On the surface I was a very good boy, favored by my teachers and envied by my classmates, but in reality I was not what they thought I was, one of the points can be proved, I as a student who just turned 20 even had a six-year history of sexual life.
Here’s the dirty laundry I want you all to confess.
I remember that year was the end of the first year of junior high school summer vacation, my father has been working outside for 2 years, every year only come home on holidays.
My grandparents died when I was very young, so it was just my mom and I at home that summer.
My mom worked in a garment factory near my house, and the boss was so exploitative that she basically had to work 12 hours a day before she could get home, and by then it was 22:00 at night.
In those years, the law and order in our area was not so good, probably because there were especially many foreigners coming to work, and there were a lot of robberies and burglaries at night.
Mom is afraid to go home alone, every day asked me to pick her up, because Dad is not there, so also asked me to accompany her at night who, so in our case, mother and child incest happened.
It was the first day I slept with her, and it happened without either of us actually wanting it to happen; I used to never even think about that sort of thing, and even though I often fantasized about having sex with teachers, classmates, celebrities, etc., I really didn’t think about it at all with my own mother.
Since mom’s bedroom only had an electric fan, she couldn’t add another bed, and my parents had a huge bed, so we slept together.
Because there were a lot of mosquitoes, when I got back that day I took a shower and got into bed and hid under the mosquito net and lay down to watch TV.
Mom came close later and closed the mosquito net, and since I was lying a little outside, she straddled my upper body and tried to go inside to sleep, and unintentionally, something dark and slimy swept in front of my eyes, and even though it was very short, since I was lying down and Mom was wearing those big pantyhose super short pants, her pubic hairs were still very clearly visible to me.
Instinctively like my prick top up, afraid to be found by mom so I lay on my side to sleep, and mom did not even realize that her private parts have been my peeping, not a while and she also lay down.
“Yunfa, sleep flat on your back, it’s blocking me from watching TV.”
Mom said calmly.
I couldn’t, I just had to lie down.
“What’s wrong with you, Unfa?” Mom asked with concern.
“It’s nothing, I’ve got a bit of an upset stomach.”
“Where is it, is it great? Show mommy.”
Since I had just been startled by my mom, my erection went limp and I lay back.
Pointing randomly, he said, “Right here.”
Mom softly rubbed her small, soft hand over my abdomen, “Is this it?” .
Mom’s sensual cleavage had made me think of her completely as a woman, and my lower body couldn’t control its expansion, “Mmmm.”
Mom had sensed the change and a blush spread across her face, “We’ll go to the hospital tomorrow.”
Seeing this change in my mom my brain had filled with blood and she had taken me for a man or her face wouldn’t have been red.
What to do? I wanted to rush up and fuck her right away, I craved this so much, one is always interested in what is mysterious and has not happened.
I’d love to know what intercourse is like.
But I was still afraid to do it, I could only think about it in my head because I was a good boy and morals governed me.
The TV was over, the night was late, and I lay still, unable to sleep, my mind filled with my mom’s pubic hair, breasts, and reddened little face.
I fantasized about making love to my mom against all odds, throwing any morals out the window.
I don’t know if it’s been more than an hour, but I turn around and see that my mom is being laid on her side towards me, not sure if she’s asleep or not.
I called softly, “Mommy, Mommy-” with no response.
I don’t know why I have an impulse, I lay on my side, my face close to my mom’s hair, smelling her body scent, my penis is even bigger, the desire is also more intense, I took off my own underwear, my cock has long been close to the belly, and then hold it against the mother’s groin gently banging, I don’t know how I would have the guts to do this kind of thing, but I do do do it.
There was just a piece of cloth separating her from her mom’s flesh, experiencing that feeling that masturbation had never had before.
Within a few thrusts I realized that my mom seemed to be pretending to be asleep because her breathing was getting more and more rapid.
I was shocked and held against my mom’s groin not daring to move any further.
What should I do if my mom finds out? I didn’t think about that just now, and now I’m a little sorry that I shouldn’t have done it.
Just as I was about to pull out, my mom suddenly turned around, looked at me strangely, and then grabbed a handful of my cock, and before I could react, my mom had removed her panties and was riding on top of me, and then rubbing my cock back and forth as she pressed it against my waist.
I’m excited.
For the first time in my life, I saw a woman’s lower body, although not very clearly, but after all.
The intercourse I’d been waiting for was about to happen, and what a wonderful feeling it was.
Gradually I realized that my mom seemed to produce a sticky fufu liquid in her lower body after rubbing, making it weirdly hard on my belly.
Suddenly she stopped and held my cock in.
Turn the foreskin down to reveal the glans, then she half squatted, with the glans between her wet labia minor rubbing back and forth, I feel the glans numb, my whole body like an electric shock, semen piao out, the whole body feels immense relief.
I had already ejaculated before I even penetrated, a sense of remorse came over me, I had missed an opportunity to experience intercourse, I was so useless, I wanted to cry.
Mom sighed and went into the bathroom.
I knew she blamed me too, and I regretted masturbating a lot and causing me to cum when it mattered.
My mom came out of the bathroom, saw how frustrated I was, and said, “Don’t think too much about it, it happens the first time.”
Then we each went to bed.
I woke up early that day, around 5:00 I think, but in the summer, it was already a little light.
I look at my mom who is still not awake lying on her side with her back to me, I have already missed such a good opportunity yesterday, will she let me in to do this again tonight.
Thinking that there was a chance that I might never get another chance, I didn’t care what it was, I gently went to pull on my mom’s panties, which were rather loose easily showing her ass, and from the back I could see her pubic hair, labia majora and minora, and pink anus.
My penis has long been erect, but I do not know where the penis should be inserted from, no matter what it is against the pinch plug, may be the mother clamped tighter, how can not inserted, just outside the crash, this time the mother woke up again.
She had her panties on in a flash and turned around and said angrily, “Don’t be ridiculous, we’re mother and son, we can’t do this anymore.”
Could it be that yesterday was bullshit? I thought to myself, I must have been so bad last night that she didn’t want to do it again.
“Mom, please, give me another chance?” I pleaded.
“Don’t, I have to work today, you just woke me up, we’ll talk about it later.”
Mom’s tone was slightly calmer.
I was already dog-tired and hugged my mom, crying and begging, “Mom, do it again.
Please, soon.”
I couldn’t stop myself from starting to kiss my mom’s love affair, my cock slamming haphazardly against the small of her back.
Maybe it’s a case of spoiling her son, but mom actually agreed, and if she was sexually impulsive yesterday, doing this today is definitely a form of motherly love.
Gently, he said, “Baby, take it easy, take your time.”
Yes, I haven’t taken off her panties yet.
So I pulled it off and slammed my cock against her bottom.
Still not working. It’s been almost five minutes.
I was anxious and crying, why was it so hard to stick it in! Mom couldn’t look away either, “Lift your ass up first.”
I did as I was told, and then mom took hold of my cock and introduced it to the opening of her vagina, “Push down on it.”
I pushed down, the glans was clamped down, it was hot inside, my cock was clamped tight, and with a certain amount of force, it seemed to loosen up a lot, and my cock was all the way in.
The feeling was so wonderful that after the last experience, I was much more careful and took my time to experience it, so that I could stop in time in case I was going to cum at any point.
I lay down between my mom’s legs in a slow piston-like motion, and after about 70 or 80 thrusts, I felt like I was going to cum.
So I stopped for a while, waiting for that ejaculation to die down, and then started thrusting again.
Gradually I felt my mom’s pussy getting looser and slipperier with each thrust, and I was getting less and less inclined to cum.
I began to speed up the speed and strength of my thrusts, and my mother began to cater to my lifting of her ass, and began to make moaning noises of “mmmm, ah, etc.” After about ten minutes, I began to feel the sensation of ejaculation again, and I slowed down, “Don’t, baby, come on, hard, I can’t do it anymore. I can’t do it anymore.”
Mom pleaded to.
The whole body was like a cross, an immense relief.
Before long, I noticed that my mom’s whole body was starting to shiver and her vagina was contracting, so I figured she should be having an orgasm as well.
I ambled over to my mom, panting like I’d just run a thousand meters.
Mom closed her eyes and gasped just as hard.
“Baby, mommy doesn’t have any strength left, how am I supposed to go to work today.”
She joked, “Come on down.”
I rolled over and said proudly, “I’m okay.”
Mom laughed, “What’s the line, you’re still a useless ghost who ejaculates without penetration.”
“Really?” I pretended to climb up and do it again.
“No, no, can’t mommy beg for mercy?” She said sharply, “I have no strength at all, if I come I will die.”
And so my first sexual experience was complete and quite satisfying.
In the years that followed we made love regularly, with more and more tricks and in more and more places, in the bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room, in the field, in the woods, in the river, and even on the road late at night, and it felt more and more exciting, but as I slowly opened up, the guilt grew stronger and stronger.
But we still can’t help ourselves, and now I’m far away.
Still miss those days of time…