was shocked to hear my mom’s less than happy voice from behind me, all grown up and still acting like a child. I was red in the face and too anxious to speak.
I went to middle school, but in those days, I didn’t seem to need to study hard. I learned nothing, except that it stimulated the desire for women and the imagination of sex. The first thing I found was a physiology textbook given to us underclassmen by the upper grades, and I learned about menstruation, spermatozoa, and other things.
I remember a senior brother one night in my quilt said to help me ejaculate, I actually let him glove my penis, until the penis is sore when I called to stop still can not ejaculate, he said with no regrets that you can not, the hairs have not yet grown. Thinking about it now, I was really curious at that time. Since then, no one of the same sex has ever comforted a penis, perhaps because of this experience I do not like to masturbate. That’s how I ended up repeating the year.
Probably had my first semen loss on winter break at age 14. When I woke up that night I realized my shorts were wet, so I threw them on the floor and put on a new pair. The next day at lunch, my mom said eat more, it’s growing, and was pouring a lot of food into my bowl, looking a little different.
In the summer when I was 15, I graduated from junior high school. Mom worked even harder, going down to the fields early, coming home covered in sweat, taking off her long coat and pants, and doing laundry after lunch. And I had my eye on mom.
A pair of bowl-shaped breasts jiggled in the sweat-soaked thin sweatshirt, large dark nipples clearly visible as they were washed, and large pants fluttered. Mom’s wide ass came back into view, giving me the desire to peek.
I just sat across the table and chatted for a few minutes, eager to see Mom’s pussy at the base of her legs, but couldn’t stay too long or be too revealing, lest Mom get suspicious. At this point, my mind was jumping and I was nervous. After a few attempts to peek, I gave up.
In this summer, I would have been happy to go to the mountains to graze the cows, which is a relatively easy thing to do, and the mating of the bulls with the cows also aroused my interest. The cow will put up her tail when she pees, revealing her black, fat pussy, and when she pees, it is like a stream of water erupting from a hose, and a bull will rush to drink some urine, stretch his neck, and after the cow has finished peeing, he sticks out his tongue and adds to the cow’s pussy, and sometimes you can see that the cow’s labia are forced to part to reveal the bright red color of her pussy lips, and the bull exposes his penis and prepares to climb on the cow, but I’ve never seen a bull succeed in lying on a mother cow, and it is incredible to say. cow ever, unbelievable to say the least.
One day in the mountain cattle, a few cows lying on the grass to rest, a probably a year-old cow due to lying position makes her labia separated a little exposed bright red, my penis actually hard. There is no one around, I quietly to her side, caressing her back, see no movement, left hand to separate the labia a little wider, very wet, I took out my penis roaming inserted, a little hot, not long, I feel the blood to the brain to rush, penis shivering in the cow’s vagina.
Just then the cow pranced to her feet, still shooting cum into the air.
I didn’t expect to be admitted to the county high school, I was the first person in the village to go to the county high school, my parents and the whole family were happy. The happier thing is that I have a sore on my belly and buttocks, and at that time in the countryside only use herbal medicine. Mom went up to do farm work and brought it home at lunchtime, and only after two of my sisters took a nap after lunch did Mom have time to put the medicine on me.
The first dressing was embarrassing because my pubic hair was almost up to my navel by then. At Mom’s urging, I had to pull my big shorts down to the base of my penis and Mom squatted down to apply the medicine. At first Mom’s breathing was a bit rapid, causing her pubic hair to blow. Within a few minutes, the penis was hard and bucked. Mom unhappily said again so you dress yourself, really angry.
I was in a hurry and said I don’t know how it happened, she saw that I was being honest and said nothing. After the dressing was done, she went behind me and pulled my pants down to give the ass a dressing. After applying the medicine, she lifted up my shorts. When mom saw my penis still sticking up, her eyes stared at me. I was so red that I said, “It’s so hard it hurts, I don’t know if there’s something wrong with it. I didn’t mean to.” Mom hesitated, pulled down my shorts again, and the hard cock popped out and just stayed cocked.
Mom tucked her hand in and without saying anything, she went out and brought a bowl of cool water and told me to drink it, then told me to suck it in and it didn’t take long for it to soften. I said it didn’t hurt anymore, and mom went about her business. It took less than a week for the medicine to heal, and every time I put the medicine on, at first mom’s breathing was a little short.
It’s a good thing my penis wasn’t hard before the compress or mom would have been pissed. After applying the medicine, I drank a bowl of cool water and inhaled, and it didn’t take long for my penis to soften. Later mom told me, then I can be hard for more than a quarter of an hour, and I married the girl is a bit lucky.
At that time, I teased my mom about how to say it was a bit of luck. Mom said that coitus can be more than 20 or 30 minutes at a time, but also can not be happy to die. This summer, because mom has seen and touched my penis, I gradually in front of mom often exposed without being scolded. I was more than happy to do a little farm work with mom, who might have someone to talk to, and I could pee without avoiding my mom, who would look at my penis every time, but of course it wouldn’t be cocked at that time.
One time it bucked and she got angry looking. As long as it doesn’t buck up, it’s fine to change shorts in front of her when I’m at home and she’s around to talk about it. I asked her later why she didn’t get mad if she didn’t buck up. She said she didn’t know. I guessed that maybe bucking up might be associated with having sex, so she was angry. At the time, Mom was forty-one and Dad wasn’t home much, so it was a comfort to look at a penis that wasn’t meant for sex.
Mom and I became closer and were free to expose ourselves in her presence. The county was ten miles away from my home, and at first I lived at school, going home on Saturdays and returning to school on Sundays. At that time, the university entrance exams had already begun, in order to let me have more time to study, my mom found a person from the same village who worked in the county to help, and found a small house for me to live in, saying that I should seize the time to study well, and not to go home on weekends.
Mom came to the city every few days to help me organize my hygiene, if she washed the shorts that had been semen, she would say, “You have to use your energy in your studies, do not think about it. I said no, and she said, as if to herself, “Don’t think about it all the time, take care of your body, and study hard”. When she said this, she couldn’t see that she was angry, but she was always worried that she wouldn’t be able to go to college and that I would have to become a farmer. During high school, it was all about studying, and sex wasn’t a problem at all. Of course it was natural to get into college, and two years later I became the first college student in my village.
Had sex with Mom for the first time this summer when I was 17. It was after high school, and it was as if he had collapsed and was lethargic.
At that time, my sister, mom and dad lived downstairs, and I lived upstairs alone. The other rooms upstairs had some miscellaneous things in them, and sometimes mom came upstairs to clean up the rooms or get some things. A few days after the college entrance exam, Dad came home. When he saw me, he asked me how I did. I said I didn’t do well and probably wouldn’t get in. He said that if you didn’t pass, you could study for another year, and that if you worked hard, you could pass the exam. Dad stayed at home for a week this time, he helped mom with the farm work. I studied upstairs, and when I was tired, I would lay down on a bamboo mat in the upstairs hall.
At that time, the countryside has long been contracted to the household, Dad came back to these days, Mom and Dad together to do farm work, Mom to take care of Dad, to come upstairs less often, stayed for a short period of time. Sometimes when they saw me reading, they would advise me to take a break if I was tired of reading, but sometimes they would ask me to go with them to do some farm work. Sometimes I was asked to go with them to do some farm work, and when I went there once or twice, I was happy to see Mom and Dad cooperating with them in doing farm work. More often than not, when I didn’t want to go, she would assign some small things for me to do.
One day at dinner, Dad sat at the top, Mom and I sat across from each other, and my two sisters sat across from Dad. During dinner, Mom and Dad talked about farm work. Then they talked about my university entrance exams. Mom said, “If you don’t think you’ll do well in the exams, study hard at home, and if you don’t get in, go back to school. If you don’t get in by the age of 21 or 22, you can go home and work in the fields. At that time, my little sister said that mom was so biased, she sisters have to go to work every day, but my brother can not go, and even allowed to repeat the year.
Mom smiled and said, when you two are going to college, don’t do farm work either. Your brother is suffering the most now, don’t compare yourself with him.
I was so touched that my tears almost fell, and I felt that my mom understood me the most. At that time, if you wanted to work in the city from the countryside, the only way was to study, in fact, Mom and Dad had high hopes for us siblings. Dad left the next day after lunch, I was lying on a bamboo mat in the upstairs hall, the sun outside the front door is hot, people want to go to sleep, good thing in the rural areas in the summer also have the habit of taking a nap.
Shortly after I lay down, Mom came up wearing a tank top and big pants with a pear in her hand. I sat up, and mom sat down on the bamboo mat facing the door. Said to see if I slept, said eat it, said Dad brought back, specially left one for me. I’m already such an adult, how can I eat it alone? I was about to go to the knife to separate, also let mom eat some. She said no, the pear is not a treasure. Seeing that I do not eat, I took a bite and handed it to me and said eat it. When I was eating the pears, she said that people in the village always ask her if I passed the exam when they see her.
I asked her how she answered ah, she said the examination is so easy ah, the village has not been a test. If you get in, then it’s good. If you don’t get in, you’ll have to study again. As I was talking, mom said it was better to lie down and talk without getting tired, so she lay down and talked while I remained seated. Mom was probably too tired and fell asleep in no time. I have not seen mom sleeping like this for many years, and when I was 14 or 5 years old, I wanted to see mom’s pussy again, but I have never had the idea of having sex with her.
When Mom slept on her side, she could see most of her ass, which was a bit blindingly white; when she slept flat on her back, she could see the roots of her thighs, which were equally white; she wanted to look at her pussy, but she still couldn’t see it, so she just let it go. Later, when I made love to mom and stroked her pussy, she even asked about it and asked me if I had peeked at it then. I said no, the first time I saw it was when she touched it while changing clothes.
I asked her why she was so tired that she fell asleep upstairs. She said that if your father came back for several days, the night of his return and the first night of his departure would be in the same room, but also to talk, did not have a good night’s sleep, and the next day still have to do farm work, can not be tired? The first time I saw my mom’s pussy, it was not more than a month after I received the notice of admission to the university. When I found out the news, mom was most happy, and I started to do farm work with her again. When my sister wasn’t around, I was able to pee without avoiding mom, and every time mom still just looked and turned her head away.
The first couple of days Mom and I had a lot to talk about, and after lunch, I went to Mom’s room and ran into her changing clothes with her pants still on.
Mom watched me come in and was so overwhelmed that she forgot to pull her pants up for a good long while, so I could see that the part covered by the pants was really white, her pussy was bulging, there wasn’t a lot of hair, and you could see a bit of a darker pussy. When mom reacted, she turned around and pulled her pants up, and when she bent over, she could see a really bulging pussy between her legs. Mom said with a reproachful voice, came in without saying anything.
I tried to say something at the time, but just called out shakily to Mom, not even knowing when she had put her clothes back on. Later mom told me that she cried a lot that night. I said why? Let me see, and wondered why I hadn’t pulled up my pants for so long.
I asked her how come you didn’t feel anything when you saw mine, and she said maybe I was a child. At that time she was still young, there are very few times when she would think about it, sometimes after looking at your seem to not think about it. I asked her the next day why she could not see that she had cried about it, or go with me to do farm work. She said I had made a fortune, she still had endless words with me, and I already knew that I was the greatest achievement of her life. Perhaps knowing that I had been admitted to the university, the vitality of life was stimulated, and the desire for sex was even more aroused. At that time in the countryside, you either couldn’t stimulate sexual desire, or you had to wait until you got married to make it less repressed. Like me, the aroused sexual desire would naturally focus on mom. Mom’s pubic hair and bulging pussy always surfaced, and I had semen that night.
The next day, when she was doing laundry, she was saying again that I shouldn’t be imagining things, saying that mom was getting old, and that when you graduated from college and started a family you’d be able to bring up kids for you. At that point she was worried that she and I were going to have a bit of a thing, she just didn’t expect it to come so soon. That night, after my sister went to bed I walked into mom’s room. She was lying on her bed, and when she saw me come in she said, “Aren’t you going to sleep yet? I said I couldn’t sleep, so I sat down next to her bed. She said she was tired and wanted to go to sleep.
I then quickly climbed on top of her and said I wanted to. Mom tried hard to lift me off, but after a few minutes of tossing and turning was unable to do so. She then said firmly that it was incest and that she would be struck by lightning. I said no, it was superstition.
And used her hands to pick at her shorts, which she grabbed with her hands. And she didn’t make a lot of noise so the neighbors would find out. It was a stalemate, and I knew the shorts would not be peeled off.
I then reached in with one hand from the side of my pants and touched her pussy, and was trying to get in between the labia when she moved again, so my hand stopped at the vulva. This stalemate for a few minutes, mom said somberly, you do this to your father? He earns money for you to study, and you still give him a cuckold. Without your father’s money, can you live such a good life now? If you are so heartless, mom will give you. Said lost his voice and vaguely cried, my body under the mom trembling. By this time, the libido was gone, and the penis was soft, leaving the unprotected body, the whole body heavy back upstairs.
The next day, Mom went out to do farm work as usual. When she called me downstairs for lunch, I didn’t go downstairs. When she called me again for dinner, I didn’t eat either. I didn’t even dare to look at her when she brought me two eggs before going to bed. A few days later, the relationship with mom eased again, began to follow her to do some farm work. Later, I realized that I cried at night when I thought about it. Mom really liked me, and began to chat with me again at night, saying that whoever saw her said she was really lucky to have a successful son. When she worked outside, she became relaxed again. It wasn’t even a week out before I made love to Mom. That night was my family’s turn to water the field, and my sister accompanied her most of the time when I wasn’t home.
When I was in high school, going home was rare. If it happened, I was the one who accompanied Mom. There wasn’t really much to do, but Mom was a bit of a chicken and needed company. By the time the last house was watered, it was after 9:00 p.m. and everyone in the village had gone to bed. We watered the last house of the night anyway, half an hour before we went. I carried the shovel and Mom carried the raincoat so that she could have a place to sit during the watering.
When we got to my land, we put the rain tarp down in a clearing and told me to sit down while she went to get the gutters done. It used to be that way, and now that it was my turn to do the gutters, Mom had to follow me. In no time at all, we were sitting on the raincover, going over the gutter every half hour to see if there were any collapsed areas. At that time I looked at the stars in the sky, the breeze was blowing, and the bugs were chirping, so I thought it was a nice environment. Mom said she didn’t think the environment was nice, and I said she probably wasn’t in the mood to feel the environment. Then she chatted about the things she did when she was still married.
Since the rain tarp was so small, Mom and my thighs touched. Mom touched my thigh and said it had gotten a little cooler during the night, which is very comfortable in the summer. I also put my hand on mom’s thigh, felt cool, felt really good, but my hand did not dare to move. After a while my hand moved slightly on her thigh, Mom grabbed my hand with one and it was almost hard to move it. With that, the conversation went back to the night she climbed on top of her, and she said it broke her heart for days, thinking about what a heartless thing I was.
You’ve read so much, why are you so unreasonable? He said he’d find me a date in the county after I’d studied for two years, and he’d go back to the county to work after graduation.
As we talked, my cock got hard. I slammed Mom down and reached for her shorts. She was moving around a lot and was cursing me again. But finally managed to pull her pants down, with my cock up in her thighs, never able to get in. Mom unknowingly held my cock in her hand and inserted it into Mom’s cunt. Mom was lying flat on her back with her thighs spread, and I was on top of her. At that time, my mind was blank, it’s funny to say that I didn’t even know that my penis was moving back and forth in mom’s vagina. I was probably so excited that I soon ejaculated. When his penis was soft, mom said to get up. She took her pants and wiped my cock clean, then spread her thighs and wiped the cum that came out of her vagina.
Then sat down again and said with tears in her eyes that people know that we have incest, how can we live? What if your dad finds out? It took half an hour for her to calm down and say that she couldn’t do that again, saying that I wasn’t to blame for the incest, but that she herself was to blame. Later, when I had sex with mom, I asked her why she held my penis and inserted it at that time. She did not seem to mean to say you really have no conscience still ask this, she said that as soon as I received the notice, I thought of doing that with her, is to see me hold back too hard. You are a man of honor, but just this thing to do not do well.
For the next two days, Mom became cold to me and didn’t look at me. I had to stomp away from her, and the excitement was gone. On the third day, Dad came home and looked at himself with a deep sense of guilt and guilt.
Didn’t even raise his head during the meal. As we ate, Dad said that Mom had lost a lot of weight in the past few days, and that I should help her do more work too. I said okay, and Mom gave me some food and said with a smile that he still did a lot of work. That lightened my mood again. I did farm work with them after my nap, and I couldn’t see the shadow of my unhappiness with Mom again. Dad came home for only 3 days this time and left again, the night he left I tried to fondle her ass and she blocked it with her hand.
The night after Dad left, I went to bed upstairs alone. I was about to fall asleep when I noticed Mom lying beside me. I smoothed my hand over the outside of her shorts and touched her bottom, she later touched me and found a hard-on. She said she really missed me a little and took off her pants and tank top. I got my clothes off and climbed on, still mom had my cock in her pussy. Once it was in, Mom’s ass rocked from side to side and she was soon panting. I was excited too and soon ejaculated. It wasn’t long before I realized that Mom’s bottom was sticky lake and she said not to move. Mom’s hands were on my back and I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. Mom said don’t cry, it’s like that anyway. Just chatting, with my soft cock still in Mom’s pussy. When I asked her if she would even agree to me touching her last night.
She said Dad had slept with her the night before, so of course she couldn’t sleep with me last night. As soon as I heard her say she had sex with Dad, my penis got hard in her vagina. Mom said how can it get hard in there? I said I didn’t know.
Mom said don’t be afraid now, don’t be in too much of a hurry. Then she lifted and lowered my ass with her hands and after a few times I knew I was in and out of Mom’s pussy.
Mom’s hands were right on my waist, and soon her breathing became labored, but it wasn’t a grunt. Grunting was something I learned later when I got married and made love to my wife. When I moved with my cock in Mom’s pussy, her ass rocked from side to side. Suddenly, her mouth kissed mine and she bit my tongue with yah, her whole body moving and tightening. Then, gasping for breath, her whole body went limp. My tongue was still a little sore, so I said how Mom had bitten my tongue. Mom said nothing and held me tight. Then asked me if yours was still soft, and I said not yet. She said don’t hold it in, it’s going to kill your body. Mom said her bottom was too sticky and took her shorts and put them on.
I was thrusting in and out of mom’s vagina again, soon, mom “ah”, her mouth kissed my mouth, she bit my tongue with ah, the whole body is motionless, tense, this time I ejaculated. Mom seemed to fall asleep, her whole body was soft. When my penis was soft, mom seemed to have slowed down and said come down, the pressure made her tired. I just lay on my side next to her and just tried to touch her lower back, she said it was better not to touch it, her hands weren’t clean. So with one hand I touched mom’s breasts, the nipples were bigger and hard. It hadn’t even been half an hour and I was hard again. I put my penis on mom’s hand and she was surprised and said how can I still get hard? In the end is still young, in the future you have to pay attention to your body. After saying this, I lay flat on my back and spread my thighs I climbed on my mom’s body again and did it again.
This time it was done for probably over 20 minutes, most of the time thrusting in and out with mostly force.
Mom didn’t bite me this time, and after cumming she lay down next to her and fell asleep at some point.
By the time I woke up it was lunch the next day, and when I saw Mom, happiness flowed from her eyes. The memory of this lovemaking is very deep, and when I think about it now, I remember all the details of lovemaking clearly. For the next half a month or so, we did it every other day for one night, and twice every night. Mom told me her thigh roots were sore. It was the craziest period of sex I’ve ever had in my life (the other time came shortly after sex with my wife). I leave for school in a week. Dad was coming home in two days. I was having sex with mom again that night and she seemed more excited. And said some horny things about how hard yours is and how you can do it for so long in one sitting at such a young age.
The second time we had sex, my cock wasn’t hard yet, so she told me to climb up and take my flaccid cock in my hand and run it back and forth over the opening of mom’s pussy, and it got hard very quickly. She said look at how hard it got so fast, so she inserted it.
Having sex with Mom during this time made me realize that having sex with someone I love is a very good thing. After we did it this time, mom said that we should drink less in the future, if we get drunk and tell the truth, it will be a big deal. I said I wouldn’t.
The night Dad came home, I went upstairs after dinner and Mom never came over that night. I also knew Mom and Dad were going to have sex that night. I didn’t feel anything else in my heart, I felt empty. The next day when no one was around, Mom saw that I was depressed. When no one was around, she said to me, “You were in the same room with your dad last night and you’re just like this, you’re really no good, that’s your dad. When I looked at her, she was angry, and after she said that, the subtle emotion was gone.
There were no more mom and dad appearing to resist themselves when they had sex.
The university was in a provincial town 500 miles away, and on the first day of school an uncle from the same clan in the village invited our family for lunch. After lunch Mom said that she and I would go home and clean up the center while Dad and my sister remained there for dinner. As soon as we got home, Mom and I went upstairs to my room. Each undressed and lay on the bed. I was tempted to peel back Mom’s thighs and look at the vagina, she didn’t agree, but instead clamped her legs tight, so I had to lie back down next to Mom. She said to come if you want to, there’s still a lot to do.
It was the same old sex routine, either me thrusting in and out or Mom rocking her ass from side to side. Soon came biting my tongue, which I later learned was her orgasm. Since she hadn’t ejaculated yet, she did it one more time, she bit my tongue again, and then I ejaculated too. After sex, mom rested for a while, looking more energetic. Then it was time to start packing up, and when I was almost busy, I caressed Mom’s ass again. Mom said you want it again and went to my room again. With just my pants off, I climbed on top of Mom. She kept saying it was getting late, do it quickly, worry about them coming back. She was really right, just after cumming, I heard my little sister shouting at the door to go to the same clan uncle’s house for dinner. Mom hurriedly sat up, semen are flowing to the bed, can not wipe the lower body to put on pants.
The next day, in tears and amidst the laughter of loved ones went off to college.