Of course, I got all this knowledge from my mother’s story. In her story, my grandpa and grandma didn’t read much or talk about any culture, and the only thing they could do was to give birth and raise
Siblings, including my mother, totaling four children and faith in Allah – although they never
Have read the Quran once in its entirety.
It is only natural that this perception of grandma and grandpa has affected their children.
So when my mother graduated from secondary school at the age of 19 from a health school, she met my father through the introduction of my maternal grandmother, who, of course, was also of Hui ethnicity and was an ordinary worker at that time. Mother also became an ordinary doctor at the county people’s hospital. When my mother was 20 years old, they got married.
However, my mother never told me anything about her married life after she married my father. I didn’t care about this when I was young; and when I got a little older, I slowly realized why my mother never wanted to talk about this father of mine.
It is said that back in those days, my father was not only a drunkard and gambler, but he was also fond of prostitutes. So, not long after giving birth to me, my mother resigned and left the hospital in order to avoid my father, and went out on her own to open a clinic in the provincial capital. And father actually to the mother’s departure does not care, until one day, my father’s body in a remote, only trucks passing through the intersection was found, and this time, the body has been to and fro trucks run over only a layer of thin skin. I was exactly 2 years old that year.
Of course, these things had no effect on the mother. She just did her last duty as a wife and finished putting the body away. As for why my father became that way, she had no interest in knowing.
Even Grandpa and Grandma, who had expressed great dissatisfaction with their mother’s departure from their father, seemed to have stopped pushing her.
After being away from her family’s ties, her mother’s life and career were finally on track. Originally, her mother was a tall woman, and when she wasn’t married, she was known as a pretty girl in the county. After arriving in the provincial capital, she quickly made a name for herself in the surrounding neighborhoods with her attentive service and excellent medical skills. If it wasn’t for her widowhood and Hui status, it was estimated that the suitors could be lined up in a reinforced company.
Later, when I was in the third grade of elementary school, my mother finally saved enough money to buy a two-story storefront house on the street. The first floor was still used as a clinic, while the two-room apartment on the second floor became the residence of my mother and me, one room for each of us.
It is from that time onwards, I also gradually found around some uncles often look at mother’s strange eyes, at first I do not quite understand, and later found that this kind of eyes is called colorful. However, at that time, my contact with sex is really limited, just know that in the side of the mother, these uncles certainly do not have good intentions.
Of course, perhaps because she was still a child, some of my mother’s actions were not very avoidable to me. For example, I was the only one who knew that my mother usually wore only underwear under her short-sleeved white coat in the hot summer months, and sometimes she even went out in a vacuum. On more than one occasion, when I was changing in the morning before my mother went to the clinic and found me staring at her body, she would often just snap, “Little devil.” More often than not, there was silence.
I didn’t think so when I was a child with little sexual awareness, but when I grew up, I realized that my mother was really capable of doing what no one else could do, and I knew that in the clinic downstairs, there were often more than 10 men, women, and children of all ages.
It was in this way that my mother’s body became the first female body that I learned about. I gradually began to realize that my mother was definitely the most beautiful woman around me. Not to mention those female classmates around me who hadn’t grown up yet, even the teachers at school, there were not many of them who could have a body like my mother’s, which was nearly perfect. Especially those firm, plump breasts that didn’t sag in any way, they simply haunted me.
And so it was that during the winter break of the sixth grade, when I was 12 years old, I had my first semen loss. That day, I had an erotic dream that my mother was eating breakfast with me on the second floor of our house, wearing nothing but her underwear, her mother’s breasts were plump, her buttocks were snow-white and huge, and her flat belly barely had a trace of fat. As my mother and I ate, she suddenly began to undress, and just as she was about to remove her bra so that I could take a closer look, I suddenly felt my lower body lose control, and the unprecedented pleasure brought on by the violent jets of semen awakened me.
I didn’t quite understand what was happening to me, but I did know that the big puddle of goo in my underwear didn’t seem to be anything good.
I felt the dark, quietly took off my panties, and climbed out of bed with my bare ass. I didn’t want to alarm my mother, so I decided to wash the dirty thing myself.
But just as I crept to the bathroom and turned on the faucet, the sound of rushing water woke my mother.
“What are you doing?” My mother’s words startled me at once. I jerked back to find my mother standing behind me in her pajamas in the doorway of the bathroom.
I saw that my mother didn’t seem to be fully awake, a pair of beautiful dainty eyes narrowed thinly, but what attracted my eyes the most was the double point that was fully protruding under the pajamas, and thinking of that previous sex dream, I felt my face redden and my penis became erect all of a sudden. This embarrassed me, who was still naked. After all, my hands were still washing my underwear at this time, and my erect penis was almost unobstructed from my mother’s view.
My mother saw the way I looked and suddenly came to her senses, as if she understood something.
I saw my mother immediately turn around and leave the bathroom. Just as I was feeling puzzled, in less than ten seconds, my mother had walked back with a new pair of panties.
“Here you go, go back and get a new pair.” My mother told me to wipe my hands clean and handed me my new panties, “Go back to bed.”
I felt as if my mother had glanced at my erect penis. Not daring to squeak, I grabbed my panties, threw them on and ran back to my room.
I’m not quite sure what I was thinking, I just felt as if my mind was a mushy, muddled mess and I fell asleep.
Since it was winter vacation, the next day I slept in until nine in the morning. My mother had already gone downstairs and didn’t wake me up before eight as she used to do. And my breakfast had already been prepared by my mother, and unlike before, there was an extra egg.
I felt apprehensive, thinking that my mother must know something. I wolfed down my breakfast and then watched the TV anxiously.
It wasn’t until noon that my mother came back upstairs, handed me a book, and patted me gently on the head, “It’s okay, you’re a big boy, here, read it.”
I took the book with some hesitation, Human Physiology, quite a thick book.
Later I realized that I had forgotten exactly how I spent those days, I only remembered that I hugged that thick book and read it conscientiously for days. I then realized that what came out of my body that night was semen, and that night I had seminal emission, which is a normal physiological phenomenon. In addition to that, I learned a lot, such as my penis and testicles and other male genitals is really about, I have begun the pubertal development, and I am most interested in the female sex organs atlas …… such a thick book, almost let me learn everything I want to know about sex.
It turned me on, which led me to have another wet dream and then semen loss a week later, the night my mother took the book back.
This aphrodisiac dream remained similar to the last one, I dreamt of my mother again. My mother happened to have her back to me, and I could clearly see her rounded buttocks and bare back, and I gently stroked her shoulders with trembling hands. This time, my lower body once again lost control.
However I was no longer nervous. I took off my panties, naked again, and quietly made my way to the bathroom, where I threw them in the sink and replaced them with a clean pair of panties.
The next day, I got up early. Of course, my mother got up much earlier than I did. I found that she had already washed the dirty panties, which were hanging on the second floor balcony.
The mother didn’t seem surprised or express any particular emotion.
I let go of my heart. I suddenly felt, at this point in my life, that my mom is, truly, the best mom in the world.
Winter turns to spring. My mother and I lived our days slowly like this. Soon, I went to middle school.
Maybe it is the reason that the development is particularly early, maybe it is the reason that inherited my mother’s height gene, my height in junior high school like flying up. 140, 150, 160, 170 …… Almost every semester I have to grow a large amount of taller, to the beginning of the junior high school year, at the age of 14, I have reached a height of 170. Of course the general public does not know is, perhaps thanks to good habits, my lower body development is even more amazing, fully erect can reach 15 centimeters long.
By this time, a variety of adult novels had been circulating among classmates, in a variety of genres, including martial arts, urban romance, and of course, the heavy flavor of incest.
There were also a number of classmates who began to fall in love early, and individuals who began to steal the forbidden fruit. But none of them had anything to do with me.
Because in my opinion, these female classmates are just too ugly to be compared to my mother.
Yes, after two years, I realized that my desire for my mother’s body had become even more intense. My mother’s plump breasts, my mother’s perky hindquarters, my mother’s flat belly, my mother’s slender thighs …… Almost every week, my mother’s body visited my dreams and haunted me.
If it was unconscious in the beginning, now almost every time I semenate, I put my semen-covered underwear in the bathroom for my mother to see. Of course, my mother always washes it clean the next day.
I felt like I was on the verge of becoming a pervert, and although my mother never said anything about it, I could feel that something seemed to be changing.
This caused me pain and I began to give vent to all my desires to study. Partly to make my mother happy, and partly to anesthetize and reassure myself.
The temporary calm was just a preparation for the eruption, and I look back years later and realize that by that time, my longing for my mother had grown stronger.
Under the pressure of midterms and inexplicable cravings, Spring is here.
Mother’s clinic locks and closes early. The sound of firecrackers from time to time emphasized the festive atmosphere. As in previous years, there were only two people, my mother and I, at this Spring Festival. On this special day, I no longer read books and do exercises, but helped my mother busy, the two of us cooking delicious meals while watching TV.
Just as we were about to start dinner, my mother pulled out a bottle of white wine from somewhere.
“Come on, it’s New Year’s Eve today, mom is happy, have a drink with mom.” Mother said to me excitedly.
I was a little taken aback, but didn’t turn my mother down, even though I hadn’t had a drink before this, but I knew she didn’t drink much.
“Yes, but I’ve never had a drink before, so I have to drink slowly, not too fast.” Mother agreed.
So in this warm second floor, my mother and I poured each other wine and took small sips.
This is my first time drinking. The wine was supposed to be good and spicy. After only a short time of drinking, I felt a little dizzy. But looking at my mother’s happy face, I decided to stick with it.
I just talked to my mother and watched TV.
Soon the bottle of wine was finished by the time the clock struck midnight.
I couldn’t hold on any longer at this time, and after a moment of heavenly spinning, I finally lost consciousness.
When I woke up again, it was still light.
I had a splitting headache and was surrounded by darkness while firecrackers were going off outside the window.
I then remembered that it should already be early morning on the first day of the year.
Last night, I accompanied my mother to drink all night, and I now …… suddenly realized that I did not sleep in a single bed in my own bedroom, but was lying on my mother s double bed.
All naked, no underwear.
Where’s mom? The air was filled with the scent of a body belonging to mom.
My mind wandered, and when I turned my head, I realized that my mom was sleeping next to me, her dimpled body under the covers rising and falling with her rhythmic breathing.
“……”
My mind instantly went blank.
I didn’t think that the scene that I think about day and night on weekdays would just appear before my eyes.
I got excited all of a sudden.
Carefully, he moved his body and brushed up against his mother’s side.
I could clearly feel that my mother had only one layer of pajamas on her body and was not wearing a bra.
As for the panties, I didn’t even have time to think about it that much at that point.
How long has it been since I slept in the same bed with my mother? I don’t remember, but it was probably not long after I started elementary school, and I already slept in a separate bed from my mother.
When I touched my mother’s bare arm, I dared not think further, and I never could think further.
An unstoppable force instantly took over my brain (come to think of it, that’s what a spermatozoa feels like).
As soon as I had my mother in the crook of my right arm, my left hand gently reached into her nightgown and gently kneaded those plump breasts that were haunting me.
“Mom …… mom ……”
I called softly to my mother.
Perhaps because of her drunkenness, my mother slept rather heavily and didn’t wake up all at once, she just pushed my chest and didn’t struggle anymore.
I got bold and started kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her neck gently, just like in the movies and TV.
At the same time, her left hand slowly flicked her nightgown halter down, feeling her mother’s breasts and somewhat hard nipples delicately.
Fit and tall mother has a pair of breasts that are also proud of the group, I feel my mother’s breasts full and elastic, gently kneaded, as if it is as soft as water, so that people do not dare to use force, I had to use their own young hands to carefully take care of, but also gently tweak the nipple of the size of a peanut meter from time to time.
In the darkness, my breath began to catch and I felt that I should suck hard on these nipples.
“Oh ……”
Just as I was immersed in my own happiness, there was a soft murmur, and I suddenly realized that the mother in my arms had actually opened her eyes at some point.
My hands stopped moving for a second and a cold sweat broke out on my head.
“Mom ……”
I called softly to my mother.
“Well …… what do you do?”
Waking up in such a situation also seemed to be out of my mother’s expectation, she later told me that because and in bed almost face to face side to side, she was able to clearly feel my nostrils, and at that moment her head was so blank that she didn’t know how to talk to me at all.
“I want milk.”
I don’t know why, but I whispered in my mother’s ear.
“Then eat it ……”
Mother murmured back, permission in that tone? Desire? A request? Or a command? Or was it something else? I had no way of knowing anymore.
But’s I didn’t know exactly what my mother meant, but I obeyed my body’s craving and lowered my head, and in the darkness, wheeled the pair of already hardened nipples into my mouth, licking and sucking them gently for fear of hurting my mother.
My mother, on the other hand, clutched my head, her breathing becoming more and more rapid.
Every now and then I looked up to steal a glance at my mother, and in the darkness, I couldn’t quite make out her expression, but could only guess a thing or two from her hands that were gripping tighter and tighter.
Slowly, I’m getting bolder.
All at once I looked up and kissed my mother’s soft lips.
My instincts told me to do this, and there was certainly nothing wrong with it.
My mother seemed surprised and a little resistant to my actions, pushing her hands sheepishly against my chest.
But she only hesitated for a moment before she obediently opened her fragrant lips.
I was surprised to feel my mother’s flexible tongue actually reach into my mouth, chasing my tender tongue and bringing with it a sizzling sensation that flowed through my entire body.
The feeling disoriented me.
That’s when I realized that kissing actually felt so fascinating that it even made my whole body tremble.
I hugged and kissed my mother hard.
My mother and I soon worked well together, our two flexible tongues resembling two small, light snakes, twisting and fluttering around each other.
My mother and I exchanged saliva unabashedly, entwined, licking every corner of each other’s mouths, chasing each other, playing.
My arousal continued to rise as my body glued itself to my mother moment by moment.
I almost lost my mind.
My subconscious told me that only the warmth of my mother’s body could cool my boiling lust.
Suddenly, my mother rolled over and pinned me down, and grabbed a handful of my long hardened cock.
“Don’t move!”
She gasped and told me to lie down and stop moving.
That’s when I realized that my mother had been naked for a long time.
I could see that my mother was squatting in a strange crouching position above my crotch, and by the vague light I looked between her legs, which seemed to be clean and free of the dark patch of pubic hair that I had imagined.
Is that a mother’s vagina? I thought darkly.
Without giving me a chance to fully think about it, my mother had slowly squatted down on my cock.
A strange sensation came from my glans, warm and hot, as if it had broken through ring after ring of obstacles right to the bottom.
Once my mother had sat down to the bottom, it seemed that my cock had also penetrated right to the end of my mother’s vagina.
I seem to understand something.
My mother also leaned forward, half-kneeling on my chest, and I could hear her gasps echoing right in my ears.
All of a sudden, I could no longer endure it, a burst of pleasure quickly traveled from my brain to my limbs, and then my limbs gradually became weak, as if the strength of my whole body was rapidly pooling towards my penis, and along with a wave of deflating pleasure, an unprecedented hot stream finally erupted away from my penis and jetted into my mother’s body.
I should have seen the look on my face, my mother immediately sensed the change in me.
As soon as she lifted her body, my rapidly softening cock slipped out of her lower back in one fell swoop.
“The little twerp ……”
My mother patted my belly and murmured again, “My son is growing up.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I just lay there stupidly still.
And my mother reached over the bed and pulled out a couple of Kleenex and handed them to me, “Here, wipe it off.”
I let out an oh-so-honest cry and honestly dried the goo from my bottom.
I felt embarrassed, and although I felt that perhaps my relationship with my mother should be different after tonight, I didn’t quite understand exactly how it should be.
“Mom!”
Seeing that my mother had also cleaned her bottom with a Kleenex, I was a little embarrassed to call out to my mom.
Actually, I wanted to stay in my mother’s bed.
After such a night, it’s a wonder I can sleep when I’m back in my own single bed.
The mother clearly hesitated, “Go to sleep, you have a lot to do tomorrow.”
I didn’t dare to squeak again, naked and honest on the bed, yet my heart instantly heated up again at the thought of my mother right next to me.
“Mom ……”
I whispered, “What’s wrong?”
“I want milk.”
I’m getting bolder.
“…… Then come and eat.”
Mother seemed to pause before agreeing, her voice soft.
I happily squeezed into my mother’s arms again and picked up one of her nipples, savoring it and rubbing it gently with both hands.
My naked cock was erect again, hard against my mother’s thigh.
My mother, however, didn’t do much more than quietly caress my back.
“Eat up …… sleep up …… eat up …… sleep up …… “
Mother murmured softly.
Perhaps because I was so tired, I actually fell asleep in my mother’s arms like that.
The next day, still a loud firecracker woke me up.
Unlike the last time, this time, it was already dawn and my mother had gotten up at some point early to prepare a hearty breakfast for me.
I got dressed and looked at my mother a little apprehensively.
“What are you looking at? Come over and eat!”
My mother said to me, a little angry as usual.
“Oh ……”
I sat down carefully and began to eat my breakfast.
Could what happened last night have been a dream? I somehow wondered if there was something wrong with my memory.
But last night’s dream was surprisingly real, so real that I can still recall most of the details.
But if it wasn’t a dream, then …… thinking about it, I couldn’t help but look up at my mother quietly.
It didn’t look like the mother was any different than usual.
That’s when my mother also turned her head and locked eyes with me.
“What are you looking at? Brat.”
As I watched, my mother’s face actually turned red.
I’m surprised.
“Mom, you look great.”
Just like that a sentence came out of my mouth almost completely without thinking.
The mother had a surprised look on her face all at once, “Snap!”
Immediately following, indeed my mother hit me on the head with a chopstick, “What are you thinking about? Bastard, eat!”
I touched my head, it didn’t hurt much, but I could see that my mother’s face was redder.
Nothing more unusual happened to my mother and me on this day.
At night, my mother’s clinic once again locked and closed early.
But it didn’t really bother anyone because it was the first day of the year.
But I understand that my relationship with my mother is no longer the same.
After dinner, my mother and I remained together quietly watching TV, neither of us speaking.
My mother had the remote control in her hand, changing channels haphazardly, and I peeked in every now and then, but couldn’t make anything out of her face.
After all, at this point I was just a teenager under the age of 15 and wasn’t able to understand what was going on in a woman’s mind at this time.
My mother was 35 years old at this time, just as I am now.
It wasn’t until a few years later, after I started dating and sleeping with other girls of various ages, that I had some re-conceptualization of how my mother was feeling at the time.
And at this point in my life, young as I was, I was unable to perform any active sexual acts on my beloved mother, and I believed that all should be under her control, which it was.
It happened around after 9:00, my mother had gotten up and gone to the bathroom to wash up, and I was still sitting on the couch alone, dumbfounded, watching TV.
Maybe it was a sixth sense that made me think something was going to happen, I fidgeted a little on the couch.
I looked up at the bathroom from time to time, listening to the sound of rushing water in the bathroom, and my heart itched and tingled like a million ants had crawled over it.
The penis was even more erect and hard and uncomfortable in his underwear, even earlier.
I don’t know how long it took, but Mom walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a white towel like she always did, “I’m done,”
My mother’s voice sounded a little slow, “Go ahead and wash it.”
I let out an oh-so-quiet sigh and felt as if my mother’s eyes were on me the whole time; I didn’t dare meet her eyes anymore and walked into the bathroom in a bit of a panic.
In the bathroom, it was as if the scent of my mother’s body still lingered, which made my cock.
I took a big breath and managed to calm down.
Ghostly, I did not lock the bathroom door from the inside like before, maybe …… maybe the mother just now did not lock the door either? I dare not think further.
As I stripped naked and the warm water left down the nozzle, looking at my highly erect penis, I felt the urge to release again.
It wasn’t that I hadn’t masturbated in the past, but the sensation of masturbation was nowhere near the sensation my mother brought me last night.
All of a sudden I didn’t want to masturbate anymore.
I faced the bathroom mirror and looked at my high cock, rubbing my skin as hard as I could, like I wanted to take out all my lust on the scrubby towel.
Just as I was venting in the bathroom, the unexpected happened.
The light in the bathroom, suddenly went out.
I froze, and all of a sudden I couldn’t see anything in the room.
“It’s not a blackout.”
I quickly determined that it wasn’t a blackout as I heard the sound of a television set outside.
The mother seemed to still be watching TV, so that meant it wasn’t a blackout.
“Could it be a broken light bulb?”
Just when I was confused, the bathroom door actually opened and by the faint light of the TV, I saw my mother actually walk in.
“Mom ……”
I noticed something unusual about my mother, but I waited until she came in front of me before I realized that she was actually naked.
I was stunned all of a sudden.
I had never seen my mother in front of me like this before.
I even forgot to ask my mother why the bathroom and living room lights were out.
“Turn around.”
My mother ordered me with some trembling.
I didn’t quite understand why, but my body still turned like a reflex.
Maybe it was only two or three seconds, but to me it seemed as long as a year.
I felt my mother’s soft hands touch my back, but they didn’t linger long, and soon passed under my armpits and onto my forehead.
Following that, the entirety of my mother’s hot body pressed into mine, pressing against my back.
In those few seconds, I could clearly feel both of my mother’s nipples rubbing and scratching against my chest.
As if realizing something, I grabbed my hands violently behind me, right onto my mother’s upturned jade buttocks.
I really can’t believe that my mother’s body, which I’ve been thinking about day and night, just came to me, and no longer in the darkness of the night like last night’s somewhat coincidental night, but it just really happened right in front of my eyes.
I couldn’t control my body anymore, and the energy that had continued in my lower body for so long began to shoot out uncontrollably.
My mother noticed the change in my body at once, she crouched down and grabbed my spurting cock from behind with one hand, gently rubbing it, which made my spurts even harder, one after another, as if they were endless.
I don’t know how long it took, but I finally snapped out of the pleasure of the jets.
I couldn’t see the expression on my mother’s face, I just felt really embarrassed by what I had just done.
“What a little twerp.”
Instead, my mother stood up and laughed softly, “Cleaned up, right? Quickly wipe it off and come with me.”
I didn’t dare to say more, and after agreeing, I pulled a towel and wiped it carelessly on my body before being led by my mother’s hand and walking out.
Holding my mother’s soft hand, I was a little dizzy, and I was led into the bedroom in such a daze by my mother.
Without more words being exchanged, my mother and I were in bed in a flash, we kissed each other deeply with our lips, and when my mother’s erect nipples traced my body, it would still send a shiver down my spine.
It mesmerized me and our limbs were soon entwined.
Without much warmth, my firm cock entered my mother’s body without any difficulty.
That’s when I realized my mother was already very wet.
Unlike last night, this time it was me on top and her on the bottom.
In turn, my mother’s legs gently opened and parted on either side of my body.
Again, unlike last night, I deeply appreciated the thrill of feeling as if I were going to ascend to heaven.
My penis was very sensitive as a teenager, and I felt my mother’s moist cunt not very tight, but ring after ring just the right amount of softness, tightening around me in a soul-crushing way.
I began to thrust vigorously and uninstructed, and in the darkness I heard her begin to pant heavily, which made me, with almost zero experience, feel a little out of place.
Just as I decided to start slowing down the pace, I suddenly felt a violent contraction deep inside her that gripped my glans like a hand.
How could such excitement be tolerated by a teenager? I erupted violently, my body pressed against my mother in a death grip, itching to rub her into my arms.
The orgasm didn’t last very long, yet it seemed as if a long time had passed.
This is what intercourse feels like …… I thought to myself.
I rolled over and slid down my mother’s body and my wet cock slipped out of her cunt.
It may not be the most intense sex, but it’s definitely the most intense stimulation of the human heart.
After such an incestuous fuck, my mother and I, who were pinned beneath me, were already drenched in sweat.
Perhaps because I ejaculated too quickly, my mother began to comfort me with great experience, telling me that boys are quick the first time and not to mind.
Perhaps because of the fatigue my spirit felt from continuous ejaculation in a short period of time, I actually fell asleep just like that while caressing my mother’s rounded breasts.
When I woke up again, it was around 7:00 a.m. and it was misty.
I still sleep in my mother’s arms.
That’s when I got a good look at my mother’s body in front of me through the daylight.
The plump breasts showed little sign of sagging even when lying flat, they were plump and soft to the touch, and the two nipples were a deep red color, very large, as if they were two beautiful onyxes, and hard to the touch as they traced over the palms of her hands.
I was instantly excited, and my penis was instantly erect again.
I crouched down on my mother’s chest and began to savor those plump breasts, sucking on one and then switching to the other, my mother’s pretty nipples covered in my saliva.
My actions woke up my mother.
I could see her eyes hazel, gently stroking my hair, “Eat, eat ……”
After a short while, I rolled onto my mother’s body and entered her cunt again.
My mother’s cunt was still as warm and moist as it had been last night, wrapping tightly around and around my cock.
I lowered my head and saw that my mother’s pussy pubic hair was thick but neat, and it was very exciting to see my still slightly tender penis moving in and out between the written reddened labia, wrapped in the white pulp secreted by my mother.
I think it was because of the continuous ejaculation, this time I lasted a long time, about ten minutes before I ejaculated.
As before, my body was dead center against my mother’s, and all of my semen was shot as deep as I could into her body.
My mother looked contented as well, and while I was lying flat on my back, trying to rest, she rolled over on her back, her head resting on my shoulder, her hand gently caressing my body.
Looking at my mother, I couldn’t help but talk my way down to her, kissing her forehead and cheeks while fondling her breasts.
Perhaps my kiss tickled my mother, she laughed and pushed my head away, a rose up to ride my waist, lowered her head, and kissed me on the lips.
I was somewhat helplessly passive in bearing my mother’s kisses, her tongue entering my mouth in the first place, and I instantly recalled that dark night the day before, when I too had stuck out my tongue, gently devouring that unrivaled tongue, sucking and smacking it gently as I stroked the tip of my tongue against the body of my mother’s tongue, and swallowed the flavorful saliva that my mother had sent my way.
My eyes widened as I realized that my mother’s eyes were tightly closed, her face was flushed, and her ample breasts were hanging hammered against my chest.
I then reached out and clutched my mother’s breasts tightly, kneading them somewhat harder.
In turn, my mother pressed my hands harder against her breasts.
Our breathing caught and I felt a little breathless, the lack of oxygen made me bite my mother’s tongue slightly harder and the pain made her let go all of a sudden.
She straightened, grinning obsessively, signaling that I’d bitten her painfully, but then nuzzled her lips into a kiss, suggestive of my lips.
For my part, I slipped my tongue into my mother’s mouth as soon as I had unraveled that mumbled cue with the precision of the moment.
I was surprised to find that my mother’s smacking was even more greedy and vicious than mine, until I felt the pain and couldn’t help but wail as well, but she still smacked on, relaxing her mouth just a little.
“Mom …… mom ……”
“Hmmm …… hmmm ……”
We were both moaning randomly as we exchanged intense kisses.
And somehow, I actually got an erection again.
Just as I wanted to roll over and pin my mother down again, she told me to lie still.
I watched as my mother began to kiss my body tenderly and then slowly mounted me, taking my cock into her.
My mother moved gently, unlike my shocking pleasure, her soothing movements, her rhythmic control made me feel comfortable, and her slight leaning forward made it easier for me to caress her breasts.
She asked me gently if it was comfortable.
I said, “Yes, it’s like ascending to heaven, in a heavenly sense.
Mother seemed excited to hear it, but did her best to control the rhythm of her thrusts.
I also did my best to enjoy my mother’s control.
In this way, we seemed to be thrusting for what seemed like a long time, both of us enjoying the pleasure of this mother-son intercourse, and it wasn’t until a long time later that I ejaculated inside my mother’s body.
That’s basically the story of my mother and me.
After that, it happened many more times between my mother and I. We also progressed from just fucking to oral sex with each other, and I fucked my mother anally during the summer of my 17th year in my sophomore year of high school.
All of this has made the relationship between my mother and I, who are dependent on each other, even closer and more mutual.
Of course, those are afterthoughts.
During this period, I slowly realized that my incestuous relationship with my mother could not be seen in the light of day, and that in the future, no matter what, I could only find another woman to marry and finally leave my mother for good.
Later in life, I went to college, and that’s when I realized that going abroad might be the only way that my mother and I would be able to live together in an open and honest way.
So, I doubled my efforts to study harder and succeeded in getting out of the country, while my mother took advantage of her status as a labor exporter and rolled over to my side.
And for that reason, we have even modified our ethnicity and the age of our mothers.
And just like that, we finally started a whole new life in a foreign country ……
Postscript:
This wasn’t supposed to be a pistol article either, so any erotic depictions are minimal. To be precise, this is a short story adapted from a true story that happened to me.
When I was young, the father of one of my hairdressers died on the side of a very busy traffic road because of alcoholism, and when he was found, his body had long since been crushed into paper shreds by a passing heavily laden truck, and the family was indeed all Muslims.
As I recall, his mother, the woman I called Auntie, was very beautiful and never remarried.
At that time, I also used to hang out at their family clinic.
One day after middle school, he suddenly said to me very mysteriously, “So-and-so, do you know what a woman is?”
I was confused and didn’t pay any attention to this nervous guy.
At that time, my whole body and mind were almost put on the soccer field, and every day I got up early in the morning and sweated with my buddies on the soccer field.
But his words stayed imprinted on my heart.
It wasn’t until I saw his disdainful expression one day after high school, when a whole bunch of us boys were talking about how girls were, that I suddenly thought of his quote and his beautiful mother, that I suddenly came to a realization.
Then later, I heard that this guy passed the TOEFL and GRE exams without graduating from his senior year, and went to that faraway United States of America, becoming the envy of everyone around him, the child of someone else’s family, while his mother also left China through various means, even after inexplicably changing her ethnic identity.
This time of year, when I think again of the words he whispered to me in middle school, I can’t help but feel a lot of emotion ……
There is no direct evidence of a relationship between him and his mother, but in my opinion, these things don’t matter, what matters is that I firmly believe that his mother and him are truly in love with each other, and that’s probably what really matters to them.