When it comes to my sister, I’m not really close to her, but I can’t say we’re not close either, because there’s such a big difference in our ages that we don’t have much to talk about with each other. When she was on vacation, she either went out shopping with her friends or hid in her room and talked to her boyfriend on the phone. I had never been in a relationship before, so it was hard for me to understand how the two of us could have so many things to talk about. But she really did talk to her boyfriend almost every day during the summer vacation.
But there was some kind of advantage to her talking on the phone in her room, which allowed me, with my hands already recovered, to feel my way into Mom’s room at night before going to bed, unbeknownst to Sis. Mom didn’t kick me back into my own room, but she was a little more careful when Sis was home, and almost never let me do anything out of line.
Out of naughtiness or some kind of revenge, I began to boldly molest mom with my mouth in front of my sister. I remember one time when the three of us were going out, while I was putting on my shoes, Sister looked at my feet and said, “You don’t look very tall, I didn’t realize they were so big.” I didn’t sneer back, instead I turned around and stared at mom’s breasts with my eyes and said, “Mom’s are the ones that are ‘big’!” But my unknown sister looked at Mom’s feet and said, “No way! They look just like mine.” I squeezed Mom’s eyes and said, “Hey, I’m sure Mom’s are bigger than yours.”
Mom pretended to be fine throughout, but when Sis walked out the door, she pinched me hard and gave me a glare when she passed me. This kind of drama went on from time to time until Sis went back to the school dormitory.
After my sister returned, the days returned to normal, and I continued to harass her at night while sleeping in the same bed with my mom. Sometimes Mom would roll over and tell me to stop fooling around, but other times she seemed completely unconcerned and was still talking and laughing with me the next morning.
One day, I deliberately greeted Mom, who had just returned home, with the kind of lover’s embrace I learned from the movies, wrapping my healed left hand and my right hand, which had just had its cast removed, around her body and letting my breasts press against Mom’s plump breasts. Mom didn’t struggle much because I had just had my cast removed, and more importantly she wasn’t angry, she just said, “Don’t hold me so tight, mom can’t breathe.”
From that time on, apart from the harassment at bedtime, I started to eat Mom’s tofu one by one. During the remaining two years of junior high school, when mom was in a bad mood or in a very good mood, she would kiss me on the forehead and let me kiss her on the cheek; I found that if I kissed or hugged her when she was sulking, it would ease her mind a lot.
When I was in my first year of high school, my mom and I did a big cleaning together, and she happily gave me a kiss afterwards. As usual, I would have kissed her on the cheek, but I kissed my mom on the lips, and she shuddered, glared at me, and then said, “Damn kid, how dare you eat your mom’s tofu.” After that she walked away, and this time she didn’t really look upset.
As I said before, since junior high school, in order to comfort mom, I have always slept in her bed, this habit will be interrupted except in the sister home for the summer and winter vacations, usually it is unobstructed; Moreover, sometimes mom will let me cuddle with her to sleep, and even let me kiss her neck or tickle her when she’s happy, so I understand that mom in fact, did not stand it at all, or to drive me back to my own room meaning.
As for the harassment of Mom’s colorfulness, it became bolder and bolder with those ineffective warnings from her. I remember a couple of nights, after Mom fell asleep, I would sneak my hands on her breasts, gently holding them, or sometimes placing them on the small of her back. Only once of those times did Mom wake up, she removed my hands from her breasts, turned around and knocked me on the head and went back to sleep.
After a few days I started to do the same thing again, but mom no longer had any reaction, so I was more daring, in addition to caressing mom’s body, I tried to take advantage of her sleeping to put my penis through the panties on her buttocks gently rubbing; sometimes if I was not satisfied after touching her, I would secretly jerk off under the blanket, while smelling mom’s hair and fiddling with it, and only when I wanted to ejaculate to rush to the restroom.
So then when I went to bed, I often liked to touch around on Mom, sometimes deliberately touching sensitive parts like her breasts or pussy to see how she reacted. Sometimes she would roll over and pinch me a little, sometimes scold me a little, or sometimes ignore me at all. The only exception was whenever she told me in all seriousness that she was tired and really wanted to go to sleep, and that’s when I would obediently retract my rookie claws. I found that as long as I was well-behaved in every way that day, my mom was very tolerant of me when I went to bed at night.
Mom lost herself in my clutches over time, except for not letting me take off her panties. I grew bold enough to remove my own pajama bottoms and panties under the blankets before I started harassing Mom. Starting with holding her breasts, I was able to unbutton her nightgown, and after a few weeks I was able to reach inside and fondle Mom’s bra-less breasts.
After touching my breasts wasn’t exciting, I tried to reach down and touch Mom’s lower body. That night, just as my hand was about to go inside Mom’s panties, Mom pulled my hand out of her pajama pants. Incidentally, the pajamas Mom bought were of a very conservative style, except for plaid or polka dots, they were all two-piece, usually with lapels and buttons on the top half. It was only after I suggested it that she switched to other styles.
Once after I had undone Mom’s nightgown, I tried to take off her pajama pants, only to pull them down below her hips, when Mom suddenly turned around, lifted the towel cover, and swept a glance at my erect penis through the very faint night light, and said to me, “What do you want to do with yourself after you’ve stripped yourself naked and then try to strip your mother naked?” I was at a bit of a loss for words, my eyes staring at Mom’s semi-naked breasts, and all I could think about was how excited I was to hear her say that.
When Mom saw that I didn’t say anything, she went back to lying on her side with her back to me. I sneaked up on her and suddenly hugged her again, Mom seemed startled but then calmed down. I just instinctively started rubbing my erect dick against Mom’s ass, but I didn’t expect Mom to turn around and become prone on the bed, so I thought she didn’t want me to do it.
But after playing “five to beat one” for a while, I felt very bored, and I don’t know where I got the courage to look at Mom, who was still lying down, I stood up with my knees on either side of Mom’s body, and leaned down and gently pressed myself against Mom’s back. I looked at mom’s eyes closed tightly, without any expression on her side face, I put my hard penis between mom’s groin and gently rubbed it, through the cotton pajama pants and panties, I could still feel the body temperature and softness from mom’s buttocks.
I was very excited but cautious, wondering if Mom would suddenly get angry, and with that powerful excitement I ejaculated, making a sticky mess between Mom and me. After about half a minute, Mom got up a little, and I got off her back, and Mom drew some Kleenex from the bed and wiped her back, and then threw some more Kleenex at me and got up to go to the bathroom.
After cumming and calming down, I experienced mixed feelings inside, a little satisfaction, a touch of shame, and some regret. Mom didn’t take long to come out of the bathroom, following and telling me to go wash up too then get to bed quickly.
The next morning, I stole a glance at Mom every now and then and realized that she was just as she usually was, there was nothing strange on her face, but instead I was a little embarrassed when our eyes met. Later I realized that my shame was due to the fact that I had misbehaved with her purely out of sexual desire, so after that, when love and lust were intertwined together or even when there was more love than lust, there was no more feeling of shame.
After that experience, Mom let me know with a couple of refusals that the only time I could interact with her that intimately was on weekend nights, and the rest of the time I had to be good and go to bed. Except that in each of the next intimacies, I was able to strip her down to just a pair of panties, and then she would voluntarily roll over so that I could lie naked on her back, rubbing my erect member between her buttocks through the different colors of cotton panties until I ejaculated.
In this way, my mother allowed me to use her body to vent my adolescent angst and schoolwork stress. To this day, I admire my mother because she never used her body to threaten or urge me to do my homework; she kept the behavior between us in the realm of an intimate mother-son game.
Except for one final exam where I made it into the top five in the class, you know, although I was in the front section of the class at the time, I was actually so qualified that barely squeezing into the fifteenth percentile of the class was already the limit of my brain power. Mom also knows this, so when I came home to show off when she was very happy, she asked me why I improved so much, I said off the top of my head that it was all for her.
She was so touched that she took the initiative to hug and kiss me once. That hug and kiss was full of affection and motherly love, but as a junior high school student, there were only spermatozoa in my head in addition to textbooks, so when she was about to let go of me, I hugged her back and asked her what reward she had. After she broke away from my unsuspecting embrace, she knocked me on the head and said, “Reward you for growing a needle’s eye, you horny bastard!”
Later that weekend night during the intimate mother-son time, I had just finished removing Mom’s pajama pants and was about to straddle her body when Mom suddenly rolled over and lay on her back, then looked at me and closed her eyes again. Once again I realized how powerful women can be, they can let their men know what they mean with just one look.
With that look, I know mom is to allow me and her “head on”. I carefully ambushed her body, penis first contact with mom’s belly, two hands leaning on mom’s shoulders, involuntarily kissed mom’s lips, mom did not flash and did not avoid, let me kissed like that.
Almost at the same time, I slowly pushed up. To be honest, Mom’s belly didn’t give me as much pleasure as her hips, which were more “enveloping” after all, but what made me almost cum was the way Mom’s hands rested lightly on my waist, which gave me the illusion that I was actually having sex with her.
I ejaculated three times that night on Mom’s belly and pubic bone, and on the third time I finally overcame the intense psychological pleasure a little, taking my time to enjoy Mom’s lower abdomen while admiring the tantalizingly unattractive Mom underneath me as she moved.
After not long, when I couldn’t help but kiss mom again, I didn’t expect mom’s lips to open lightly, a wet and silky tongue crossed over, I almost instinctively reacted immediately opened my mouth, and used my own tongue to meet up with it, only I didn’t expect the pleasure of tongue kissing with mom to be so violent that I didn’t shoot out in a few moments.
Extraordinarily tired after cumming, I rolled off of Mom and lay on my back on the bed. Mom got up and looked at me for a moment, and after seeing a satisfied and exhausted smile on my face, she pulled a couple of wet wipes from the bed, cleaned me up a little and let me go ahead and take a shower.
Mom said that the first time she made out with her son face-to-face brought her a great psychological impact, although I did not let me enter her body, but that face-to-face position in mom’s mind and really make love is not much different. As I moved, she experienced the excitement of breaking the traditional taboos and the sweetness of male-female love, but also tasted a hint of regret from pure motherly love; although her eyes were closed, she could feel my hot gaze.
In this way, Mom suffered me, while savoring the complexity of her feelings. It was these mixed feelings that caused her to uncharacteristically send me to the bathroom first, while she began to “self-soothe” herself upon hearing the sound of the shower water. Her rapid and violent orgasm startled her, but she lied to herself that she had repressed it for too long, and temporarily denied the love that transcended affection.
Despite the new ways with Mom, she didn’t always let me make out with her face to face like that, and would only let me cum once. She said it was mainly because it wasn’t very comfortable to have a hard-on in my belly, and since that day was the first time I’d ever done that with her, she let me have a good time.
To the third time she knew I would be longer, but she did not want to let me so long, so make out the tongue kissing that trick, just did not expect just a few seconds I could not help but ejaculate. In the future, whenever the two recalled, she still can not help but take the opportunity to tease me a little.
Although in a narrow sense, I didn’t really have sex with Mom, our little secret games like this were beyond the realm of intimacy between most mothers and sons. Except that even if she was in a good mood, or if I acted outstandingly, Mom never let me take off her panties, and no matter how much I begged, she could always gently but firmly refuse my further requests.
Maybe I just couldn’t bring myself to force her or say anything that would upset her! After all, the impression of Mom crying loudly in my arms at that time really gave me palpitations, coupled with the fact that at that time I was at best a perverted sex child, and Mom was just my curiosity about “sex” and dragged down the object of study, but I never thought of forcing her, not to mention to rape her.
I had sworn I would never break her heart again, so then I didn’t continue to test Mom, resigned myself to what she could give me at that point, accepting that that was Mom’s bottom line.
But apart from mom “helping” me, I did succeed in “helping” mom. It was my birthday, and Mom was so cooperative that after I came twice on her back and once in front of her, it occurred to me that that day was also a “mother’s day”, so I was determined to make Mom as comfortable as I was that night.
Just as Mom was about to get up to go to the bathroom, I hugged Mom and wrenched her back to the bed again, she smiled underneath me and asked if I wasn’t satisfied yet. I didn’t answer her, I just kissed her tenderly. Mom seemed to feel my love, her narrowed eyes radiating tenderness from time to time.
After my lips parted, I whispered in her ear thanking her for everything she had done for me, Mom’s eyes seemed to have water flowing in them then. I moved her on top of me letting her bend over me in my arms and begged her to grant me one request which would not involve removing her panties.
Just in case she didn’t agree, I didn’t wait for her to say anything, but one of my hands already went behind her back and into her panties, taking up half of Mom’s pussy along her pink ass cheeks. I just didn’t expect to hear from my ears actually came mom “card” a light laugh, I realized that mom from the beginning did not have any resistance.
I further told her that she didn’t have to do anything, just enjoy herself. I felt her give a slight nod and I hugged her tightly in excitement, then I adjusted my position so that I was first leaning against the head of the bed, and then I had Mom turn around so that she was sitting between my legs, with her back in my arms. I examined the side of Mom’s face from behind, and by then her eyes were closed and she basically seemed quite composed, except for that hint of shyness.