※Preface that you’ll regret if you don’t read it*
I am not the author of this story.
Last summer, I bought a house somewhere on the West Coast. The owner of the house had long since moved out of the country, and the real estate company took care of everything. Soon after I moved in, I was cleaning out the basement and found a cardboard box with a scrawled message in Chinese that said “old books and newspapers, burn”, probably because the original owner had intended to get rid of them when he moved out, but had forgotten in his haste. I couldn’t bring myself to use the immaculately clean fireplace for this purpose, so I put the contents of the box into paper bags and let the recycling truck take them away. The manuscript of this story was wedged in an old magazine.
The person who wrote the story obviously had no textual training, but some of the episodes are worth reading, and the author seems to have paid a lot of attention to the credibility of the details. To tell you the truth, after reading the manuscript, I once went to the municipal archives to look up the old owner of the house. It turned out to be a complete mismatch with the characters in the story. I concluded from this that the story was fictionalized and that putting it on the internet would not compromise anyone’s privacy.
The original manuscript did not have a title; the major and minor headings that readers will see were added by me to make it easier to get online in segments. This story is about a love affair between a mother and her son. If you decide to read on, suffer the consequences.
What is Love (I) Freud
When I was fifteen years old, I entered a university with the third highest overall score in science and engineering in the city. Three years later, I graduated from the university, recommended by an American professor, to the east coast of the United States, a famous school to read a doctoral degree. Soon after I came to the United States, I met an American girl, Kelly, at a friend’s party. Kelly is nine years older than me, in a nearby university psychology department as a graduate student. Kerri has a strong sex drive and has to have sex every day. This is the first taste of forbidden fruit I, naturally, is a good thing.
Kylie’s attitude towards our relationship was very pragmatic: we were going to break up sooner or later because of the age difference, and she just wanted us to be in love now and remain trusted friends in the future. She took me to two swingingparties, and each time she tried her best to set me up with girls around my age. She said I should try some young pussies because I would eventually find someone my own age to be my wife.
The first time, we met a couple of youths, the man twenty-six and the woman twenty-one. We got together a total of three times. The woman’s name was Penny, and she was beautiful and devoted in bed. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy my time with her. But every time I finished, I always felt that I didn’t have the same kind of psychological fulfillment as I did after Kerri. Kelly heard a laugh, said I eighty percent is in love with her (in love with her), so more to let me more then young girls.
The second time, Kerri kept looking for a “tender” for me, but when she saw my no-holds-barred attitude, she had to stop. Just as we were about to leave, Kerri pulled me aside and told me that there was a man who was very desirable. She said that the couple was 40 years old and that I definitely wouldn’t be interested, but the wife agreed that the husband alone was “intimate” with Kerri and wondered if I cared. I looked in the direction Kerri was pointing, and saw a lovely middle-aged couple who were also looking at us. My heart fluttered, and I told Kerri that I didn’t care, but that I would like to be close to that lady too. Kelly froze for a moment, smiled thoughtfully, and dragged me over to the couple, saying that we would like to switch partners with them. The wife, Eva, froze for a few seconds like Kerri, then gave me a slightly shy look and nodded at her husband.
The four of us rented two rooms at a nearby hotel (at the suggestion of the couple, who also paid).
Once I was alone in the room with Eva, I found myself very nervous and shaking slightly. Eva was also a little uncomfortable, but thankfully knew how to break the awkwardness. She said it was their first time and that her husband had suggested it. She also said that she understood if I thought she was too old to be interested, and that we didn’t have to be pushy, and that it would be nice to just talk for a while as friends.
I got up the courage to say that I found her charming and wished we were more than just friends, Eva laughed softly and said she liked me too. I walked over to her and kissed her as I undressed her. Eva closed her eyes and didn’t move a muscle, letting me remove her long skirt, bra, and panties one by one. In the blink of an eye, she was naked. Her skin wasn’t as smooth as a young woman’s, and she looked thicker in the waist and thicker in the hips compared to Kelly and Penny, but she had the unique charm and richness of a middle-aged woman. I felt my whole body rising with heat and excitement, so I threw the warmth aside, wrapped one hand around her waist, and reached between her legs to fondle her pussy while taking one of her nipples in my mouth.
She moaned softly and whispered, “There’s no need to rush, my body is all yours.”
I helped her lie down on the bed and spread her legs, my eyes sliding from her breasts to her thick pubic hair and open pussy.
While Eva’s skin was white, her labia majora were dark, brown and full of pubic hair. I couldn’t wait to crouch down and my nostrils immediately filled with the slightly fishy odor that is characteristic of pussy. I began to lick Eva’s pussy. Her clit was so big that I took it in my mouth and sucked on it while rubbing it with the tip of my tongue, and in less than a minute she was “coming” (come).
She hissed and asked me to Her, I undressed in three tries and shoved the head of my rising purple and glistening cock into the mouth of her cunt. My first impression was that her cunt was no looser than Kelly’s, and because her ass and thighs were fuller than Kelly’s, it in turn gave me an indescribable feeling of fullness and satisfaction that was distractingly exciting.
That day, I raped Eva three times in an hour or so. She joked afterward that being gang-raped was just like that. I was secretly amazed at my own sexual appetite. With my active promotion, the four of us swapped partners at least once a week for more than two months.
One day, Kerri said, half-jokingly and half-seriously, that she couldn’t figure out whether my current girlfriend was her or Eva, and I realized that I was really sorry for Kerri. Looking at my embarrassed expression, Kerri first said mischievously that now she was more convinced that we would break up, but not because her was not young enough, but not old enough. Then she seriously asked me if I wanted to hear her analysis of me. Feeling both guilty and curious, I nodded.
Kelly said that my lack of interest in Penny, who was my age, but my fascination with Eva, who was over twenty years older than me, could be viewed in psychology as an Oedipal complex. According to Freud’s theory, all men have it and it’s not worth making a fuss about. But I should have known that men’s obsession with women of their mother’s generation is not the mainstream of contemporary society. She said she knew I was intellectually gifted, and people with high intelligence often aspire to success and recognition by mainstream society as well. But non-mainstream sexual behavior is often a barrier to entry into mainstream society. I nodded in agreement as Kerri’s analysis went head over heels. She went on to say that her comments were not out of jealousy of my infatuation with Eva, but rather a desire for me to understand the pros and cons involved.
“Sometimes it’s so deep in that you can’t see what’s going on around you.” She chuckled.
I was grateful to Kerri and determined to forget about Eva. After that, we also stopped going to the even-swapping parties. At the beginning of my first summer vacation, I got a letter from my mom saying that my dad had died after two days of resuscitation after suffering a sudden myocardial infarction without any prior warning. I was so sad that I couldn’t eat or drink, and thankfully Kerri helped me through the first few weeks. After I calmed down, I decided to pick up my mom and come live in the US for a while. Having me around and not being able to see old things might help ease her mind of this sudden misfortune. Kerri thought it was a good idea too. The passport and visa went smoothly. In mid-August, I picked my mom up from the international airport and brought her back to the one bedroom graduate student apartment I had just applied for.
Mom looked much thinner and her eyes looked tired, but her happiness when she saw me made me feel like I had done something for her for the first time in my life. I had arranged for mom to have the bedroom and me to have the guest hear. She disagreed, saying that I was old enough to have my own bedroom and that her guest room would be enough. School started soon, and the good thing was that fixing classes was a family affair for me, so I was able to take some time out of my day to talk to my mom. I had never talked to my mom so much before. Slowly, we became good friends who talked, and Mom’s mood improved significantly, regaining her old humor, laughing more and more, and looking much rosier than when she first arrived.
My own mood has also changed a bit. No matter what I encountered at school, as long as I thought of my mom, my mood would rise inexplicably. When I came home, I seemed to have a lot to say to my mom.
Seeing her happy and laughing creates a sweetness in my heart that I’ve never felt before. During this period, Kerri and I socialized less. With my mom around, I was too embarrassed to get too close to her, but I didn’t want to go to Kylie’s place and leave my mom all alone. The good thing was that Kerri didn’t seem upset. She said she’s been busy with school lately, and for some reason her sex drive seems to have decreased since that conversation we had about Eva.
“Probably I don’t want to get too deep in my own. Besides, cucumbers and sausages work when you’re not around.” She chuckled.
My birthday was in October. That morning, my mom said she was going to fry up some nice dishes for dinner to celebrate. I got home early in the afternoon to see my mom in the kitchen singing softly while washing dishes, not hearing me come in the door. I looked at her back and naturally remembered what I had heard from her over the past month or so. Mom came from a southwestern ethnic minority that could sing and dance well (which I had known for a long time), was selected to study at the Ethnic College at the age of seventeen, married my father at eighteen, and gave birth to me at less than nineteen. According to her, if she hadn’t been an ethnic minority, she would have been expelled nine times out of ten for getting pregnant while attending school. After graduating from college, she continued her studies at a local art school and stayed on afterward to teach dance. Now she is not yet thirty-eight years old, but some of her students are already famous dancers… Just as she was thinking about this, mom turned around and saw me. “Lei you startled me! Look at you, what are you standing at the door for?” After saying that, she smiled sweetly at me and continued washing the dishes.
I’ve watched my mom smile countless times since I can remember, but today is the first time I’ve noticed how beautiful she is! Maybe I’ve never looked at my mom the way a man looks at a woman before. Mom has more charm than any woman I’ve ever seen, including middle-aged women. Look at Eva, she doesn’t speak with Mom’s humor, her eyebrows aren’t as pretty as Mom’s, her skin isn’t as smooth as Mom’s, her waist isn’t as slim as Mom’s, and her pussy certainly isn’t as… I was suddenly shocked back to reality by my own thoughts.
The reality was even more overwhelming: my cock was as hard as an iron bar.
I was thankful that my mom was turning her back on me and immediately walked quickly into the bedroom, my heart pounding and my face burning. I began to muse over and over that I hadn’t seen Callie in weeks and it was time to go make out with her. I forced myself to think about Callie, her sluttiness in bed, her pink pussy with blonde curly hair, but suddenly I realized that the Callie whose pussy was fluttering open and shut had turned into my mom. Honestly, I was so shocked by myself that I thought I must be crazy.
I rushed into the restroom, washed my face with cool water, and found that I could still think. I decided to soften that rising, aching cock first. I thought about Kerri and Eva as I rimmed it, but mom’s shadow kept drifting over to replace them. By the end of the day, I gave up trying altogether and mentally licked the pussy that grew between mom’s legs and ejaculated. Needless to say, dinner that day was not at all festive. The guilt, the overwhelm, and the lust in my body kept me from looking at my mom, and I didn’t have the heart to talk. When mom saw me wilting and flushed, she thought I was sick and kept asking me what was wrong. I vaguely perfunctorily dismissed it with a headache, hurriedly ate a few bites, and returned to the bedroom, closing the door behind me.
That night, I kept dreaming, the content of which you can guess without saying. In the days that followed, I excused myself as busy with my homework, left the house early, returned only at the light of day, and promptly locked myself in my bedroom. My mom inquired several times, but I rudely interrupted.
One morning, when I was about to go out, my mother stopped me and said, “Xiaolei, I can see that you have something on your mind. If you tell me, I may be able to help you out. Maybe I have lived here too long, you feel uncomfortable or inconvenient.
Then you tell me too. I’m your mom. I’m relieved that you’re well. There’s also a lot of things waiting for me to do back home…”
“Mom, don’t be ridiculous. I’m really busy with homework.” I interrupted her and fled from the house.
But my mom’s words made me realize that this is not the way to go. Not only was I fainting all day, but mom was having a very hard time. In any case, I didn’t want to put her through that. I decided to listen to Kerri’s advice.
It’s hard to tell this kind of thing to someone else, but I stammered out the whole story to Kerri, because I had no choice. Kerri listened quietly, thought for a moment, and asked tentatively, “Maybe we can call Eva and the girls. Do you think it would work?” I shook my head.
She looked me in the eyes and slowly said, “I may be able to help you, but it depends on how you answer my next question. So I want you to answer truthfully.” I nodded.
“Do you just want to fuck your mom, or are you in love with her?” She asked. It’s a question I’ve asked myself a million times. “Both.” I said.
Kelly gave me a serious look, and sat quietly for several minutes before she sighed softly, “Alas, poor little baby, you really are in love with your mom.” She took a breath and said, “In that case, I’ll speak my mind as a friend and a psychologist. If you really love your mom, I think you should find a way to tell her what’s on your mind. There are so many things that once you tell them, the burden in your mind will be much less. As for the results of telling her, there are only two. If she does not agree, you know that this way does not work, dead heart, the knot will be untied. She loves you and will always understand. I can go and explain it to you if I have to. If she agrees, your knot is gone. As long as you’re careful and don’t let anyone else know, you can love as much as you want.”
She paused and asked, “Have you thought about the psychological consequences of incest? Even if you get what you want, the guilt may stay with you for the rest of your life.”
“I’m guilty as hell right now. But the more I think about it, the less I realize what was wrong. Mom and I are both adults. If we don’t hurt people, why can’t we love each other? This society used to not accept homosexuality, but isn’t it starting to?” I spit out the words I’d been thinking about all week like an argument.
“You just have to figure it out,” Kerri said, “but you have to realize that current American law doesn’t allow for incest, and I’m coming up with ideas for you right now because I believe in you as a person. In addition, as a friend, I would like to add one more thing. If you really love your mom, you naturally don’t want to hurt her feelings. I think you should start by giving her little signals that she is aware of your feelings. If she is not interested in you sexually at all, she will definitely tell you in a polite way. You should then know better. But at least when you tell her openly, she’s somewhat prepared and won’t be suddenly hurt. Besides, giving small signals first can also increase your chances of success, because women like men to offer . Maybe she’ll fall in love with you.”
I admired Kelly, the mood is better, can not help but kiss her. She laughed and avoided it, saying: “Women don’t like men who are not devoted to their love. And I tried all kinds of sausages, finally picked my next boyfriend, size and hardness are not worse than you!”
She narrowed her smile and then said: “Lei, I think our sexual relationship ends today. But I hope we will always be close friends. If you have something on your mind, you can come to me.” After hesitating for a few seconds, she added, “I hope with all my heart that you and your mother get what you want… but if you want, we can make out one more time.”
I hesitated. Kelly had been so nice to me, I shouldn’t have turned her down; and I did need to let off some steam after a long time. But then I remembered my mom, and how sweet it was when I was with her. I smiled apologetically at Kelly and shook my head. The thought that we would never be as close as we once were raised a wave of frustrated emotion in me.
I got home late and my mom was still waiting for me. She let out a long breath when she saw me return. I still felt embarrassed to look her in the eye, but I didn’t feel as guilty or overwhelmed as I had earlier. “How can I tell my mom what’s on my mind and not have her get hurt?” I asked myself.
What is Love (II) The Pain of Lost Love
Love is amazing! To be fair, when I was dating Kelly, it was very satisfying both emotionally and in bed. But that was a far cry from the feelings I had for my mom. I grew up to nineteen years old, never so adored a woman: mom’s knit brows smile, every move in my eyes have a kind of let my heart touching beauty. Of course, my mom was naturally beautiful, and with her years of dance training, she had a charming physique and demeanor. But Kerri and Eva were both good looking, not to mention Penny. The difference was that I appreciated their looks out of an objective standard, and my appreciation of them was often driven by reason. For example, when I complimented the curves of Penny’s body while kissing her nipples, I felt it was something I should say, even though I meant what I said. But I adore my mom through and through, and adore her not just for her looks and her body, but for who she is as a person, for everything about her. When I praise my mom’s beauty, grace, and size, my words come from my heart and flow naturally from my mouth without thought.
The first few times she heard my compliments, she was very embarrassed. I told her that it was a very natural thing to do in America, that a woman’s beauty was a gift from the Creator to a man, and that putting good feelings out there could only make the world a better place.
One time, my mom wore a dress I had never seen before, which framed the curves of her body perfectly. When she heard my compliment, she suddenly smiled and said that according to Chinese custom, this was when she should be modest. But even in China, she had never heard anyone claim to be ugly.
“What am I supposed to say at this point?” She asked with a smile.
“Just say thank you.” I replied.
Mom put her smile away and looked at me with a stern face and said thank you, then couldn’t help but laugh. I was amused by her as well. After laughing for a while, mom gasped and said that she had never been so un-humble since she came to the city to go to college, but it felt very good to be un-humble, “Thank you, Xiao Lei.” Looking at her happy face, I felt the sensation of being drunk.
I also found that I would do anything for my mom. To tell you the truth, I hated doing chores and when I was living on my own, I always tried to minimize them. But now, not only do I do her chores willingly, but I can’t wait to do everything for her. (This subconscious “sucking up” to my mom led to a noteworthy incident, which I’ll talk about below.) When I first started to help my mom with the housework, she disagreed, saying that my job was to read and not to worry about anything else. I replied that firstly, if she didn’t come to America, I would have to do it myself anyway, secondly, reading is the easiest thing in the world for me, and it would be good for me to do something else for a change of mind, thirdly, I wanted her to come to America to spend a few days in a comfortable life, not to serve as a mom for me, and fourthly, it’s only natural that a man would serve for a beautiful woman like her. She couldn’t beat me and agreed with a smile.
The change that surprised me the most was my attitude towards sex. When I was dating Kelly, I was still interested in other women, even though we were together every day. Since I fell in love with my mom, other women suddenly lost their attraction to me, as if my mom was the only woman in the world and everyone else was neutral. Not only that, but even my interest in my mom was not always connected to sexual desire as it was at first. Most of the time, when I think of my mom, my heart is filled with that kind of sweet feeling.
At one point, it actually occurred to me that this feeling, which I had never experienced before, was more intense than the pleasure of ejaculation. My lust was still there though, with love, lust seemed secondary, but still needed to be released from time to time. Every week or two, I went to bed early in the evening, turned off the light, closed my eyes, and lashed my rising, bruised cock while thinking about my mom’s body. At each of these times, I was dismayed to think that I couldn’t even imagine what my mom’s pussy looked like, since I had never seen a naked Asian woman before.
Before I knew it, it was winter vacation, and since school wasn’t in session for a month, I spent a lot of time talking to my mom and going to the store. One day I occasionally passed a video rental store and asked my mom if she wanted to borrow some Chinese movies.
Mom agreed. We went around the store and picked out two disks of movies made in Taiwan. Passing by the adult section, I remembered that I used to watch adult movies with Kerri, and my heart moved, I smiled and asked mom if she wanted to watch one with pornography, she was a bit hesitant, but nodded shyly.
Back home, I made dinner while mom watched the Mandarin movie, and by the time I had time to put the adult tape into the VCR, it was already seven o’clock in the evening. When mom saw that I wanted to watch it too, she hesitantly said, “Lei, if you want to watch it now, I’ll wait until tomorrow.”
I know that my mom is embarrassed to read with me, so I said: “Then you read it, I go to the bedroom to read.” I went into the bedroom, before closing the door to the mom made a face, laughing and said: “There are not understand the place to ask me, I’m an expert compared to you.”
“Not learning!” Mom said as she sat down on the couch in front of the TV.
After a bell, I walked into the guest listening. On the TV a man was crouching between a woman’s legs, sucking her off from bottom to top. Mom’s eyes were wide open, one hand over her half-open mouth, obviously finding the scene unbelievable. I brought her a glass of water and placed it on the tea and obediently sat down beside her. This time mom didn’t kick me out, probably because she couldn’t care less.
Ten minutes later, the movie was over, and mom let out a long breath. I asked cheekily, “How was it? Did it increase knowledge?”
Mom gave me a quick look, paused for a short while, and stammered, “Was that… was it true… that the man… gave… the woman… um…”
I had a sudden urge to play a prank, so I asked knowingly, “What are you asking whether it’s true or not?”
“It’s… the man… with his mouth…”
Perhaps it was the footage from the video that incited my lust, the explicit language rushed out, “Oh, you mean the guy licking the girl’s pussy.” Mom’s body froze for a few seconds and she nodded almost imperceptibly. Even in the light, I could see her face flush with shame.
I simply do not do anything, do not rest, control the thumping heart, pretending to continue to talk about the matter: “Of course it is true. Pussy licking is one of the main ways for men to help women reach orgasm. Some people have done surveys, pussy licked women, 99% of them love this experience.” (I’m not making this statistic up, by the way.)
Mom’s eyes looked at the TV, which had been turned off, and she asked in a low voice, “So… don’t men mind getting dirty?”
“Mom, cunts are a lot cleaner than mouths. Mouths are out all day, they eat everything, and most people don’t brush their teeth right after eating.” This time I was arguing seriously.
For several minutes in a row, the house is quiet only the sound of gasps, mom sat motionless, I did not know how to end this embarrassing situation. Finally mom stood up and said, “Me, go take out the trash.”
I ducked into my bedroom while my mom was out.
The next morning, my mom made breakfast as usual and went downstairs to do her morning exercises. Feeling a little guilty about the night before, I decided to do some chores before going to the office, both to reassure myself and to “flatter” her.
Mom, I naturally thought of doing laundry. There were some dirty clothes piled up in the restroom. I leaned over to get them and found that at the bottom was a pair of mom’s panties. I felt my heart geden, picked up the panties, and found that a small piece where my pussy was was wet, and a bright liquid could be faintly seen between the fibers, I put it in front of my nose, and immediately smelled a slutty smell of pussy. From my experience with Kelly, I knew that in all likelihood this was the lewd water that Mom had just shed after masturbating.
Most likely last night’s video had stirred up Mom’s libido, and she had hastily taken them off this morning after masturbating, intending to take them to the laundry room on the roof of the building to be washed when I left. I imagined Mom putting her hand in her panties and rubbing her pussy, and masturbated to the smell of her pussy. I decided that it would be better if I didn’t wash these clothes so that Mom wouldn’t be embarrassed.
When she came back from downstairs, I was having breakfast. She came out of the restroom, hesitated for a moment, and asked with a red face, “Lei, did you just use the restroom?” I saw her face and suddenly realized my stupidity. I forgot to put her panties back to the bottom of the dirty clothes! I just felt my mouth dry and thirsty, and my face burned. But it was plain as day, and there was no use in me not admitting it, so I just stared at the floor with both eyes and gave a little nod. Mom stood frozen for a moment, then shut herself in the bathroom.
For the next few days, my mom avoided me and ate very little. I was in a bad mood, cursing myself for a moment as the villain who had hurt my mom, and blaming myself for my carelessness. Of course, from time to time, I also thought of my mom’s pussy, and sometimes thought like a bystander, you love your mom, and in the end, it is not that you want to have sex with her.
Compared to your ultimate goal, what’s the point of sniffing her panties? Why are you still pretending to be innocent and blaming yourself for breaking her heart? Anyway, my mind was so confused that I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I was afraid that I might make a mistake in the experiment, so I called in sick.
One morning a few days later, I was absentmindedly reading a book on the couch when my mom walked into the guest listening and said she wanted to talk to me. “Lei, I haven’t seen Kylie in a while. Did you have a fight with her?”
“No fight, we’ve broken up, but we’re still friends.” I replied.
“Why? Is it because you feel inconvenienced by my presence?” Mom asked.
Apparently, mom thought I was interested in her panties because I didn’t have a girlfriend. I felt a little aggrieved, but my thoughts suddenly became clear. Kerri had said that sooner or later I would have to tell Mom what was on my mind. Since it had come to this, telling it now wasn’t a bad opportunity. I made up my mind, stared at the floor with both eyes, and slowly said.
“Not because it’s inconvenient, but because I have a beautiful and lovely woman in mind. That’s all I think about all day.”
My answer was probably out of my mom’s expectation. She was quiet for a few seconds and said softly, “Xiao Lei, no matter who you like, I’m happy for you. Don’t worry, I won’t be like some moms who pick on their son’s girlfriend.”
I saw my mom misunderstood again, and knew that if I went on like this, I would never be able to say anything. So I gritted my teeth, looked up at my mom and said, “Mom, this woman doesn’t know that I love her. She is a Chinese, nineteen years older than me.”
“Nineteen years older than you?” Mom’s eyes widened in surprise, “Then she’s the same age as me and could be your m…” Her voice suddenly broke, she knew who I was talking about.
For several minutes, I looked at my mom in disbelief, and she also looked at me in disbelief. Then she lowered her gaze and asked in a small voice, “Lei, I understand you, right?”
“Uh-huh.” I nodded. Although I still don’t know my mom’s attitude, what I have to say has finally been said, and the burden that I have been carrying for three or four months has finally been lifted. Mom’s face didn’t have a trace of expression, her eyes looked straight ahead, and she sat down on the couch like she was sleepwalking.
I don’t know how long it took, but mom said, “I’m tired, I want to rest in your bedroom for a while, don’t bother me, okay?” Without waiting for me to answer, she walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind her.
Mom didn’t come out of her bedroom for two days in a row. I was worried that she was sick, but I didn’t dare to alarm her, so I had to check on her while delivering the meal. Every time I went in, I saw her leaning motionless on the bed, with every grain of the previous meal sitting there.
The third morning, I put down the rice just about to go out, mom said: “Xiao Lei, I know you let me come to the United States is heartbroken me. This half year, we become very close, almost nothing to talk about,” mom like a self-deprecating light laugh, then said: “Xiaolei, I want to ask you a few things, I hope you answer me truthfully.”
I hmmmed.
“Lei, since when did you…”
“From the day of my birthday. You were washing the dishes, and you looked so beautiful…”
“Don’t you ever think about the fact that I’m your mom?” Mom interrupted me.
“Thought about it. To be honest, I was tormented by it at first, but I’ve since figured it out,”
I decided not to mention Kelly. I do what I do and I take responsibility for it, there’s no point in dragging anyone else into it. “You’re my mom, but you’re also a woman, and you need a man to love you too. I am a man, why can’t I love you? As long as you love me too, this is between the two of us as adults and has nothing to do with anyone else or society.”
“Lei, I love you, but this is a mom loving her child. Besides, have you thought about whether you have your dad in your heart when you have this kind of thoughts after your dad just died last year?”
“Of course I have. But can I ask you something?”
“Ask.” Mom said with an expressionless face.
“Mom, you’re only thirty-seven years old and you’re widowed, would dad be relieved if he knew in heaven? You’re so beautiful, there must be many people who want to marry you, but who do you think dad trusts more between me and those people?”
Mom was silent for a few minutes and said, “I don’t know where you picked up all this quackery, no wonder people say that the morals of American society are a mess. But even if we don’t talk about morals, you should look for a girl about the same age.”
“Mom, I love people, not ages! Why is it that so many men can love women twenty or more years younger than them, but not vice versa?”
Mom frowned, closed her eyes and said, “Xiao Lei, I can’t talk to you and I’m tired. You go out first.”
At noon, I saw my mom walk out of the bedroom, my heart thumped. Mom pulled me to sit on the sofa, looked me in the eyes, and said word for word, “Lei, I think I should go back.” My heart sank to the bottom. Mom then said: “Xiaolei, I am your mother, no matter what you said, I will not blame you. Besides, when you left home and went to college alone, you were not even fifteen years old, so it’s understandable that you can’t tell the difference between loving your mom and loving a woman. But now that you’ve grown up, you should realize that you don’t deserve everything you want. I’ve been in the U.S. for a long time, and I have a lot of things to do when I get back. If it’s convenient, can you book my plane ticket for two weeks from now?”
My head was white, my heart was so empty that I wanted to cry but couldn’t. Luckily, I was able to think that if you love your mom, you have to respect her wishes. I can’t tell you how I spent those ten days before my mom went back to China. Mom made me all kinds of my favorite food and kept joking around, trying to lift my mood. I tried to put on a smile from time to time so that mom wouldn’t be disappointed. But all I could think was: I’ll never get the person I love.
In front of the boarding gate at the airport, mom’s eyes were red. When it was time to part, she hugged me and whispered, “Xiaolei, go back to your country after graduation. Mom will help you find a good girl.”
What’s Love (III) Darkness
A month after my mom returned home, I received a letter from her. The whole letter was about what she did when she got back, except for asking me to take care of my health. I could tell that she didn’t want to talk about what she had done in the United States. At the end of the letter it said that the family was preparing to install a telephone. “In a month or two, we’ll be able to talk directly!” Mom writes.
One night in the middle of April, I was lying in bed reading an article when the phone rang. I picked up the phone and heard my mom’s voice: “Xiaolei, guess who it is?”
Mom sounded excited and asked a series of questions about whether the call was clear, how my health was, and how my schoolwork was going.
I wanted her to hang up and wait for me to call back. She said no, that she hadn’t used the money she had brought back from the States to pay for a couple of long distance calls. Mom added that in a few weeks it would be the anniversary of Dad’s death, and she was going to the cemetery, and asked me if there was anything I wanted to say to Dad that she would pass on for me. After thinking about it, I asked her to tell Dad that I would take good care of and protect Mom for the rest of my life, so that he could rest assured. Mom didn’t say anything for a while and when she spoke again it was as if she had just cried. I said it was time to hang up. Mom was still a little reluctant. I promised her that I would talk to her once a month from now on, and then joked that if she talked too long this time and used up all the dollars she had saved in one go, I would have to pay for all future calls, and that would be unfair. Mom laughed and agreed.
By mid-July, I felt from the phone that my mom was not in a good mood and was preoccupied. I asked her if something unpleasant had happened, and mom said it was nothing and that I didn’t need to worry about it, and then changed the subject by asking me if I had made a new girlfriend. Ever since mom went back to China, she has avoided this topic in her letters and phone calls. I usually try not to think about it because it makes me feel bad. This time mom asked, I can no longer hold back: “Mom, I have someone in my heart, do not want to go to make any new girlfriend.”
The phone was quiet for a while, then Mom’s voice came, “Xiao Lei, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought this up.”
Hanging up the phone, my heart was in turmoil. This conversation made me realize that my love for my mom hadn’t faded with time at all, and therefore the pain of that loss hadn’t lessened one bit. Not only that, but my intuition told me that my mom must have encountered something extremely unhappy. Mom is a very optimistic person, the same thing, other people can be angry with the smoke, to the mother here by her a joke on the resolution. Thinking about this, I remembered my promise to my dad to protect my mom for the rest of my life. Maybe I should go back and see her, I thought. I immediately booked my return ticket for mid-August. If mom’s mood didn’t improve by the next phone call, I’d fly right back.
This booked ticket was not used later for reasons I was not expecting at all.
August 10th was a Sunday (a day I’ll never forget) and I was sleeping when I was suddenly woken up by the phone ringing. It was my mom calling. I immediately had a bad feeling. It wasn’t the day of the call yet, and it was clear that I was the one who was supposed to call her last time. Mom asked if she was disturbing my sleep. She sounded a little nervous. I started cursing myself for not doing things right and why I had to wait until August when I had clearly planned to go back. I was about to ask my mom what was wrong, but she spoke first.
“Lei, I… I… I would like to come to the U.S. again… to visit you… is that okay?”
I thought I heard wrong: “Mom, you mean…”
“Uh-huh. But… if you don’t want me to…”
“Mom, of course I want you to come! I’ll send the letter inviting you to the U.S. today!” I was overjoyed, but still remembered the question that disturbed me the most: “Mom, what happened? Are you all right?”
Mom hurriedly said: “Look at you scared. I’m fine. Don’t worry.”
I knew that it was useless to ask any more questions, and it was imperative that my mom leave that environment as soon as possible. In the following days, I looked forward to my mom’s arrival every day as I did when I was a child. Mom’s passport was still valid, but due to the difficulties of the U.S. Consulate, she went three times before she got a visa, and it was already early October when she arrived in the United States.
Mom looked so emaciated it was heartbreaking. I asked her to take the bedroom and she agreed without pushing. Mom rested for two weeks to get rid of the jet lag and her face bled.
One day after dinner, I asked if she had encountered unpleasant things in China. She looked at me and thought for a while before slowly saying, “Xiao Lei, I know you love me and want to know why I came back.
You didn’t hide your heart from me then, and I won’t hide it from you now.”
When mom first decided to go back home, she didn’t blame me in her heart, but she was extremely disgusted with the United States because she felt that it was the influence of this culture that made me have those treacherous thoughts. She was so disappointed at the time that she planned to go back home and spend the rest of her life with her dad’s ashes.
At the end of June, at a performance for graduating students, my mom was introduced to a “guest of honor” who was said to be the president of a large company. The man seemed polite and unassuming, and invited Mom to visit his company on the spot. Mom thought he was being polite, so she agreed.
A few days later, the person’s secretary called mom and said that the president had time that afternoon and wished to invite mom to go, adding that a car would be sent to pick her up in a few minutes. Mom repeatedly excused herself, but the person said that everything had already been arranged and asked her to make herself at home. Mom had to agree. The host was very enthusiastic that day. Mom always felt uncomfortable with the suddenness of the event, but she was grateful for the host’s hospitality.
A week later, Mom received two phone calls. One was from the associate dean for finance at their college, saying that the company was willing to fund the college’s efforts to help it set up a student dance troupe that would benefit the students, the school, and the company, and that she wanted her mom to go talk to the company’s director about some technical details. The vice dean meant for her to get as close to the company as possible and not to lose this opportunity for the school. The other call was from the same secretary from the last time, about the collaboration as well. Mom had no choice but to reluctantly agree to meet that president again. This time, the guy shows his true colors, talking in an unsavory way and with an unkind look in his eyes. Mom hoped that he would back off and pretended not to see it at first. I didn’t expect him to become more and more exposed, and then even said that mom was alone anyway, and if she was willing to accompany him, she would get a lot of benefits, and the student dance troupe was naturally out of the question. As he spoke, he began to move his hands.
In a fit of anger, his mom hit him in the mouth and came home so angry she didn’t eat for two days.
When I called in mid-July, the incident was just three or four days old, which is why mom seemed moody and distracted.
Mom took a long breath, paused for a short while, then said: “I put down the phone that day, always thinking about what you said about not having the heart to find a girlfriend. I thought, I rejected such a considerate man, but came here to be angry at the hooligans, in the end for what? I was so angry at the time that I didn’t think it was inappropriate to think that way. After a few more days, my mood calmed down, and I intended to forget about it. I didn’t realize that the guy wouldn’t stop. A strange man called one day and said that their president was a big man and didn’t care about the unpleasantness of that day, but wanted me to seriously consider his proposal as well. I told him to drop dead of that. The man’s tone changed and he said coldly, ‘The president is just looking at your face and wants to give you a chance, but I didn’t expect you to be so ungrateful.’ I was furious and said I would sue them. The man grunted and said, ”You don’t think you can sue our president? I think you’d better be careful when you go out, don’t be inattentive and get hit by a car.'”
Mom’s eyes reddened as she spoke. I was so eager to buy a gun and go back home to kill that guy. I didn’t want my mom to be too sad, so I advised her not to go on. She interrupted me and said, “Xiaolei, it’s better for me to say it than to keep it in my heart. People say that once you come back from the dead, your view of life and death will change.
After this incident, I also had doubts about the so-called ethics and morality, and I turned over and over in my mind what you had said at the beginning of the year. Whether incest is right or wrong, I still don’t know. But as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone, it’s better than that guy using his power and money to bully people. I understand how coming to America again could end. I want to let things run their course, and I’m willing to accept whatever the outcome is, but you don’t destroy me, okay?” Mom said with her eyes on the floor and a red face.
My heart was pounding, and for the first time in my life I felt like a knight willing to sacrifice his life for his lover: “Mom, don’t worry, no matter what the outcome, I will still love you and protect you.”
After this conversation, my mom and I and our relationship gradually changed. Mom still talked and laughed and I was still a dutiful son. But our conversations began to include flirting. To avoid embarrassment, we both referred to my mom as “the one” when we flirted.
One night, we were watching an ice skating competition on TV when my mom suddenly asked me, “Xiao Lei, do you know how to dance?” I shook my head. At first, Kelly wanted to teach me, but I was not interested in learning. Mom looked at me with mischievous eyes and said, “Do you want to learn? I’m a famous dance teacher.”
“Of course I want to learn, learning it will give me another means of seducing my sweetheart.” I replied with the same look and tone.
In retrospect, I must have inherited the genes about dancing from my mom, because my dancing skills progressed quickly, even though more than half of my attention was focused on the hand that was wrapped around her waist.
Mom didn’t like to go to the store alone, so she taught herself English at home. One day, I came home early and heard my mom reciting a text: Can I borrow that magazine? No, you can’t. (Can I borrow that magazine? No, you cant.) I realized that my mother, influenced by Chinese, pronounced the a before the n like the vowel in sun. I had another mischievous idea, so I went over to my mom and laughed and said that I hadn’t pronounced that sound correctly, so her “can’t” sounded more like another English word. Mom asked me which word it sounded like, and I made a face and laughed and said I couldn’t tell her. This, of course, aroused her curiosity and she insisted that I tell her.
“That English word is cunt, which means.” I said.
“What bi?” mom didn’t understand for a moment.
“It’s a woman’s pussy.” I said.
Mom’s face immediately turned red: “Xiao Lei, don’t talk nonsense!”
“I’m not bullshitting at all!” I picked up the Websters College Dictio-nary at home and pointed to the entry for cunt and said, “How do you pronounce that word?”
Mom tried, subconsciously covering her mouth with her hand.
I smiled and said, “Mom, if you make a mistake with this word, what you said, “No, you can’t” becomes “No way! No, you cunt!” （No, you cunt!”
Mom’s face turned even redder, “Lei, what a nasty thing to say!”
I continued to smile and said, “I’m just translating your words. Besides, I don’t see what’s so bad about it. It would be meaningless if my beloved’s didn’t have a little bit of flavor.”
“Lei, don’t give an inch!” Mom was really angry. I also knew that I had overdone it, so I quickly grabbed the trash can in the kitchen and went downstairs to take out the trash.
When I came back, mom was still sitting frozen on the couch. I gently walked over and whispered, “Mom, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have blabbed.”
Mom swept me a glance and asked, “Do you usually talk this freely?”
I thought about it and said, “I want to answer truthfully, but I’m afraid I’ll make you angry again.”
Mom scowled and said, “That’s better than lying.”
I said, “I usually don’t say a single dirty word. I only say this kind of thing to women who are close to me.”
Mom snorted with laughter, “Get out of here!”
After this incident, I was careful about what I said for weeks at a time. But Mom and I both understand now that sex is inevitable as long as our relationship continues to grow.
Mom’s birthday was in mid-December. My gift was a long, black, low-cut dress and a pair of black high heels that not only showed off all of Mom’s curves, but accentuated her dark hair and white skin more and more. I was going to invite her to a restaurant, but she said she’d rather talk to me at home. I fried two of Mom’s usual favorites, and she raved about them even though the level was nowhere near hers.
After dinner, mom suggested dancing. As my body swayed, my mom and I got closer and closer until I had her completely in my arms. Her head rested against my shoulder, and her exhaled breath tickled my neck. This is the first time I’ve been this close to my mom!
Just as I was feeling fluttery, my cock suddenly and involuntarily got hard, clamped like a big rubbery stick between my mom’s and my belly, being rubbed around by my swinging body. My face immediately reddened as I knew Mom could surely feel it too. Out of instinct, I gently pushed my mom away from me, leaving a gap between our bodies.
The whole time, mom was dancing as if nothing had happened.
After a few minutes, my mom suddenly laughed softly and looked at me with mischievous eyes and said, “Lei, you definitely have the worst brain when you’re dancing.”
I didn’t know where to begin, so I cracked a smile. I heard my mom continue: “The brain needs a lot of blood when thinking. When you dance, the blood is concentrated in the lower part of the brain, lack of blood, can still work well?” Said laughing out loud.
I realized that Mom was talking about my cock. I laughed happily, both because of Mom’s humor and because of the meaning of the joke: Mom had accepted that I was “sexually” interested in her.
It was winter break again, and I got to spend more time with my mom. Once, we rented a love movie made in the fifties. The plot in it was very moving. After the movie was over, I was still sitting on the sofa, dumbfounded by the tragic ending of the two main characters. Looking at my mom, who was also silent beside me, I felt very happy. I stretched out a skeletal arm to hug my mom, who also leaned softly against me. I lowered my head and kissed mom lightly on her forehead. Mom didn’t move. I couldn’t control myself any longer and started kissing her eyes, her face, her earlobes, and finally pressed my mouth to Mom’s lips. Mom only froze for a second or two before she started kissing back.
I slipped the tip of my tongue into my mom’s slightly open mouth, and she had probably never used her tongue in a kiss before, so she didn’t know how to respond at first. But she soon got the gist of it and the tip of her tongue coiled like a snake against my invading tongue. A flash of heat shot from the tip of my tongue to my perineum and my cock immediately rose to hardness. It occurred to me that this type of kissing had a similar effect on my mom, and I began to visualize her engorged pussy lips and trickle of lust. My heart was pounding wildly, and I put behind me the “civilized” language I had been carefully using for two months, and leaned my mouth to Mom’s ear and whispered, “Mom, is your pussy all wet?”
Mom didn’t answer and pressed her soft lips against my mouth again.
I don’t know how long we kissed, except that when we finally parted, my lips were a little drenched, I was so wet in my panties that I looked like I had peed my pants, and my cock was so high that it looked like it was going to explode. I looked at my mom, and she looked at me, with a look in her eyes that I had never seen before. I lowered my gaze and softly pleaded: “Mom, as long as you do not agree, I promise not to move your body. But I really want to smell you down there.”
Mom didn’t say anything for a long time, then stood up and said softly, “It’s getting late, it’s time to rest.”
Disappointed, I walked into my bedroom and fell into bed with mixed emotions. After a few minutes, my mom knocked on the door and asked me if I was asleep. I said no, and my mom pushed the door and put something on my bed: “Xiao Lei, this is what you asked for. I can guess what you do with it. You promise me not to do too much. That’s not good for your body.” Said twisted out of the bedroom, closed the door tightly.
I picked up the item, a neatly folded pair of mom’s panties. I spread it out only to see that my pussy area was all wet and a strong smell of sea crabs filled my nostrils. I cum three times that night before I fell asleep exhausted.
The next morning, I woke up late and my mom had already made breakfast and was waiting for me to eat it. Mom was probably embarrassed about what happened last night, because she kept avoiding my gaze. I felt that it was too late to avoid it when things had come to this point, so I smiled and said, “Mom, what you gave me last night was as strong and intoxicating as Maotai wine.”
My joke really worked. Mom smiled slightly and said, “It’s a good thing I speak a few words of English now, otherwise I wouldn’t even be able to call an ambulance if you were too drunk to wake up.”
The night before Valentine’s Day, I danced with my mom while telling her that I was planning to give my sweetheart three gifts for the holiday, hopefully ones she would like to receive as well.
“That depends on what all the gifts are.” Mom replied with a smile.
I gave my mom a long look and said, “I bought the first gift for her, I can’t tell you now, but I’m sure it will surprise her on that day. The second gift,” I paused, “is that I hope to be able to lick my sweetheart’s pussy, so that she can enjoy the joys of being a woman in another way.”
Mom’s face went red to her ears and she didn’t say anything.
“As for the third gift, I think my sweetheart can guess,” I tilted my head at my mom: “Unless she’s still a virgin.”
Mom slapped me hard on my back, but there was no angry expression on her face: “Lei, you’re really bad!”
“Hey, Mom, haven’t you heard? Men don’t harbor, women don’t love.” I grinned cheekily and dodged my mom’s raised hand again.
What’s Love (IV) finally becomes a love affair
On the afternoon of Valentine’s Day, I asked my mom to dress up in her favorite outfit and took her out to dinner at an elegant restaurant. We ordered red wine and I pre-ordered a red rose for her, which was delivered to our table by the waiter. The waiter, while putting the flowers in the vase, told mom that he was very envious to see that I had such a beautiful lady as my lover. With Mom’s level of English at the time, I know she understood.
Throughout the dinner, my mom was like a shy little girl, her cheeks were flushed, and she often seemed at a loss for words, contrary to her usual ease and comfort. When I got home, it was already past 9:00 p.m. I took out the gift wrapped in a box and asked her to open it in person. Inside was a set of lingerie bought from “Victorias Secret” (Victorias Secret).
They said it was lingerie, but it was really just a bra that didn’t even cover half of her breasts, and an equally slim panty.
Mom picked up the underwear with a little shyness, and suddenly took a breath of surprise. She stared at the open crotch panties and stammered, “This… this is open crotch, this… how can I… wear this…”
I tried my best to control my wildly beating heart to her ear, and said in a somewhat trembling voice, “Put it on just in time to reveal yours.”
Mom stared at the panties and whispered, “Lei, do you really want me to wear this…”
I wrapped my arms around my mom’s waist, “Will you wear it for me now?”
Mom took a long breath and said in a barely audible voice, “Wait here, don’t go in.”
I was sitting on the sofa thinking wildly when mom’s voice came out from the bedroom: “Xiao Lei, close your eyes.” I closed my eyes and listened to my mom open the bedroom door, walked to my front and stood still, then gently said: “Open it.”
I took a deep breath and slowly opened my eyes. Mom was standing almost completely naked in front of me, her legs tightly together. A dark mass of pubic hair was visible through the translucent fabric. I reached out and wrapped my hand around my mom’s ass from behind, rubbing my face against her belly slowly. I only heard my mom say softly, “Lei, I’ll give you a dance, okay?” I nodded, loosened my arms around her.
Mom took a few steps backward, closed her eyes, and danced a dance I’d never seen before. This dance had a small range of motion, mostly swinging of the limbs. I could quickly tell that it was a courtship dance, probably from Mom’s ethnic group. Many of the movements were heart pounding and some were a direct simulation of sexual intercourse. As Mom danced, my cock hardened and raised a tent over my pants. I began to remove my clothes piece by piece, but stopped when I was down to my underwear. Mom still had clothes on and I should wait. Mom was oblivious to me, completely absorbed in the dance until it was over, when she fell back to sit on the couch. Her eyes were closed, her chest was heaving, and little beads of sweat glistened on her body in the light.
I leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my mom’s lips, then a big kiss, while one hand went to her chest and unhooked her bra. My mouth began to slide down, from mom’s face, to her ears, neck, breasts, and finally taking one of her nipples into my mouth. Mom let out a small moan and her body shook slightly. I sucked and kissed from nipple to nipple in turn like I was breastfeeding, all the while feeling mom put her hand on my head and gently stroke my hair.
After kissing for a while, I looked up and said into my mom’s ear, “Mom, I’m going to give you my second present, okay?”
Mom nodded almost imperceptibly as I knelt on the carpet facing her and reached down to part her joined legs. Mom instinctively resisted for half a second, then parted her legs to the sides with my hand.
In the middle of the cigar-shaped split in my panties, I got my first glimpse of my mom’s pussy. Her pubic hair was dark and abundant, even on her labia majora. The labia minora were shaped like two plump roseate offices, splayed out to the sides from engorgement, revealing a wet pink center. Suddenly, I felt an indescribably disproportionate feeling: I’m such a big guy, did I come into the world from this less than ten-centimeter-long slit back then? This feeling lasted for a second or two and was replaced by lust.
I leaned down, took a deep breath of the pussy-smelling air, took mom’s labia minora in turn into my mouth and sucked on them, then gently pulled the two petals to the sides with my hands and licked the tip of my tongue along the opening of her slightly open vagina. As mom moaned, I pushed half of my tongue into her vagina, mimicking the movements in and out of her vagina. After a few minutes, I moved the tip of my tongue upward, nudging the opening of her urethra before sucking Mom’s nub into my mouth. Mom drew a long breath and held my head in her hands. I held her thighs tightly while rubbing the tip of my tongue rapidly against her nub. Mom’s moans became more frequent and both hands pressed my head tightly against her pussy.
After several more minutes of licking, just as my tongue began to stiffen from fatigue, Mom suddenly lifted her ass and pushed her pussy forward while both legs clamped down on my head and a hiss-like sound escaped from her throat. This position lasted for a good ten seconds or so, then she quieted down and her body went limp on the bed. I lifted my head and saw that her eyes were closed and she was still breathing a little heavily, but the expression on her face was one of complete relaxation and contentment. Mom lay motionless for a few minutes and opened her eyes and smiled at me with a shyness I had never seen before.
I placed a light kiss on my mom’s lips and whispered in her ear asking her if she liked my second gift. She didn’t answer, just kept kissing me. I kissed her back, took off my panties, put my mom’s hand on my aching cock, and said, “Here’s my third present, put it in yours, okay?”
Mom lifted her ass slightly from the couch and allowed me to remove her panties. I parted her labia minora with one hand, aligned my cock with the opening of her cunt with the other, and with a thrust of my hips forward, the head of my cock, which had risen like a ripe plum, slid into Mom’s slippery cunt. I hated to thrust to the end, but decided not to let my first contact with mom end too soon.
I plunged in inch by inch, and each inch was like my whole body gradually slipping into my mom’s body, returning to that warm, safe and cozy home. I felt a bit like a dream, the world around me turned into a foggy void, and the only proof of my existence was the gripping itch coming from my cock.
Suddenly, the head of my cock met a hard protrusion, is the mouth of the mother’s uterus. She moaned and said softly, “It’s in the bottom.”
I looked down at where the two were joined and said, “It’s still over two inches short of being all the way in.”
Mom ran her fingers over the cock left outside and said with slight hesitation, “You go in slower.”
I slowly pushed forward, the head of the cock gently slipped through the mouth of the uterus, finally reached the end of the vagina. Mom waited for me to even root into, a long breath out, tense body relax, and then snort a laugh, whispered: “Shu Road is difficult, difficult to go up to the sky.”
I smiled and replied: “The first time to clear the path, later is a breeze.” As I said this, I pulled my cock out and plunged it to the bottom.
The intense pleasure made me lose control. Ignoring mom’s gasps, I moved in and out dramatically, and in less than two minutes I felt a itch expanding from my cock to my whole body, and with a spasm in my belly, my semen spewed into the depths of my mom’s cunt in waves like a flood at the levee. I felt a spasm in my stomach, like a flood of semen spewing into the depths of my mom’s vagina in waves.
I drifted off to sleep for a few minutes and woke up to find myself still on top of my mom, my cock had gone limp but was still tucked inside her pussy. She was looking at me lovingly, one arm around my waist and the other gently stroking my hair.
I kissed her softly and said “Mommy, good Mommy, I love you!” My upper body moved and my cock slipped out of my pussy.
“You’re leaking, wipe me up.” Mom said. I grabbed a couple of sheets of cotton paper from the tea and wiped away the milky white cum that was slowly oozing out of her half-open vaginal opening.
Suddenly, I remembered something: “Mom, I… I prepared a condom, but… I forgot to use it.” I stammered.
Mom put the cotton paper in her pussy, sat up from the sofa and kissed me: “Don’t worry, my period just ended the day before yesterday. Lei, let’s go to bed, okay?”
That night, my mom and I went to sleep three times before we passed out.
The next morning, I opened my eyes and saw my mom with one arm propped up on the pillow, propping up her upper body and looking at me quietly. I remembered last night, and reached out to take her in my arms: “Mom, what are you looking at?”
“I’m looking at my bad son, good man.” Mom said softly as she pressed her face into my chest.
As I stroked her spine and ass, I whispered, “Mom, were you comfortable last night?”
Mom hmmm’d and said with a blush on her face, “But… you were so good at it, my bottom is still a little hot.”
I kissed her and smiled, “I’m sorry, I’ll redeem myself by licking you.”
I was expecting my mom to refuse, but she nodded a little shyly and said, “I’ll go wash up first.”
I rolled over and pinned her to the bed, grinning, “Licking it like that makes it taste better.”
Mom struggled and said: “last night until now has not been washed, you do not mind dirty I still mind dirty. If you lick it like that, you can’t kiss my mouth later!”
“It’s a deal.” I laughed as I spread her legs and took half of her pussy into my mouth in one gulp before she could react.
Within two minutes, Mom came. I climbed on top of her and gently kissed her on the mouth.
Mom opened her eyes and pretended to be angry and said, “You’re not allowed to kiss me with that slutty mouth of yours.”
I kissed her again and said, “I’ll spare you if you promise me one condition.”
Mom tilted her head to avoid my mouth and asked, “What conditions?”
“You’ll have to tell me where the slutty taste on my mouth is coming from.”
“I prefer not to say.” Mom laughed and covered her mouth with her hand in case I kissed her again.
I reached out and put my right hand in her armpit and asked, “Are you going to say it?”
Mom was afraid of tickling and begged for mercy, “I said, it’s the smell of my… down there.”
“Not specific!” I reasoned, tickling her.
Mom smiled and said: “Xiao Lei, please, don’t scratch. Take your hand away and I’ll talk.” Seeing that I agreed, she put her mouth to my ear, whispered: “The smell of your mouth is my flavor. Satisfied? Little bastard!” After saying this, she hugged me tightly.
No longer able to resist the physical contact and verbal teasing, I kissed my mom like crazy while freeing one hand and thrusting my cock into her pussy. Mom’s body bobbed up and down with my thrusts. She kissed me moment by moment until I came. She caressed my face and whispered, “Lei, you’re so good.”
My heart was filled with love for her, and a question arose: “Mom, before you went to college, what did the boys in your village call you?”
Mom looked at me in puzzlement and said, “Everyone in the fortress calls me Chen.”
“Can I call you Sister Chen?” I asked.
Mom froze for a moment, then snorted with laughter: “Wrong. You should call me Chen sister, I call you Lei brother!” She kissed me, avoided my gaze and said: “Lei, you are my man, you want to call me how you can.”
I remembered another question: “Sister Chen, is it okay if I move in with you?”
Mom nodded and suddenly blushed, “Will you go buy some birth control pills today?”
“I’ll buy some condoms so you don’t have to take the pill.” I offered to suggest.
Mom’s face turned even redder: “I… I don’t want to be separated from you.”
“Mom, I love you!” In that moment, those were the only words I could find.
My mom and I became a married couple without a name. I couldn’t wait to have sex with my mom every minute of every day, but she insisted that I be moderate, saying that too much was bad for my health. I still found ways to help her with the housework, which she didn’t exactly reject, saying that sharing some of the chores was good for a man. During the day, my mom studied English and I went to school; after dinner, we sometimes chatted about everything, sometimes snuggled up together to watch TV, and sometimes simply looked at each other without looking away, as if we could never get enough. We like to press our bodies together and dance slowly to the music. At times like this, I like to slip my hand down my mom’s panties from behind and gently caress her smooth, bouncy ass. I was so satisfied with my life that even my mentor said, half-jokingly and half-seriously, that I must have made a beautiful girlfriend.
I neither admitted nor denied it, but it was sweet inside.
There was only one thing on my mind, and that was that my mom never had an orgasm during intercourse. My knowledge of sex back then was really limited. I knew that Kelly had orgasms. According to her, these orgasms were more intense than the kind you get when you lick a pussy.
As for Penny and Eva, they both squealed and squealed when they were being beaten, and I naturally assumed that they were just like Kerri.
(Many years later, I read on the internet that American women often fake orgasms in order to please men and to show that they themselves are not frigid.) Whether or not this was the case with Penny and Eva, I have no way of knowing.) So I assumed that every woman could have an orgasm when she did, which is what I really meant when I had to give my mom her third gift on Valentine’s Day.
However, more than two weeks have passed and mom has not had any sign of orgasm. I was puzzled and felt that I owed her something. Finally, I decided to ask Kelly again.
Kerri and I found a corner in a coffee shop we used to frequent and sat down. She was working on her doctoral thesis and hoped to graduate in the summer. Since I hadn’t told her the reason for the meeting on the phone, she was a little worried and asked me what was wrong. I stammered that my mom and I were living together. Kerri hesitated and cautiously asked me if I regretted it. I shook my head.
“Then is your mom OK with thi sarrange-ment? (Then is your mom OK with thi sarrange-ment?)”
Kerri asked again.
“My mom loves me and is happy, but…” my face flushed red, feeling embarrassed to talk about such things with outsiders, “but she doesn’t have orgasms during sex.”
With undisguised relief, Kerri half-joked, “Doesn’t your tongue work pretty well?”
“I don’t mean with the mouth. It’s… it means during intercourse.” I explained.
Kelly understood my question and told me that not every woman gets an orgasm from intercourse and that as long as my mom enjoyed oral sex she didn’t have to worry about it. Undeterred, I asked her if I could ask a personal question about her. Kerri nodded.
“Were you able to have orgasms like this from the beginning, or did you later…”
She smiled, drew a cross-section of the female genitalia on a napkin, then traced a few heavy strokes on a spot on the front wall of the vagina and said.
“The place two or three inches in from the vaginal opening is very sensitive and is called the G-spot. You start by picking there with your fingers, and if your mom gets the feeling that she’s going to pee, the spot is in the right place. With continued stimulation, some women can have an orgasm that is more intense than oral sex.”
I said thank you in quick succession. Kelly said she wanted me to succeed, but not to take this too seriously.
“Making your mom feel like you truly love her is more important than anything else. Also, make sure you cut your nails before you pick, otherwise it’s not safe.” She said.
Later that night, I licked Mom’s pussy while massaging the front wall of her vagina with my index and middle fingers, just as Kelly had told me to do. At first, mom did not respond. After rubbing it for a while, mom suddenly said, “Don’t pick at it. You make me want to pee.”
I felt happy in my heart and said, “Just bear with me for a while, it will be fine in a while.”
I proved to be too optimistic. Not only did the finger massage not produce any results, but I also found it difficult to reach the G-spot with the head of my cock while I was at it, as that part of the vagina is recessed towards the small of my back and out of the trajectory of the thrusts. I tried this for over a week straight, and I made no progress except that my mom became accustomed to the sensation of peeing caused by finger picking and rubbing. Maybe Kelly was right, not every woman has a G-spot orgasm.
In mid-March, my mentor and I traveled out of town for a conference. It was a three-day conference, but the host, who had been a student of my mentor’s, kept us there for an extra day and did us the honor of being the host. I missed my mom and was anxious to get back, but I had to put on a happy face because I was in the way.
It was the evening of the fourth day when I returned home. My mom served me rice and pickles from Chinatown, saying that I had just gotten off the plane and it was good to eat something light. I hurriedly ate a few bites, which was a good way to turn in. Then I took my mom in my arms and a kiss lasted for several minutes.
I changed my breath and asked while gently biting her earlobe, “Mom, did you miss me?”
Mom leaned her face against my shoulder and hmmm’d.
“Is it about me or my cock?” I gave an inch.
Mom kissed me and said in a barely audible voice, “Both.”
I pulled her to sit on the couch and slipped one hand into her underwear, twisting and rubbing her already hardened nipples with my thumb and forefinger. Mom’s breathing became thicker and thicker. Suddenly, she asked in a hoarse voice against my ear: “Do you really like my smell?”
I nodded excitedly as I heard my mom initiate swearing for the first time.
Mom then said, “I didn’t wash it this morning, so I saved it for you.”
I pinched her nipples and said with a smile, “No wonder there was only rice porridge and pickles. So the good food is still in the back…”
I suddenly had an idea. I ran into the bedroom and took out a thick comforter and spread it on the dining room table and brought in another pillow. Then I pulled my mom up from the couch, undressed her in three tries, picked up her naked body and laid it on the dining room table. I lifted her legs and pushed them up to her chest and put another pillow under her ass so that her pussy was the most prominent part of her body.
I pulled a chair and sat at the table, gently parted her pussy lips, smiled and said: “The name of the last dish is morning mussels with dew.” I was afraid that mom did not understand, looked at her from between her legs and said: “morning morning, is your name. Mussel is this,”
I opened and closed her pussy lips a few times, and then said, “As for the dew inside the clam, it is the essence of this dish.”
Since her pussy was only a few inches from my face, I could smell a strong fishy odor. Without waiting for my mom to respond, I lowered my head slightly and buried my face between the dewy flesh of the “clam”.
I sucked and licked for a while when mom suddenly pushed my head away and said in a muffled voice, “I don’t want my mouth, I want your cock.”
I stood up, parted her labia minora with one hand, aimed the purple glowing cock head at the half-open vaginal opening with the other, and with a single thrust, the small half of my cock disappeared into her pussy. I was about to push in on the pleasure, when it occurred to me that Mom’s ass was in a high position, and I was thrusting from the bottom to the top of the front, when the head of my cock was right at the G-spot. I pushed the pillows to cushion her bottom higher. Then I put one hand on her belly and gently pressed down, while the other hand held my cock, aiming at the G-spot and moving hard. After ten minutes, I have been sweating, mom’s moans are getting louder and louder, a burst of itch from the cock spread all over the body. The first time I saw her, I was so happy to see her, and she was so happy to see me.
Mom obviously knew I was cumming and begged me with a gasp, “No, don’t stop!” As she said this, she shook her body back and forth, initiating me.
Luckily my cock doesn’t go soft right after I cum. I sucked in a breath and matched my mom’s movements, aiming my thrusts at the G-spot repeatedly. After another 20 to 30 strokes, mom suddenly tensed her whole body, her entire vagina twitched violently, and she let out a shrill sound in her throat.
“It worked!” I just had time to finish thinking those three words when I saw a stream of liquid squirt out of my mom’s pussy and all the way down to my tits. I thought I was seeing things at first, but quickly realized it wasn’t an illusion. The liquid was shooting out of her urethra, four times in total, the first three times with such force that they shot straight up my body, and the last time seemed breathless. By then mom’s cunt was still twitching, but her body had gone limp.
After a while, mom opened her eyes, pulled me to her, kissed me and murmured, “Lei, you’re killing me… take me to bed, okay?”
I picked up her soft body and walked into the bedroom. I stroked her hair and asked, “Chen, were you comfortable just now?”
“Well, that’s nice of you.” Mom said as she eyed me.
“What did it feel like just now?” I asked.
Mom thought for a few seconds, as if remembering what had just happened, and then slowly said, “You licked me very well, but I always felt… empty inside and wanted you. From the very beginning, you made me want to pee. At first, I resisted, but then I felt good. Then… I don’t know, I just wanted you to keep poking that place. And then, I felt like my lower body was melting, and I couldn’t…” Mom stopped in the middle, her face turned red, she looked at me embarrassed, and said, somewhat at a loss, “Did I… did I just pee?”
I kissed her forehead and replied with a smile, “Not only did I pee, but I peed so high it sprayed all over me!”
Mom’s face turned even redder: “I felt that I couldn’t control it, and at that time… I didn’t want to control it, but as soon as I let go, it was as if my whole body was turned into a stream of water. I’ll try next time, maybe I can hold it in.”
Looking at her at a loss for words, I put my arm around her and said: “Mom, as long as you are comfortable, you can pee whenever you want. No need to hold it in. The big deal is that in the future under a few more layers of bath towels.”
“You’re so good to me.” Mom said with her head against my chest.
I grinned. “Besides, it’s a thrill to watch yours squirt upward like a geyser, hopefully year after year, month after month, day after day!”
“I knew you were upset!” Mom nipped at my shoulder.
“Mom, in the past, I used to be the only one who ejaculated every time, that’s not fair. From now on, I’ll ejaculate and you’ll pee. This is true equality between men and women.” I paused for a moment, half-jokingly, half-seriously continued: “I promised to take good care of you and let you enjoy your happiness, and only today have I honored it a little.”
Mom didn’t wait for me to finish, she laughed out loud. For a while, she stopped laughing, pretending to be serious, said: “You really are a filial son, can make your mom to urinate incontinence. There are not many people in the world who can compare with you!”
Much later, I learned from books that what my mom ejaculated was not urine, but a liquid similar to a man’s semen. Of course there was no sperm in it. Kelly was right, not all women have G-spot orgasms. And not all of those who have G-spot orgasms ejaculate. As for mom’s ability to squirt sperm far and wide, it may have something to do with the fact that she has years of dance training and developed pelvic muscles.