This is my first post, so please advise me!
For me, who had a father who was a major general and had been in the military for many years, it was a man’s responsibility to take care of the family, which consisted of only my mother and me, even though I had just turned 18 years old.
People living in Taipei have a great advantage, that is, they do not have to leave their hometowns to go to a foreign university like some outsiders, because there are universities everywhere in Taipei, unlike the countryside in the central and southern parts of the countryside, where hearing about the so-called university students seems to be like the arrival of a big man.
I was attending one of the top five liberal arts colleges in the country, and I was still living at home, raised almost independently by my mother, whose husband had been in the military for many years. My mother also teaches at one of the nation’s top boys’ schools in Taipei, and it’s strange to see an “old woman” of almost 40 years of age being adored by some of her classmates at that school. When I attended that school a year ago, this was my biggest problem, and I was almost afraid to recognize her as my mother!
But it was only after junior high school that I noticed my mother’s gradual aging… When I was a child, she was really the woman I had always dreamed of becoming my wife when I grew up… almost like every growing boy in the world. But after high school, this childhood dream disappeared, just like every boy who is transforming into a man.
In the process, however, something happened during my elementary school years that made me blush as a child. When I grew up, I was embarrassed by something that my mother used to tease me about… When I was 10 years old, during one of those cold, wet, musty rainy seasons that only occur in the northern part of this tiny island, which is hard to find on the map of the world, when my mother had just come from work and was walking to her room, I hid in the closet and tried to play peekaboo with her, and when my mother came into the hall, she called my name first, but of course she couldn’t find me. Of course I couldn’t find me, I had already hidden in the closet.
She couldn’t find me, so she let out a few helpless pouts and went straight into her room. The tragedy was that she came home in the rain, soaked to the bone, and started to change her clothes…
I must make it clear that I bathed with that old woman called “my mother” every day in elementary school, and I still can’t have any special feelings about her body today. The problem is that it seems to be only in the bathroom.
It was humiliating! I was hiding in the closet, and she changed in front of me, put on her bathrobe and walked into the bathroom in less than two minutes, and that was the first time in my life that I had a reaction. There was nothing special about her body, but it was so strange that I couldn’t breathe…
At the time she was a woman in her early 30’s though, with a body that definitely had the charm and charisma of a woman of that age. But that was unlikely, I was a 10 year old brat, or as much as I could be supposed to appreciate as her own son.
It’s funny to think that I reacted the way I did, but at the time, I was so ashamed, and my face was so hot… It wasn’t just my face that was red, it was my mother who, soon after she turned around and went into the bathroom, realized that the cupboard in front of her was “haunted”, and summoned up the courage of a mother to open it, only to find that I was her son hiding in it, blushing! I was hiding in the cupboard as her son, and my face was red!
When she realized that there was a bulge there (I was wearing children’s sweatpants at the time, so I could tell), she immediately slapped me… and now, years later, she used to make fun of me, which was more than worth it, and that was just the first of many embarrassing incidents when I was a child.
The second scandal was a bit more limited… it almost caused a breakdown in our relationship… for at least three or four years, from about the middle of the school year to the first year of senior high school, my mom and I could hardly talk to each other… or at least it was a rock in our hearts, and it took a lot of time for us to work together to get rid of it.
Let’s start at the beginning! The first embarrassing incident (which I’ve already mentioned) happened in the 4th grade, when I was still a kid, and my mom forgave me after a while (mainly because I cried and pouted and insisted on continuing to take baths with my mom, and later “behaved well” by not getting a hard-on in the bathroom… that was normal), and still took baths with me. But the day when “men avoid their mothers and women avoid their fathers” was bound to come, and it just seemed to come too early for either of us to be prepared for it.
Exactly one year after that first embarrassing incident, in the same winter rainy, cold and damp rainy season, my mother and I came home from school at about the same time, and rushed into the bathroom with each other as usual (because it was a bit cold that day) and started to take a shower.
As usual, I rubbed the soap on my mother’s body, but as a fifth-grade student, I had a strong reaction for the second time, and this time it was even stronger than the year before, as if my dick was already about to burst, and I wanted to cum for the first time. I didn’t want to awaken my senses, and in fact, I didn’t seem to have any senses left, so I hid behind her and continued to rub her back, enjoying the pleasure of the touch from my fingertips.
Just like this rubbing rubbing, heaven and earth do not know how long, I opened my eyes, as if to find the mom just turned around, greatly surprised, in her eyes and my eyes are greatly alarmed at the time, the little brother it will not be able to spit out its first sperm, shot in the foggy, hot and humid water in the middle of the rainy winter bathrooms, part of the also shot to the mom’s face.