Chapter 1

　　In the early spring of 2004 , I lived in a remote town in the southwest. It was built on the mountain and had only two or three lanes running through it. Apart from that, there were only a few mountain roads that were left behind at some unknown time to lead to the town.

At that time, motorcycles were the main means of transportation in the town. Every week, several old and dilapidated buses drove to the town to pick up and drop off travelers. Most of the young and strong laborers chose to work outside, and fewer and fewer stayed. Most people in the town still guarded their own fields, working from sunrise to sunset. My family was like this, but the slightly better thing was that my mother and I did not live in the mud house beside the fields, but in a small Western-style building in the town. We only went back occasionally to help with things in the fields. My father ran back and forth, taking care of the fields and doing some labor work in the town.

　　My relatives built a building in the town. The exterior walls of the four-story Western-style building were covered with bricks, which made it particularly conspicuous in the town. My father had a very good relationship with this relative. After giving him some gifts, they gave us the most remote room on the top floor where no one lived. Usually, it was just my mother and I. The only toilet was the public toilet at the end of the corridor, and we washed clothes on a small balcony over there. There was no washing machine like today, only a few pieces of wood and a brush for us to wash our clothes by hand. Fortunately, there were only my mother and I living on the top floor, but the small house of thirty or forty square meters did not seem crowded. I had a separate small room, which was made up of a few wooden boards and padded with some cotton wool to serve as a bed. When my father came, he and my mother lived in the master bedroom. When he didn’t come, my mother enjoyed the big bed with a mattress alone.

Living in the town was also for the convenience of me who was about to go to school. Although this mountain village is remote, there are one or two big towns nearby. At that time, the crackdown on pornography and illegal publications and the crackdown on gangs and evil had not yet begun. The people in the town were quite tough, and there were not many well-behaved children in the school. My parents were worried that the mountain road was too long to walk at night, and it would be unsafe to walk home after school at 9 or 10 o’clock in the evening. They were also worried that something might happen to me. Before we moved into the small villa, several large-scale armed fights occurred in the neighboring town. I heard that people died and even the public police in the town were injured.

My mother gave birth to me when she was in her early twenties. Even now, she does not have the bloated and worldly temperament of rural women. Her fair and tender appearance is very different from my honest father. After she gave birth to me, my mother’s figure became plump. Her plump breasts always made her clothes tight. Although her figure has lost the immaturity of a girl, it is still slender, and it does not look like a figure that has given birth to a child at all. The mother of a southern girl has an oval face that looks bright and beautiful. When she lived in the town, she was not idle. She opened a small shop to sell daily groceries, saying that she earned money for her daily meals. Occasionally, she would make some noodles and dumpling skins to sell. At that time, we could not eat anything good in a day. We had porridge in the morning, noodles at noon, and steamed buns and rice with meat filling in the evening. Occasionally, when she was free, my mother would cook two dishes for me and steam a basket of rice. Mixing it with white rice soup was considered a good meal. As for restaurants, there were no such luxuries in the town in those days.

My mother always has a friendly smile on her face when facing outsiders, but she becomes serious and solemn when facing me. Her daily dress is different from that of the women in the town. My mother is 1.6 meters tall and is not short. She can always wear similar clothes with a different style, more like those women who occasionally come back from working outside. Especially when she wears jeans, her thighs and buttocks are stretched and round, plump and fleshy but not bloated, which often makes my heart beat fast.

I was relatively boring. The town was remote and the electricity was often cut off, not to mention the Internet and Internet cafes. The only entertainment facilities were the school playground, some paper and canvas bags that seem useless now, and grass insects in the mountains and fields. At that time, our daily entertainment was to take pictures of foreign paintings, throw sandbags, and catch some crickets and grass insects to amuse the little girls. I was often beaten by my mother for this. She would hit my palms with a thin bamboo stick at any time. But I would rather be educated by my mother. After all, my father was a mountain man and he didn’t know how to control his strength. I felt that I would be beaten to death.

A few years later, I had settled down in school, and the trend of technology blew into the town along with the crowds of migrant workers returning home. There were all kinds of small metal carts that I had never seen before, and every worker had a pager in his hand. Even the post office in the next town had no need to deliver letters, and rarely did people drive their dark green junked cars around the town. It was at this time that I picked up a small tablet in the town, I heard it was called a BB machine, no one used it, but I still kept it as a treasure. My mother found it a little funny, and after thinking about it, she said she would take me to the newly opened mobile phone store in the next town to buy a pager two days later. At that time, she and my father already had one, and she gave me one just to be generous to me.

Two days later, I found a new stall selling used books in the town. My excitement about the phone immediately overwhelmed me. It was the first time I knew that there were so many kinds of books, with pictures and without pictures, especially those thick books with yellow covers. The boss looked at me with a sly smile and pushed several books to me. The books with beautiful women on the cover made me blush and linger in front of the used books stall, especially a pornographic novel , which made my penis hard. I had started to have wet dreams in the previous two years and was obsessed with women’s bodies, but it was not until I saw these books that I had an intuitive feeling. The scenes between the male protagonist and the married woman at the beginning of the book made my blood boil. It was also at that time that I had a clear understanding and desire for sex for the first time.

Soon as the days passed, the atmosphere in the town became better and better, new things were being sent to the countryside, the town began to build roads with great fanfare, and our home had a washing machine and a big color TV. Life began to change with each passing day. My mother bought me a smart phone with a screen and the ability to surf the web. Under the instigation of my classmates, I quickly learned to read pornographic books on the Internet. In addition, I exchanged an MP4 with my classmate, which could watch movies. It was also filled with various Japanese movies that he had carefully downloaded. I, who loved learning, soon became addicted to it, and discovered my own difference among the many tastes. It turned out that I was not simply lustful, but just liked my mother very much. On the Internet, people like me are also called mother complex. When I learned about this term, I was excited for a long time.

I don’t think there is anything wrong with my sexual fetish. My mother is the most beautiful woman in town and the best woman to me. All my classmates envy me for having a cell phone in my pocket. I used to worry about it being stolen or robbed, but in the past two years, I have become bolder, mainly because I am a good student .

The happiest thing for me was to come home from school every day and see my mother standing in the kitchen, preparing dinner for me, or to run to her shop and be alone with her inside the narrow counter and smell her feminine scent.

When I got home from school on Friday, I went to the shop first, and seeing the wooden door was closed and locked, I turned around and rushed home. I saw my mother squatting on the kitchen floor with a plastic basin underneath her picking vegetables. I immediately saw her buttocks that looked rounder and fuller because of squatting. The gray and white trousers barely covered her buttocks, revealing a dark gap where the short-sleeved shirt intersected. I couldn’t breathe for a while, and my mother looked up at me first.

She didn’t notice anything unusual about me, and told me in a soft and cold voice, “ What are you standing there for ? Go change your clothes and wash them. Throw the dirty clothes in the bucket. Dinner will be late tonight.”

I responded, threw my schoolbag on the table in the living room, went to my little room to get clean clothes and went to the bathroom. But my mother looked at me with some confusion, as if she had something to say but finally didn’t say it.

As the sound of water was heard in the toilet, the sound of hot oil for cooking was also heard in the kitchen across the corridor. My mother sorted out the clothes in the house by herself, and I didn’t have the opportunity to steal my mother’s clothes like in the books. But the more she did this, the stronger my desire for her became. After washing a few clothes and putting on clean clothes, I walked back into the house just in time to see my mother putting the dishes on the table. What caught my attention was that there was an obvious oil stain on the chest of her huge breasts that were supporting her short-sleeved shirt.

My mother’s face also looked a little ugly. “Oh, it really is, you were splashed with oil. What are you standing there for ? Come here and scoop up the rice. I’ll go change my clothes first.” After that, she put the dishes on the table and turned to walk towards the master bedroom, meaning that I should go get the rice myself. I watched her walk into the room with her waist swaying, and secretly followed her for some unknown reason.

Maybe I didn’t use enough force when I shook my hands, the door creaked and moved slowly towards the inside. My mother didn’t close the door again. I couldn’t help but go forward and look inside through the crack in the door when I heard the sound of the closet being opened. There was no light on in the bedroom, but it was still day outside. The dim gray light shining in through the window covered with sunscreen stickers revealed the floating dust, and the whole room looked a little desolate. The gray light reflected my mother standing in front of the closet. She had just taken out the clothes and closed the closet. The old wooden closet made the same creaking sound.

My mind was in a mess, and I didn’t consider the consequences of being discovered by my mother. My heart was pounding as I hid my fear but couldn’t stop myself. My mother had already thrown her clothes on the bed, crossed her left and right hands on the hem, and took them off easily right under my nose. My mother obviously didn’t notice me peeping from outside the door. Her fair and delicate skin was exposed, and her flat and smooth belly was in full view. Her plump breasts, which hadn’t been shown to me in a long time, were wrapped in a dark purple bra and actually swayed a few times as they were exposed. They looked extremely soft. Even though I was so far away, I seemed to be able to smell the faint milky scent coming from my mother’s body.

Before I could relax, my mother seemed to feel a little hot or something, and took out a pair of shorts from the closet. Before closing the closet, she turned her back to me and took off her white trousers. Now the thin black panties wrapped in her vagina were instantly exposed to my eyes, and I could see the plump mound. Although it was covered by the underwear, it was still so stimulating that I gasped. My swollen and painful penis hit the door frame directly, making the door make a slight sound.

I was startled and immediately slipped through the crack of the door and walked towards my bedroom, hoping that I would not be discovered. I hoped that I would not be discovered. With this thought in mind, I stayed in my small room for a while. The door was suddenly pushed open. My mother was standing at the door and looked at me deeply, which made my back feel cold.

The mother’s voice was filled with an elusive calmness. “ What are you doing in the room ? Didn’t I ask you to scoop up the rice?”

My mind was a mess and I didn’t dare to look my mother in the eye. I could only pretend to be busy searching in bed. I said that my walkman was lost and I would need it for my homework later. I asked her if she had put it away for me. My mother didn’t answer my question and said nothing behind me. The atmosphere was very awkward. Just when I couldn’t stand the pressure, my mother seemed to sense something and helped me out.

“ If you can’t find it, look for it later . Eat your meal first.” Then he turned and left my room without mentioning what happened just now.

I guessed that my mother had discovered that I was peeping outside her door just now. Such a calm tone was not like her. Instead, I could hear the murderous intent hidden in her tone. I could tell that she originally wanted to teach me a lesson, but for some reason she gave up the idea. Anyway, I escaped the disaster and sat back on the bed. Only then did I realize that I was sweating on my head.

It was not until my mother shouted loudly several times outside the door that I calmed down and walked slowly to the dining table. I thought this way I could avoid eating with my mother, but when I sat at the table, I found that she was picking up the rice slowly today, obviously waiting for me.

When I started to pick up my chopsticks, my mother still picked up food for me as usual, but she had a stern face. I didn’t even dare to breathe and could only eat, accepting my mother’s deathly stare. My guess in my heart became more certain. My mother didn’t have this temper when I got home just now, and with my attitude, even a fool could see what I had done. I only thought of this now and I regretted it so much.

“ How are your academic performance in school ?” my mother suddenly asked me.

Yesterday was the day when the midterm exam results were announced. My mother didn’t ask me yesterday and I thought she didn’t care. I was lucky enough to continue thinking that way until the next day. But today she suddenly brought it up again. Coupled with the fact that I was caught peeping just now, my mind was in a mess and I didn’t know what excuse to make for a moment. My lips trembled for a long time and I finally told the truth.

“ The test scores are among the top 30 in the grade...”

I knew my mother was getting angry without even looking up. I saw her suddenly clench her fist. Sure enough, she put the chopsticks on the table, raised her voice and shouted, “You ‘re ranked 30th?! There are only 60 students in total , and you’re ranked 30th?! How dare you tell me that?!” As she spoke, her hand reached out to grab my ear and twisted it, and I screamed out in pain.

No, you didn’t ask me, I don’t want to say it yet.”

People will laugh out loud when they are extremely angry. My mother sneered and her voice became even sharper, “How dare you talk back to me ! You’ve grown wings, haven’t you! And you even dared to peek at me changing clothes! Who taught you! Who taught you to do these things! Do you have any shame?” She was very angry, but she didn’t punish me physically anymore. She just twisted my ears so much that I felt like they were going to fall off.

When I realized this, I immediately begged her for mercy, “I was wrong ! “

My mother obviously didn’t intend to let me off easily, but she still felt sorry for me and let go of my hand. She still glared at me with cold eyes. She picked up the chopsticks and knocked heavily on the edge of the bowl, saying coldly: “You admit your mistakes so quickly every time? You have never been short of trouble. Do you expect me to forgive you every day? Who taught you this? Are you still secretly reading those pornographic books? “

A year ago, she found me reading those messy pornographic books at a used book stall. She dragged me home and slapped me on the palm of my hand, telling me that if I read them again, she would break my hand. That was the first time she was so mean to me. I was so scared that I trembled and promised that I would never read them again. Now she suspected me again and I immediately explained, “No, I really didn’t read them, but, but, oh, I was wrong, I don’t dare to do it again...”

“Just what! Say it!” My mother’s eyes were wide open. She was insisting that I give a reason. If I didn’t give a good one, I didn’t know what punishment would be waiting for me.

I swallowed hard and could only tell the truth, “It’s just that I’ve grown up and couldn’t help wanting to see my mom.”

“Growing up is bullshit!” Mom was so angry that she slapped me on the shoulder. She was so angry at such an excuse, “You will do these dirty things when you grow up, right? Did I teach you that? Did your teacher at school teach you that?”

I was speechless and could only let her vent her anger. My mother panted and glared at me angrily, her eyes flickering, and suddenly asked in a dangerous tone: “You won’t do that outside--”

“No, no, no, no.” I shook my head frantically.

Seeing her staring at me with distrust, I hurriedly continued, “I, I don’t care what they do , my mother is the most beautiful.”

“roll!”

She glared at me fiercely, and the anger in her words made me shrink my neck. I secretly regretted it but felt a little proud. Looking at my mother’s angry pink face, I felt a little beautiful. My mother’s chest was rising and falling and she was slowly recovering. Her surging breasts made me want to look up and peek, but I was afraid of being punished again. Until a while later, she stared at me and said coldly: “If I catch you peeking again, don’t blame me for being rude!”

I nodded my head repeatedly, afraid of making her angry again. Finally, my mother sighed, her expression softened a little, and she said in a deep voice, “I know you are grown up and you will be curious about many things, but there are some boundaries that you must never cross. I am your mother, do you know that?”

I nodded hurriedly, my face burning, and I didn’t dare to say anything else.

She put down her chopsticks, looked at me for a long time, then slowly stood up and walked back to the room. The oppressive feeling in the air finally dissipated a little, and I glanced at the door furtively. I couldn’t tell whether I felt relieved or heavier in my heart.

Just as I was struggling over whether or not to continue eating, I suddenly heard my mother’s angry voice from the bedroom, “Another! If you dare to get this score again! I will tell your father! I will break one of your legs!”

The roar scared me so much that I trembled all over and didn’t even dare to turn my head.

This meal made me feel very uncomfortable. I felt full after just a few bites. I closed the bedroom door and took the initiative to wash the dishes, wipe the table, cover the dishes on the table with a cover, and hide in my little room, feeling anxious and my heart pounding.

It was only then that I felt the pain in my shoulder. I tossed and turned in bed, my mother’s scolding and the way she changed clothes kept turning around in my mind. I couldn’t calm down, so I secretly took out my cell phone, opened the newly downloaded pornographic novel and started reading. The way the young women in the books constantly bent and catered to their sons made my penis rise again. I recalled the bra my mother wore and her vagina squeezed by her panties when she was lowered. Following the description in the book, I began to imagine my mother moaning under me. My penis became more and more swollen and painful, and I couldn’t help but hold the quilt and thrust it a few times, feeling tingling.

It’s easy for people to get so absorbed in the story in a book that they lose track of time. When I came to my senses, it was pitch black outside. It was almost ten o’clock in the evening. I was so scared that I immediately got out of bed and opened the door. The living room was also dark, and the door to the master bedroom was as still as if it had been nailed shut. I felt relieved but also a little regretful, so I sneaked out of the door, went to the laundry table to wash up and go to bed.

The next day soon arrived. After returning to the room last night, I couldn’t help but look inside again, and ended up staying up until one o’clock. Fortunately, I didn’t have classes today and tomorrow, so I woke up at eleven o’clock. There was still no one in the living room. What was different from usual was that the door of my mother’s room was still tightly closed. My mother wouldn’t be as still asleep as me, so she must be preventing me from entering her room. I muttered a few words in my heart, and too lazy to get dressed, I walked out the door to wash up. As a result, as I reached the corridor, my mother was walking upstairs with a plastic bag. The mother and son’s eyes met, and my mother subconsciously looked down and immediately got angry.

“ You ‘re looking for death by not wearing clothes!” My mother’s eyes were filled with shame and anger. She rushed up to me with things in her hands, and it seemed that she was going to teach me a lesson.

It’s really not my fault this time. I didn’t expect that she would come out at such a good time. I ran into her just as she went out.

The angry scolding scared me so much that I immediately ran to the toilet. My mother’s anger was still chasing me from behind, “You really deserve to be punished, don’t you? You are lazy and eat all day long, and you don’t get up until eleven or twelve o’clock. You don’t learn your lessons every day.” The scolding was like thunder on a rainy day. I didn’t even have the courage to argue. I felt that saying a few words would only make me scold for longer, so I simply turned on the faucet to cover up my mother’s voice.

After I finally finished washing up, I pushed open the bathroom door and saw that there was no one in the corridor. I sneaked to the door of my house, but there was still no one there. However, there was a crack in the door of the master bedroom, so I immediately took two steps back into my room to avoid being caught by my mother again.

As a result, when it was one or two o’clock for lunch, my mother still scolded me. After I finally got through the meal, I continued to hide in my room and read.

After these two days, my mother started to be wary of me. Whenever she was not at home, the bedroom door was closed. I didn’t take it too seriously. Instead, I became addicted to reading and read for several hours every day. If my mother hadn’t been urging me to eat, I might not even bother to eat. I read until eleven or twelve o’clock in the evening every day. Fortunately, I was able to get up in the morning and my mother didn’t notice anything unusual. I read during my free time in class at school. Fortunately, my performance in the last exam was so bad that there was no room for decline. My scores in the next few exams even improved a bit, so my mother didn’t say anything to me.

I did find that several classmates at school liked to read novels like me. However, they were all reading fantasy novels about magic and wizards. Not everyone had a mobile phone or MP4, so they took turns reading. After I showed them the novel “The Young and Dangerous Girl”, these boys became like chicken blood and followed me around every day. We also went to the used bookstall together, which brought some business to the boss. I didn’t stay at home every day, so my mother often nagged me again.

The days passed one by one, and that sneak peek seemed to have been forgotten. In fact, I always remembered it. The more books I read, the deeper my longing for my mother became.

There are really not many young girls in the town, and most of the young ones are ugly, with dark skin or crooked teeth, and there is not a single one with regular facial features. I inherited my mother’s genes. Although I am not handsome, I have a delicate and decent appearance. From my appearance, you can definitely not tell that I am a mother-loving pervert, and I can’t get along with those women. Look at my mother’s appearance of a beautiful girl. As long as she doesn’t open her mouth, her face and skin are no different from the young ladies depicted in paintings and books. She has a mature figure, fat where she should be fat and thin where she should be thin. Her chest is plump, her waist is thin, her thighs are plump and her buttocks are perky, and her legs are straight, which doesn’t make her look fat at all. Just because she is good-looking, the store selling junk has a lot of business all day long. I suspect that those old men who come to buy things just want to take a look at my mother.

With such thoughts in mind, if I didn’t have any plans to hang out with my friends, I would usually stay by my mother’s side in the store, secretly glancing at her good figure. Occasionally, I would get excited when I saw some color of underwear. At the same time, I would also be on guard against customers looking at my mother. My mother didn’t see through my dirty thoughts and thought I had grown up. She became better in temper with me and no longer had a cold face all day long.

Until summer vacation, the weather was getting hotter day by day. We started to put a basin of water at home with a fan on it to add some cool air to the house. The room was also equipped with an air conditioner, but my mother was reluctant to turn it on to save electricity. She always said that it would be cooler at night and asked me to use the fan during the day. However, I only had a cool mat in my room. The hot days at this time were not very hot, with the highest temperature being only about 30 degrees and never exceeding 40. However, because there was no shelter in the countryside and the roads were gray all day, I didn’t like to go out much.

Until the temperature started to rise, my mother finally agreed to turn on the air conditioner, and I no longer had to wake up in the middle of the night to take a cold shower.

As a result, it was only two days after the cool breeze came. One night, my mother suddenly knocked on my door. I was lying naked on the bed reading a novel. The sound scared me so much that I quickly turned off my phone. After waiting for a while, my mother stood at the door and asked me if I was asleep. I opened the door with peace of mind, and saw my mother standing at the door awkwardly in her nightgown. She told me that the air conditioner in her room might not be used regularly and it broke down. I was stunned when I heard it.

The hot night was not very dark, and I could still see the blush on my mother’s face. She was wearing a silk nightgown, and she did not have her usual serious and old-fashioned temperament at all. She had washed her hair and let it fall on her shoulders. She did not open her mouth, which made her look even more gentle and charming.

As a result, just because I glanced at her twice more, my mother glared at me fiercely and said, “ What are you looking at? Get out of the way, we will sleep in the same bed tonight .”

I had no objection to giving up my position, but I did have an objection to my bed. It was fine for me to sleep alone in this bed since I didn’t twist around at night. But with my mom included, there was basically no remaining space. She asked me to sleep on the inside and I was directly against the wall. I simply said that I might have to get up at night, so I let her sleep on the inside and I slept on the outside.

I could see that my mother was also sleepy. The air conditioner broke down late at night and she was in a bad mood and lay down on the mat without saying much to me. She brought a thin blanket and wrapped herself in it, leaving a space outside for me. I lay down and my back just happened to be against hers. As a result, she looked back at me, and I looked at her innocently, but she still didn’t say much.

“Mom, you don’t roll around at night, do you?” I asked worriedly. The main reason was that if she exerted too much force, I might fall under the bed. The floor at home is not tiled, and if I fall and come into close contact with the ground, I will definitely be disfigured.

My mother turned her back to me and snorted coldly, “You are the one who is rummaging around .” But her tone seemed to lack confidence, and I became more and more worried about my situation.

I couldn’t help but continue, “You are my only good son.”

“ What do you want to say ?” Mom said in a low voice. Although she used swear words, there was no anger in her tone.

Ever since I saw mom standing at the door of my room, her charming appearance had already made my heart beat fast. Everything she said was paving the way for this moment. I secretly swallowed and whispered, “Why don’t we sleep on the same blanket? I can hold you or you can hold me, so that you won’t kick me off while you’re asleep.”

My mother suddenly turned around and looked at me with anger in her eyes, “How dare you think of this!” It looked like she just wanted to slap me.

I shook my head repeatedly and turned sideways so that she could see the distance between me and the bed, proving that what I said was true. We were not close to each other to begin with, and my back was against the bed, so it looked easy for me to fall off. Looking at my naked upper body, my mother’s expression changed. Just when I thought she was going to be scolded again, she turned around and fell asleep facing me, “Lie down on your back, stretch your arms and legs over here.”

This arrangement was made because they were worried that I would do something to her, but I had already lay down contentedly, with my left hand wrapped around my mother’s hand, and her whole body pressed against my shoulder. Her left leg was clamped by her plump, white thigh. Fortunately, my penis was not touched , otherwise its erect state would have been exposed. My heart was crooked, and I did not notice the blush on my mother’s face. I only heard her urging me to get a good night’s sleep, and the room fell into silence again.

Of course, my mother didn’t know that I read novels until 1 or 2 a.m. every day. Over time, I had become accustomed to staying up late. Plus, she slept next to me, and the smell of shampoo mixed with her breath kept hitting my shoulders, and the little sleepiness I already had disappeared completely. My mother’s arm around my hand, tightly separated by a silk skirt, also let my arm touch her soft and full chest. I seemed to be able to smell a sweet milky fragrance from such a close distance, although I knew it was an illusion.

I really wanted to turn around and take a peek. At this moment, my mother was sleeping sideways facing me, and her pajamas, which were held together by two straps, must have revealed a large area of ​​white skin. But I was worried that it had only been a short while, and if my mother was still staring at me with her eyes open, I would be doomed. And the possibility of this happening was very high, because my mother was very smart.

Anxious waiting is the most torturous. I tried my best to maintain a calm breathing and suppress my restless and uneasy heart. I persisted for more than half an hour before I pretended to be awake, twisted my neck, opened my eyes a little and looked to my side. I saw only a streak of white in the darkness. It was my mother’s chest.

The skylight on the top of the small room cast in the last light of the night. My mother’s fair and delicate face was right in front of me. She was breathing quietly with her eyes closed, her plump lips slightly opening and closing, and her graceful body leaning against me as if she was leaning against me. She was no longer as tough as before and looked like a little woman. An unknown evil fire was running rampant in my body. I pursed my dry lips, my heart was pounding, but I still didn’t dare to move.

I didn’t know whether my mother was sleeping soundly or not, but her eyelashes trembled slightly, which scared me so much that I immediately turned my head and closed my eyes. It took a long time before I opened them again. I repeated this process for more than half an hour. When I was sure that my mother was still motionless, I became bolder and bolder.

At first I didn’t dare to move. I just leaned my head a little closer and secretly sniffed the fragrance of my mother. The tip of her upright nose was on my shoulder. In the dim light of the night, I could clearly see every eyelash of her eyes. I couldn’t help but twitching my arms, pretending to be a little stiff. My mother was not awakened by me. Instead, she held my arms tightly and let me turn to the other side to feel the full breasts.

With this movement, the collar of the gray-white nightgown was squeezed down, revealing a large area of ​​breast flesh. The dark cleft of the breast appeared directly in front of my eyes, making me unable to help but stretch my neck. The plump and white breast flesh attracted my attention more than the delicate collarbone, and a more intense and faint fragrance rushed straight into my mind.

Before I could get used to it, my mother rubbed her legs against each other, as if she was giving me a massage. Her calves and plump thighs rubbed back and forth, directly clamping my knees and making my thighs stick closer to her. A cotton blanket covered my mother and me. I only had to raise my head slightly to see her plump buttocks wrapped in her nightgown. Her well-proportioned thighs stretched out from the lace hem of her skirt, pressing my thighs tightly against hers. I felt a unique fullness at the root of my thighs, and even through the silk skirt I could feel a heat that was completely different from my mother’s body temperature. My brain seemed to be exploding, and I was sure that I was touching my mother’s vagina.

Knowing this, I became more cautious. Such a God-given opportunity is rare. I waited patiently like the flower expert in the book, occasionally making small movements to affect my mother’s judgment in her sleep. It didn’t take too long before I successfully fell asleep facing my mother.

My mother’s delicate facial features are very close to me, and I have more and more confidence in my own aesthetic taste. There is no other woman with such a soft and fair face in the whole town. Even those young girls in the class cannot compare to my mother. I don’t understand why many books always use adjectives such as youthful and beautiful, as if a young woman like my mother is a little worse. I don’t understand how attractive such a young woman is. For example, my mother, as long as she doesn’t curse people, she is no different from a woman of twenty-six or twenty-seven, but if you taste her carefully, you can feel the maturity and charm of adult women.

I kept sniffing the fragrance coming from my mother. There was no salty smell of sweat. We both used the same soap and shampoo, but I always felt that my mother’s fragrance was more fragrant. This atmosphere made me excited, and the tip of my hard and swollen penis began to secrete some mucus, just like when I was reading pornographic books.

I know that what I did was wrong, but I just like my mother and the smell of her. I even couldn’t help stretching my neck and sticking out my tongue, wanting to lick the tip of my mother’s nose and forehead. But the distance was not enough to touch them, and I didn’t dare to move too much for fear of waking her up. Only my thighs couldn’t help twitching a few times. My mother rubbed against me in her sleep, and my thigh flesh pressed tightly against her vagina, feeling the softness from there.

After a while, I was completely relieved. The arms that were wrapped around me loosened a little, and I began to gently caress my mother’s lower abdomen. Because my mother slept on her side, there was a large empty area in her nightgown, leaving even less space for me to touch. But I couldn’t stand this anymore. I wanted a closer contact with my mother. This thought was burning in my heart, so I simply went all out and hugged my mother with my right hand, pretending to turn over in my sleep.

The movement was very large and my whole body was moving. My mother’s steady breathing was interrupted and she must have noticed it. I closed my eyes and couldn’t see the situation and was extremely nervous. After waiting for a while, my mother began to twist her body. She simply let go of the hand that was holding me and lay down flat to sleep. Her legs were stretched out, and my leg was pressed on my mother’s other leg, and I could no longer touch that mysterious vagina.

I felt a little regretful that I hadn’t opened my eyes yet. After waiting for a while, I squinted my eyes, and then I opened them wide. My mother’s proudly towering breasts were beside me, and the slender shoulder straps near my shoulders slipped down. Although I couldn’t see the deep cleavage between her breasts, my hands were still on my mother’s body. At this moment, my hands were pressing on my mother’s lower abdomen, and my palm was directly grasping the other breast. I could feel the full and soft touch, and my hands were full of soft, tender and fatness. One hand could not grasp my mother’s breast at all.

The soft flesh feels great to the touch, and the fragrance emanating from the black hair is refreshing. More importantly, this is the first time I have touched my mother’s body so closely. This sense of accomplishment really makes me feel relaxed all over.

I couldn’t help but raise my lower body, letting my hard and hot penis get close to my mother, wanting to pursue more pleasure.

Chapter 2

My mother and I were squeezed on a bed, and all I could smell was her rich feminine fragrance. Pressing against her delicate body, I had secretly taken off her panties a long time ago. My penis was rubbing against her thin nightgown, and I could feel the warmth of my mother’s body passing to my lower body through the cool fabric. It was a pity that I couldn’t have direct contact with her white and tender thigh skin. Looking at my mother who was sleeping soundly, I was so blatantly desecrating her. The strong stimulation made me feel hot all over, and I couldn’t help but arch my body and start moving up and down.

I didn’t dare to use too much force for fear of making a noise, so I rubbed back and forth like this. My mother’s nightgown was lifted to her knees by me. I wanted to continue to desecrate her like this, but suddenly I felt something sticky on the head of my penis, and a large area of ​​her nightgown was stained on it. I knew that it was my own semen that rubbed against my mother. If she saw it tomorrow, the strong regret and fear made me stop. It was already very late, so I fell asleep in my arms while hugging my mother, with my hands still on her breasts.

When I woke up the next day, I opened my eyes while lying flat on my back. I don’t know how my mother slept all night. She hugged me tightly on my chest. My mother’s light but uneven breathing hit my face. The familiar fragrance lingered around my neck. One of her legs was placed under my penis , and my testicles touched the white and smooth thigh meat. No wonder I slept so comfortably and my penis became hard early in the morning.

But I didn’t dare let my mother see me in this state. After a few minutes, I secretly put my underwear back on and managed to calm down. My movements were quite large and my mother suddenly rubbed against me, and her soft and plump breasts rubbed against my shoulders again. Before I could react, she had opened her eyes and saw me looking at her. Her eyes were still a little blurry after just waking up. She followed my gaze and found that two people were sleeping in a very intimate position. My mother had just woken up and her cheeks were red. I couldn’t tell if she was shy or not, but she saw the teasing on my face clearly. I just grinned and wanted to laugh, but my mother patted my shoulder like a spoiled child, got up from the bed, stepped over me and hurried out of bed.

I waited on the bed for a while, until I heard a sound from the bedroom outside, then I went out carelessly. The door of the master bedroom was closed tightly by my mother again. I didn’t care and went to wash up directly. Anyway, there was no one to repair the air conditioner in our town, and if that thing broke, it would take ten days or half a month to repair it.

Sure enough, after I finished drinking the cold porridge in the refrigerator and ate two pieces of watermelon, I was sitting at the small table in my room doing my homework wearing only a pair of underwear. My mother pushed the door open and walked in. She was not wearing a nightgown, but a short-sleeved shirt and sports shorts. Her breasts were bulging, and her whole white legs were exposed in front of me. I was still holding a pencil in my hand to do my homework. I turned my head and looked at my mother with my eyes wide open. The feeling of last night seemed to appear in my hands again.

“ Are you doing your homework? You’re so well behaved.” My mother was a little surprised that I was so self-conscious. It was rare to see me concentrating on studying. She smiled more often, but her face darkened when she saw my clothes.

“ You ‘re not wearing any clothes, you’re afraid of catching a cold, right?” She leaned over, looked at the exercises on my desk, and hit me twice.

It was so hot and it was uncomfortable to wear clothes. I resisted my mother’s scolding and explained to her with a playful smile, looking at her.

The neckline of her short-sleeved shirt was low to begin with. When she leaned over to me and bent over, her chest and large white and tender breasts were directly in my sight. I couldn’t even see her plump thighs. I couldn’t help but take a deep breath and pretended to be disgusted to make some room so that my mother wouldn’t see my dirty thoughts. I responded to her casually, “Mom, what are you doing here again ?”

My mother pulled my face in annoyance and said, “You know the air conditioner in my room is broken, why are you asking ?”

I quickly admitted my mistake and explained, “It’s not like I forbid you to come to my room.”

“I can come to your room whenever I want.” My mother raised her chin proudly .

She lost interest in the summer homework book after taking two glances, and turned to lie on my bed. I looked at her heavy breasts shaking back and forth as she fell down. The erotic scene made my penis hard. Fortunately, there was a table to cover me and my mother was in the room. I suddenly felt that doing homework was not so boring. Instead, it felt like I was showing my growth in front of my mother.

As a result, less than an hour later, I suddenly heard a faint snoring sound from the bed. I turned around and saw that my mother had fallen asleep on the bed with the sheets in her arms. Her legs were clamped around the blanket that I usually covered myself with, and they were rubbing against each other occasionally. The ten toes of her long and slender feet were curled up unconsciously. The wonderful feeling of last night had not yet subsided, and my mother’s sleeping posture made me distracted.

Now I lost the mood to continue doing my homework. After thinking for a while, I yawned and moved closer to her. I got on the bed and slept next to her. I even squeezed her on purpose and said, “Mom, go in a little. I want to take a nap, too.”

My mother didn’t wake up, nor did she react to my touch. She muttered a few words and moved inside, ending up directly against the wall. She didn’t sleep very comfortably. I lay down flat on my back, and was just about to do something, but unexpectedly, my mother was one step ahead of me. She turned her head as if she was half asleep, and instinctively covered me with the quilt. Under the blanket, she hugged me again, just like she did before, but because I was lying lower this time, it was as if I was held in her arms. Her pink lips were very close to my cheek, and I tilted my head without thinking, and my lips touched my mother’s lips directly. I felt a cool and soft touch, and a trace of moisture flowed directly into my mouth. It was my mother’s saliva. When this thought came to my mind, my mind went blank for a moment. My mother still didn’t react, but she might have felt my breath hitting her face, and she leaned back uncomfortably.

The air conditioner was whirring, and the scorching sunlight from above fell into the room unobstructed. I breathed in the fragrance of my mother’s body, and sleepiness and lust were intertwined in my mind. I boldly hugged my mother’s waist, and our bodies were tightly pressed together, like a sweet mother and son. I took a deep breath and kissed my mother’s collarbone, and then I fell asleep contentedly.

I slept so soundly that I lost consciousness. When I woke up, the room was all orange, the sun had set outside, and I was the only one left in the bed.

When I walked out of the bedroom, I smelled the aroma of cooking from the kitchen. My mother was standing in front of the gas stove, waving a spatula. She was still wearing the same clothes she wore at noon. I could see her bra straps from behind, and her plump buttocks occasionally shook. I really wanted to slap her hard, but when I thought about my mother’s temper, I gave up this suicidal idea.

She turned around and saw me standing at the kitchen door. Her good mood suddenly sank. She raised the spatula and started scolding, “ Go back to your room, put on your clothes and come out again!”

I immediately went back to my room in dejection and put on a pair of large shorts, but I really didn’t want to wear anything upper body. My mother saw that she frowned but didn’t say anything.

For two or three days in a row, I did my homework in my room after dinner. My mother wore several nightgowns every day, and her daytime nap was not regular. Thanks to her, I had no time to secretly read novels these days, and I felt very suffocated. Today, my mother pushed the door into my bedroom as usual, but the difference was that she had taken a shower today and was wearing a nightgown. Her hair was still wet and she was holding a hair dryer in her hand. When she saw that I was doing my homework, my mother frowned and was about to leave. I immediately stood up and took the hair dryer from her hand.

Seeing how attentive I was, my mother asked in confusion, “What are you doing? Go do your homework.”

I took her arm and sat down at my seat, throwing my homework aside, “Come, let me blow dry your hair.”

“Why are you being so attentive to me?” My mother said with disdain, but she looked quite pleased. She sat in the seat I had just sat, picked up the homework I threw aside, and enjoyed my caring as I blow-dried her hair. I doubted whether she could understand the contents of the exercise book. She started to ask about my study progress, but I evaded the question.

“You will be going to high school next year. What are your plans?” Mom suddenly asked me about my academic plans in a serious tone. “Mom hopes you can study hard and pass the college entrance examination to bring honor to our family.”

I pouted, “You are so willing to throw me away. There are no good high schools in the nearby towns. If I want to go to college, I have to go to a good high school in the city. There is no place to live there, and the study pressure is too great.”

This sentence left my mother speechless. She could only sigh deeply. I don’t know what she was thinking.

After helping my mother blow dry her hair, I took the hair dryer and went out of the bedroom to wash up. When I returned to the room, I was only wearing a pair of shorts. The light was still on in the room. My mother was lying on the bed, not knowing what she was thinking about. She looked up at me and her eyes fell on me. She seemed to be in a bad mood and turned her head away without even the intention to scold me.

Turn off the lights and go to bed.

It wasn’t the first time we slept together, and my mother wasn’t as resistant as the first time. I also became more and more aggressive in rubbing her body. My mother lay on her side next to me. The dark nightgown she wore today was very short, covering only her thighs. I could see her underwear with just a little lift. I was so excited at the thought that I couldn’t sleep. I waited quietly until the night was deep. My mother occasionally sighed beside me, and when I heard her steady breathing, it was already past the turning point, and I almost fell asleep.

This time she didn’t hold me. I suddenly felt thirsty, so I got out of bed and went outside to get a glass of water. When I returned to the bedroom, a cool breeze hit me. I squinted my eyes comfortably and turned around to see my mother lying down and sleeping.

The nightgown was wrinkled by her sleeping, revealing her snow-white thighs. I walked around the bed and easily saw the gray-white cotton underwear. I once again saw the plump mound wrapped in the underwear. It was just a normal bulge, but when I thought that this was the pussy I had seen countless times in books , and it was my own mother’s pussy , my penis became hard. The mysterious pubic mound was covered tightly by the underwear, but a lot of black pubic hair was exposed on the edge, which felt very tempting and I couldn’t take my eyes away.

Looking at my sleeping mother, I tentatively reached out my hand to touch her waist beside the bed. My mother didn’t react at all and didn’t move at all. Seeing this, I became bolder and slowly moved down along her elegant waist. Soon, I passed over her nightgown and touched her exposed delicate thighs. I gently stroked her and observed my mother’s reaction.

My palms were wandering on her skin. My mother’s thighs were soft and delicate, smoother than white flour steamed buns. Her fair skin felt very good and elastic. My mother’s legs were also very beautiful. She didn’t look fat at all, but her thighs were still plump and fleshy, which made me indulge in her hands. The well-proportioned curve of her calves extended all the way to her feet, and her slightly curled toes looked very cute. My mother didn’t react when I touched her secretly. I couldn’t help but lift up the hem of her nightgown, wanting to get deeper into her hot body, and soon I succeeded.

The plump buttocks felt the same as the thighs but felt fuller and fuller. I pinched them gently a few times and wanted to go deeper. The swelling and pain in my lower body made me unable to calm down. I took off my underwear early and stood half-naked in front of the bed, looking at my mother who was like a lamb on the bed, with my penis erect and swollen.

I really want to insert it, into my mother’s little pussy .

I squatted down and lowered my head towards my mother’s vagina. The hair on my mother’s vagina became more luxuriant. The cotton underwear had been washed many times and was a little transparent. My mother’s vagina did not have the fragrance I had imagined or in novels. In fact, it had a slight dry fishy smell, mixed with the fragrance of soap and a little bit of the cotton smell of underwear. Although it did not smell good, I found it extremely stimulating and my penis even hit the edge of the bed.

I lifted up my mother’s nightgown, exposing her panties completely. My mother seemed to feel cold and moved. I turned over and lay behind her, gently touching her back. Soon my mother calmed down and fell asleep, and my fingers had touched her vagina. Although there was panties between us, the hot and soft feeling made my breathing heavier. After I touched her twice, she suddenly turned around. I quickly pulled my hand back, regretting that my view was blocked by her two plump breasts. My mind became active again, and I hugged my mother’s waist as before. My palms touched directly under the erect breasts, and I gently kneaded the soft breast flesh.

“Hmm...” A sudden moan came from my mother’s mouth, which scared me so much that I trembled all over. I immediately closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Soon I felt my mother move, probably because she felt the weight on her body, but she didn’t say anything. I felt my face being scanned back and forth by my mother’s eyes, as if to confirm whether I was asleep or not. She pulled my hand away, and pulled her nightgown, but her eyes were always on me. I tried to keep a steady breathing to prevent my mother from seeing through me.

“Are you asleep?” Mother’s question suddenly came from the quiet room.

This one sentence made sweat break out on my back, and my head became clear instantly, and all sleepiness disappeared. I pretended to be dreaming and chewing my teeth, pretending that I had fallen asleep.

After a while, my mother stopped moving, as if she thought I was asleep, and lay down again. I didn’t dare to move and waited for a while. I secretly opened my eyes when I felt safe, and I bumped into a pair of sparkling eyeballs.

Fuck, she was actually squatting on me! Being stared at by my mother, I just calmed down a little and became nervous again. I subconsciously turned over, pretending that I was sleepy and turned away from my mother’s sight.

As a result, my mother kicked my instep, and she turned around and slept on the other side with her back to me. The room became quiet again, and there was no further news.

I fell asleep in a state of fear and had an extremely uncomfortable sleep. When I opened my eyes, I felt a headache. I was the only one left in the bed. I was playing with my mobile phone in bed. I didn’t dare to go out for fear of running into my mother. I didn’t know how to face her. I didn’t expect that it was almost noon and it was still very quiet outside. I was a little panicked. I walked out of the bedroom door in a few steps. The living room was empty and the door of the master bedroom was also open. I looked around, but there was no sign of my mother, and there was no one in the kitchen, and there was no lunch on the stove as she usually prepared for me.

I hurried out, washed up quickly, changed my clothes, and walked towards my mother’s shop. From a distance, I saw that the roller shutter door had been pulled up. It seemed that my mother just came out to open the shop and not go home. What I was worried about did not happen.

After thinking about it, I plucked up the courage to walk over. When I entered the store, it was a little dark because the lights were not on, but my mother had cleaned it very well. Various things were placed on the counter in a mess, such as mosquito coils, fans and other groceries. An old man was staggering around in the store, and from time to time he looked at my mother who was watching the color TV inside the counter.

My appearance made my mother raise her head, with a hint of surprise and other emotions in her eyes. She was about to say something, but she saw me glaring at the old man fiercely and walking to his side as if in protest. The old man was frightened and walked out of the store at full speed.

“What are you doing ?” Mom scolded me angrily.

She was still willing to talk to me, so I relaxed a little, walked over to her side with a smile, and told her that the old man had no good intentions and was disrespectful to his elders. My mother just looked at me with disdain and continued to eat melon seeds and watch TV.

“It’s so hot in the store, why don’t we move the TV back inside to watch it?” I suggested in a low voice.

It was indeed very hot in the store. My mother was wearing a white camisole and shorts, like a girl in her twenties. She had her hair tied in a ponytail, revealing her smooth and slender neck and collarbone. My mother’s cheeks were rosy, and you could see beads of sweat sliding down. No wonder the old man was stunned. Even I, who was by her side every day, was drooling at his sight.

My mother gave me a sidelong look and said, “I’ve already asked someone to fix the air conditioner. I won’t be sharing a bed with you in a couple of days.”

The news was like a bolt from the blue. I stared at my mother blankly. I understood what she meant. She wanted to keep a distance from me because she caught me touching her last night.

When I got home in the evening, my mother was preparing dinner in the kitchen. I sat stupidly at the dining table, watching my mother’s busy back, feeling full of regret.

I heard that the air conditioner repairman will be here tomorrow. Is tonight my last night with my mom?

After knowing the news, I was a little absent-minded while eating, luckily my mother didn’t notice.

Before I could calm down, my mother had already prepared the food and urged me to eat. The light in the living room was a little dazzling. I lowered my head, eating rice in the bowl, and my mind was wandering.

My mother was sitting on the side watching her phone. When she heard my footsteps, she looked up and said, “Eat, and remember to do your homework after eating.”

I responded softly and picked up a piece of food with chopsticks, but I was still thinking about what happened last night.

My mother seemed to see through my thoughts. She put down her phone, glanced at me, and said in a faint voice, “ You were in good spirits just now. Who are you showing off to now?”

I was stunned for a moment and quickly shook my head, “No.” Mom glanced at me, got up and picked up a fan and placed it on the table. She plugged it in for ventilation. The humming noise came and I was no longer thinking about anything.

“Mom...” I hesitated for a few seconds, but finally asked, “You said last night that you wouldn’t squeeze in with me after the air conditioner was fixed. Is it because you think I’m annoying?”

After hearing this, my mother was stunned for a moment, and then she couldn’t help rolling her eyes, “Are you annoying or not? You are getting older, you should focus on studying, and stop doing unnecessary things all day long.”

My mother left some space for me in what she said. I lowered my head in embarrassment, not knowing how to continue, so I just focused on eating.

After a while, the silence became unbearable.

Mom sighed and spoke again: “Son, you have to study hard. Our family has worked hard for generations, and you are the only one who looks like a good student. Your father and I are counting on you to have a good life in the future.”

I said awkwardly: “I know, but--”

My mother interrupted me and said, “It’s okay. You are young and ignorant now. You need to know whether you should do something or not. You don’t need to be taught.”

“But... it’s very uncomfortable.” I don’t know why I suddenly became so brave. I just said this and then lowered my head. My mother was obviously angry and clenched the chopsticks to hit me. I was ready to be beaten, but the chopsticks didn’t fall on my head for a long time. I was happy and just raised my head secretly. My mother got up and put away her bowl and chopsticks. It seemed that she couldn’t eat anymore. She left me with only her swaying and mature back.

After dinner, I went back to my room and lay on the bed, listening to the sound of water in the kitchen. My mother was still busy cleaning up the dishes. The sound coming through the door seemed a little far away. I kicked the quilt and idly pressed the buttons on my mobile phone, my mind was a mess with thoughts of my mother.

As the night deepened, the only sound in the room was the hum of the air conditioner. I could still hear the mechanical movement of the clock hands on the living room wall. Time passed by minute by minute. I had already washed up but my mother had not entered my room yet. Was she planning to sleep away from me completely because it was too hot tonight? I felt so upset that I tossed and turned in bed. I couldn’t fall asleep. Everything seemed calm, but it was suffocating.

I don’t know how long it was before I started to feel drowsy and just as I fell asleep, I felt someone kicked my instep and it hurt.

I opened my eyes in a daze and saw my mother pushing me towards the bed. She must have kicked me accidentally. Her face was red, obviously from the heat. I could even see drops of sweat in the night. My head was buzzing and all my sleepiness disappeared in an instant.

I retracted my feet and rubbed the place where I was kicked, making some space for her. I felt aggrieved and excited at the same time, and wanted to say something out loud, but my mother obviously didn’t intend to give me this opportunity. She just turned her back to me, breathing evenly, as if she fell asleep at the speed of light. The faint scent of shampoo mixed with her unique body temperature, a warm and soft sweetness enveloped me.

The faint fragrance seemed to be quietly penetrating my consciousness. It was not strong, but floated by lightly and just stayed in my breath, making my heart beat faster, as if a hidden string was touched by an invisible hand. A complex emotion inexplicably surged in my chest. I couldn’t tell whether it was peace of mind or a strange throbbing. It was difficult to calm down. I subconsciously sniffed at the mother beside me, trying to bring the scent closer to me. My thoughts became increasingly blurred, as if being pulled by the fragrance, and the soft and cool feeling that my palm had touched kept emerging in my mind.

My mother moved as if she sensed something, but still didn’t look back.

“mom?”

I suddenly started shouting. My mother was obviously not asleep yet and she started to shudder. She responded to me unhappily, “ Go to bed .”

Fearing that she was worried, the mother added, “ Do n’t think too much. You are my only son. Everything in this family is for you. You should be more sensible.”

After being lectured like this, the love in my heart was suppressed by my mother. After a long silence, she seemed to fall asleep. I was still looking at her back with full attention. My mother didn’t wear those nightgowns tonight. She changed into thin pajamas with strawberry patterns on them. The strawberries were stretched out by her plump buttocks and looked bigger than other parts of her body.

I understood why my mother changed her clothes. She must have been worried that I would still be disrespectful to her, so she endured the heat and changed into this outfit. But even so, when I thought of her sleeping next to me, even if she was not wearing that beautiful nightgown, I felt the desire again. After all, a mature and beautiful young woman sleeping next to me, with that unique feminine fragrance, was very arousing. Moreover, it was the mother who raised me. The stimulating sense of guilt easily made me lose my mind.

Time is ticking, and I am waiting patiently like a hunter, waiting for my mother to fall asleep.

I almost fell asleep, and secretly took out my cell phone hidden under the bed to check the time. It was 2:37 in the morning.

My mother had half of her body collapsed and was lying flat on her back, with her face tilted to the other side. It looked like she was definitely asleep. I was certain that I couldn’t wait any longer, or I would be so sleepy that I had to rely on my desire for my mother to keep my mind going.

I turned over and faced my mother sideways, and moved my body as if unintentionally to lean against my mother’s curvy figure. My penis was pressing against her shorts as if it wanted to penetrate her, and it directly hit her soft and delicate thighs. Even with two layers of cloth between us, I was excited. My actions did not cause any reaction from my mother, and her breathing was normal. I soon became dissatisfied with such contact, and tentatively put my palm on my mother’s flat belly again. The hem of her pajamas was not long enough and just reached her waist. My mother moved casually twice, and the hem of her pajamas had already curled up, but I didn’t dare to reach in this time. I gently stroked my mother’s flat belly like stroking soft cotton, feeling her body temperature and occasionally touching my mother’s soft and tender lower breasts.

It was quiet all around, with only the night falling into this long and narrow room. The noise of the broken air conditioner blocked the sound of my hands groping in my mother’s pajamas. I leaned against my mother’s shoulder, with only sexual desire left in my mind. I sniffed the fragrance and slowly gained pleasure from my lower body and hands on my mother’s body.

Touching her belly was not enough, so my hand couldn’t help but climb up to my mother’s fat buttocks again, but my fingers scraped the waistband of her pants. I squinted my eyes and didn’t notice that my mother’s breathing paused. My hand was suddenly grabbed. I was so scared that I trembled all over and looked up subconsciously, and saw my mother’s angry eyes staring at me. I was so scared that I dodged backwards, but my hand was held tightly by my mother. There was no room to escape with the wall behind me. Before I could react, my mother raised her body and a dark shadow hit me on the shoulder.

I felt pain but dared not scream out. However, mother also let go of my hand, and I could rub my shoulder. Mother’s face was frosty, and she raised her hand as if she wanted to slap me a few more times. All I could think was: It’s over, I’m going to be beaten to death. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I subconsciously hugged mother’s body, opened my hands and hugged her shoulders tightly, and suddenly pressed her under the bed . She obviously didn’t expect me to fight back. She screamed a few times and immediately resisted. I held her down tightly. At this point, desire drove me to start stripping off her clothes. I was not afraid of mother’s eyes that seemed to want to eat me, and I don’t know where I got the courage and bravery.

Soon, the buttons of her thin pajamas were torn by me, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin. My mother was horrified and kept pushing me with her hands, trying to push me away. At this time, she didn’t think of hitting me, nor did she continue to yell. I guess she was worried that the relatives below would hear her, and also because I was her biological son. But now the biological son she cared about was trying to use her beautiful body to satisfy his despicable desires. I gasped and kept opening my mouth to say, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Mom, I feel so uncomfortable.”

My mother was extremely angry and yelled in a low voice: “Get out! You beast! Get out!”

“I really feel uncomfortable, Mom.” I had already straddled my mother, pressing on her with all my strength. My chest was pressed against her two huge breasts . My mother was still pushing my shoulders, and I pressed them down with both hands. She raised her legs again, but I was sitting on her lower abdomen , and she didn’t have the strength to push me away, and I had already started licking her face.

My breathing became heavier, and my mother was still scolding me in a low voice. She had never seen me like this before, and she seemed to be so scared by me that even her resistance became a little weaker. “ What are you doing ! Are you crazy in the middle of the night? Do you really want to die?!”

“Mom, I feel so bad, I really feel so bad, I can’t bear it anymore.” I whispered in a daze.

“You! - Wait until I get up, and I’ll give you a discount on my hand!”

I wanted to kiss my mother’s mouth, but she kept dodging. I had to give in and kiss her cheek, then licked down in her angry eyes, across her delicate collarbone, and came to the cleft of her full breasts. Even though the buttons were torn to pieces, the pajamas were still trying to protect their owner’s privacy, and the nipples and the large area of ​​breast flesh on them were not exposed. I couldn’t free my hands to lift them up, so I hurriedly buried my head in the deep hidden breasts. The warm milk aroma with a faint salty taste broke into my mouth and nose, and I licked it directly with my tongue.

“Um……”

My mother suddenly made a nasal sound and her whole body trembled. I seemed to be encouraged and licked her even harder. The white breast flesh was like honey and I opened my mouth and tried to take it in. If I couldn’t, I would use my teeth to leave a mark. The soft and delicate touch with the mature milk fragrance made me feel so good that my penis became even harder and pressed against my mother’s lower abdomen.

“Don’t... don’t bite...!” The sensitive breasts were stimulated, and my mother’s cheeks soon turned red and she cursed angrily. I bit her breast flesh unscrupulously, and the hardness of my teeth engraved into the depths of the soft breasts, bringing a stronger tingling pleasure. The hardness and heat from her lower abdomen made her mind upset. Her legs struggled harder and harder to push me off, but I was very fast and pressed my mother even harder. I pressed my head on her shoulders and stretched out a hand directly into the waistband of her pants to insert into her honey pot. Soon I touched a large area of ​​thick hair, which was still hot.

My mother seemed to be frightened by me. She was a little slow to react. She quickly pulled at her waistband with her hands, which had just been freed. It was obvious that I was getting deeper and deeper. She was so ashamed and angry that she grabbed my arm and said, “What the hell are you doing? I’m your mother!”

“I don’t know either, Mom, just let me touch it, just touch it.” I begged bitterly. My fingers were already very close to the mysterious slit of flesh. The mysterious little hole that I had seen countless times in books and movies but had never seen its full appearance was right within my reach. I was absolutely unwilling to give up like this, and my eyes became crazy.

“Believe it or not, I will break your hand! Do you still know that I am your mother!” Mom saw my madness, and her tone suddenly became weak. I simply stopped talking and tried harder to break free from my mother’s restraints. My mother held my hand tightly again, and her nails were about to pierce into my skin. I didn’t feel any pain. The two of us were temporarily deadlocked. We struggled for a long time, and we sweated a lot even in the air-conditioned room. The smell of my mother’s exposed chest became stronger and stronger, and I felt a wetness in my chest.

My heavy breath hit the soft and crystal earlobe, and it soon became unusually red. I couldn’t help but stick out my tongue and lick it gently. Mom immediately trembled as if she was electrocuted, and her hand loosened. I took the opportunity to insert my hand into the crack of her thigh, and soon felt wet. Mom’s thighs were covered with sweat, and it seemed to be sticky. I didn’t think much about it, and my fingers touched the bottom of her panties, and I was already on Mom’s pubic mound.

I started with two soft labia majora, which were plump, tender and soft. The slit in the middle was already wet, and there was a hard bump on top. When my fingers ran over them, my mother obviously shook again. I immediately realized that was the legendary clitoris, which was not what I thought.

I suddenly laughed and said, “Mom, you are already wet.”

“You are really a beast!” Mom scolded me angrily, but there was no further words. Although her legs were still tightly clamped on my hands, the strength in her hands had weakened a lot. Looking at her rosy face that seemed to have some tears in it, I suddenly felt a little guilty. Mom has given so much for me, but now I do this to her and even say such words to tease her. I am really a piece of shit.

But the fire in my heart was burning me through, and I couldn’t stop.

“I just want to touch it, okay, mom, just this time.” I suddenly took the initiative to surrender.

My mother angrily said, “Get out! I will tell your father about this tomorrow and he will beat you to death, you beast.” There was no possibility of negotiation. Her voice was trembling and her tone became unnatural.

I didn’t hear anything unusual. My mind was filled with her words that she would ask my dad to beat me to death. With my dad’s strength, one ruthless slap would break my neck and I would definitely be dead. I suddenly rubbed my fingers back and forth on the cleft of our flesh. Soon, my mother trembled even more violently, and her palms felt thick, wet, and hot. It seemed as if it would burn my fingers.

I couldn’t help but feel proud. Although I knew that my mother was so sensitive because she hadn’t had sex for a long time, she was my mother. Now she was leaking her juices under the hands of a son like me. Thinking of this, I suddenly changed my tone and said, “Mom, I’m really tired. The pressure of studying is so great. I have so much homework to do every day, and I have to take exams. You all want me to get into a good university, and you don’t care whether I can bear it or not. I really feel like I’m going crazy. Please let me vent once, just once, okay?”

“I am you . ?” Mom’s face flushed. Maybe she was really unable to use any strength, or maybe she was affected by my long words, and her resistance actually weakened.

I took advantage of the situation and immediately said distressedly, “I couldn’t help it a long time ago, Mom is so beautiful, I really like you so much.” After saying this, I straightened my lower body, and my penis, which was pressed tightly against her lower abdomen, rubbed back and forth through the troublesome underwear, and her breathing became heavier.

My mother just remained silent and didn’t give in. Although my fingers had already reached the most mysterious place, there was no possibility of going any further. I didn’t dare to insert my fingers randomly. If I inserted them wrong, my mother would really beat me to death.

I would feel worse if I continued like this, so after thinking about it, I changed my tone and said, “How about Mommy use another place to make me cum, just once, so that I can calm down, okay, Mommy, please.”

In the dark night, my mother’s eyes were shining brightly, staring at me intently.

Chapter 3

My chest was pressed against my mother’s breasts, her sparkling eyes were looking at me, and a familiar smell entered my nose, a mixture of sweat, body odor, and a little fishy smell.

“Do you know I’m your mother? Get away from me!” Mom simply rejected me coldly and even tried to push me away again.

I continued to beg, “Please, Mom, just this once, just this once. I will study hard and get into college!”

“Do you really want to die?!” My mother questioned me while resisting to the death.

“Mom, you are so beautiful. I’m grown up now and I don’t want to be like this either, but I really can’t stop. Mom, please help me, I don’t want to be like this.” In order to satisfy my sexual desires from my mother, I have become talkative and said everything. While speaking, I moved my buttocks, letting my hard and hot penis rub my mother’s lower abdomen continuously.

My mother didn’t say anything else. She completely let go of her resistance and looked at me coldly. I looked into her eyes and saw the complex emotions in them, anger, pain, shyness and all kinds of emotions. I bravely stood up and held her hand, impatiently putting her hand on myself. She didn’t refuse and finally let out a long sigh, “Son, I am your mother...” I said this several times, each time with different emotions, but this time made me feel extremely ashamed, but the desire had already made me unable to stop, and I just wanted to vent it out first.

The sparkling eyes were fixed on me all the time. My mother’s red lips trembled twice. “Just this once. You must study hard in the future. Do you understand?”

I was extremely surprised and nodded repeatedly, not noticing the distress and helplessness in her eyes. She did housework all day and occasionally slapped me, and her hand went into our lower abdomens. I originally thought that my mother’s hands would be rough. After all, she had done farm work before, and I hadn’t held my mother’s hand for so many years. I thought it was just because she looked white and tender, but I didn’t expect that the coolness and softness when I touched it for a moment made my penis couldn’t help but arouse. The hand that had just held my penis was burned by the heat, and it shrank back in surprise, but then it was held again without hesitation. The white and smooth palm had the same hot temperature. I could clearly feel the coldness, but also the heat. It could be seen that my mother had no experience in serving others. She held my erect penis tightly but didn’t take the next step. But this is my mother. She was holding my penis , and the strength of her hand made my scalp numb, which was hundreds of times more comfortable than doing it myself.

Mom turned her head away, not wanting to look at me. She must have sensed my excitement and understood how abnormal our behavior was. Her cheeks and earlobes were red, and her smooth, slender neck was twisted. I couldn’t help but lower my head and kiss her. She immediately glared at me in shame and anger. I laughed shamelessly, “Mom, it feels so good.”

“You want to die.” Mom cursed angrily, and squeezed my penis hard. It was meant to punish me, but it made me feel so good that I almost cried out.

Seeing me like this, my mother’s face was filled with more shame and anger. I couldn’t help but raise my buttocks, “Mom, move a little, move back and forth.”

I pressed back and forth on her body, and my mother’s breathing became disordered, and she occasionally made two muffled sounds. She gritted her teeth and began to slowly move her arms and began to slowly stroke. My mother’s identity and her initiative brought me indescribable pleasure. My penis was stroked awkwardly and carefully in my mother’s soft palm. She obviously had no experience in masturbating men. To be honest, the pleasure was not as comfortable as mine, but it just felt particularly stimulating.

With a smug smile on my face, I continued to lean over and sniff my mother’s neck intimately. Whatever I thought of, I asked something naughty, “Mom, have you never been treated like this by Dad?” I thrust forward comfortably, as if I was fucking her hand like a woman’s pussy. My penis was gently and continuously stroked by my mother, and I boldly cooperated with my mother’s stroking, moving in and out of her hand .

There was only shame and anger on her face. She didn’t answer my question and let me drool on her body. She just used more and more force with my hands, wanting to end this embarrassing farce quickly. My eyes were always on my mother’s mature and beautiful face. She had a serious look on her face, but her cheek turned to the side and the redness was completely different. The guilt and the pleasure brought by the taboo relationship filled my heart, stimulating the pleasure to the nerves, and my heart was pounding. Looking at my mother’s shy expression, my heavy breath hit her sensitive neck. Although my movements were unfamiliar, I was so happy that I couldn’t say anything serious.

Waves of stimulating pleasure swept through my body. My mother’s palms seemed to be soaked with sweat. Under my mother’s white and soft little hands, I gradually became a little dazed and trembling with pleasure. I hadn’t lasted for three or five minutes when suddenly my whole body tensed up, my penis swelled and jumped, and without any warning, I spurted out a stream of sticky semen with a groan. It went straight through my mother’s lower abdomen and hit her huge breasts. My mother let out a light hum, and soon the second stream, the third stream... My mother’s hands didn’t stop at all. I couldn’t see the expression on her face anymore. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the pleasure of ejaculation.

My mother’s small hand was still tightly grasping my penis , like a ruthless semen-squeezing machine, she just wanted to jerk out all the semen in her son’s penis . While I was ejaculating, I could still feel her stroking it harder, and soon the last few streams of semen shot out, but they no longer had as much momentum as the first ones, and fell directly onto her lower abdomen, and finally some of it slowly slid down the penis into my mother’s palm.

I was the only one left in the room, gasping for breath. I was still sitting on my mother’s body, and my butt could still feel her pajamas, which I had not taken off, until all my semen was ejaculated.

I lowered my head and opened my eyes, and saw my mother with her clothes disheveled and her cheeks bloodshot, facing me sideways. I looked at the wall filled with complicated emotions. Large areas of her fair and tender skin were exposed, covered with the sticky semen I had just ejaculated. Even the little hand that brought me pleasure was covered with white fluid. I supported myself on the bed with both hands and bent down slightly.

“Mom, it feels so good.”

My tone was full of the afterglow of desire being satisfied. Mom finally turned her head and looked at me coldly, with no expression in her eyes. “Get out!”

Knowing that she was still angry with me, I couldn’t help but lower my head and wanted to kiss her. Suddenly, my mother punched me with her other hand - she originally wanted to slap me, but seemed to think I was too old, so she finally just punched me in the chest. I frowned in pain, but my mother didn’t show the slightest expression of heartache.

“Get out of here!” My mother’s sudden change of expression made me, who had just calmed down, speechless and I quickly gave up my seat.

My mother didn’t even look at me. She got up from the bed and went out. Soon, the sound of running water came from the quiet house. My mother went to take a shower and occupied the only toilet. I couldn’t stand the smell of semen on my penis , so I could only pour cold water on it on the washing table next to the toilet. I didn’t have the pride I had just had on my mother and felt extremely embarrassed.

After I ejaculated in my mother’s hand, I returned to the bedroom and lay on the bed. The water under my crotch dried up quickly, but the water in the toilet had not stopped. I wanted to wait for my mother to come over, but listening to the water flowing, I quickly fell asleep on the bed.

I slept very deeply and completely forgot the time. When I opened my eyes, it was noon. The air conditioner in the room was still on and I was the only one in the bedroom. I knew that my mother slept next to me last night. Halfway through the dream, I felt like I was holding something, but my mother didn’t turn off the air conditioner when she left, which made me a little strange. If not, I would have woken up from the heat.

I still remember what happened last night. I expected the table to be clean when I went out. I guess my mother was in the store again. After the way I treated her last night, she definitely wouldn’t be in the mood to care whether I was hungry or not. In fact, I was somewhat relieved that my mother was not at home. Now I really don’t know how to face her. I don’t even have the heart to go to the store to see her.

As for whether I have any regrets in my heart, I thought about it for a long time and I think probably not. It’s more of an attachment to my mother and temporary satisfaction.

After thinking about it, I opened the refrigerator. There were still some vegetables and fresh meat in it. They were the leftovers from the cooking my mother bought yesterday. The quantity seemed enough for another meal. My family is like this. Unless it is during the busy farming season, we basically don’t eat leftover food. In order to avoid trouble, most of the time we simply don’t eat stir-fried dishes and just cook something random to get by. Besides, my parents were often not at home, so I could only cook by myself. I used to cook on the earthen stove in the countryside, using iron tongs to hold corn stalks or something like that to make a fire, and then stir-fry in a large iron pan. When I was a child, I couldn’t make a dish, so I would steam some leftover rice or throw all the vegetables in to stew or fry them.

As I got older, my family became more casual. Rural towns are not as refined as cities, so my sons and daughters were raised in the mountains and fields. Because of this, I am in good health and capable of living independently. I even go into the water to catch fish and cook fish soup in the wild. There was very little pollution in the countryside at that time, and there was a small stream near the field. My grandfather had dug a pond near his hometown and raised lotus, grass carp and the like.

The past events slowly emerged in my mind, and I came back to my senses and started busying myself in the kitchen. Maybe it was because my mother satisfied my desires last night. Now I felt calmer than ever before. I suddenly wanted to be a good child that my mother liked and get her forgiveness. I prepared lunch more and more attentively.

I thought I would see my mother after I finished cooking and sent her over. But when I was cooking, I suddenly felt someone behind me. I turned around and saw that my mother was standing behind me with a cold face. Her red face was still sweaty. It was obvious that she had just walked back from the store. She was sweating all over. But I don’t know why she didn’t say a word behind me. Could it be that she was thinking about how to deal with me, and she found that I was so obedient and was cooking for her? I felt a little relieved. When she saw that I noticed her, a trace of unnaturalness flashed across her face. She still didn’t say anything and turned away directly. I knew in my heart that she was still angry with me. I thought awkwardly for a long time but couldn’t think of what to say. I could only turn around and continue to work hard to prepare lunch.

Soon, I brought out three dishes and a soup from the kitchen. There must be soup for every meal at home. If there is no soup, the dishes will be turned into soup, such as adding water to the stir-fried Chinese cabbage. This is a rule passed down from my grandfather. It is not allowed to drink water while eating, because it is said that it will hurt the stomach, but you can drink soup. I don’t understand the principle behind it, and it was not taught in school. But there are so many inexplicable rules in the countryside.

After I served all the food, my mother didn’t stay in the living room. I went to the master bedroom to call her, but I saw a pile of various parts and tools on the table in the master bedroom. They seemed to be used to repair the air conditioner. Did my mother ask that person to come and repair the air conditioner today? My heart skipped a beat. I didn’t see my mother in the master bedroom. I turned around and wanted to look for her somewhere else, but I ran into my mother coming back home from the corridor.

My heart skipped a beat. As expected, when my mother saw me coming out of her bedroom, her originally calm expression immediately changed. “What were you doing in my room!” Her tone was full of suspicion and anger.

“What can I do ? I just want to call you to eat.” I put on a flattering smile and nodded to the dining table. The fragrant food on the table proved my innocence .

My mother’s eyes were deep and she glanced at me coldly, “Hmph, get lost. Your dad will be back soon and you won’t be able to smile for two days.”

Mentioning my father scared me so much that my heart shuddered, but my mother was still willing to talk to me, so I was not so scared. I gestured to my mother to sit at the dining table with a smile, and showed her the food on the table like presenting a treasure. Although they were not delicious dishes, they were all good to eat with rice. Although my mother did not give me a good look, her serious and indifferent mood was obviously eased a lot. She kept muttering that I was not a good student and was not doing my job all day long, but she did not say that the food I cooked was not delicious or that she did not like it. Just this made me very satisfied.

The two of them tacitly did not mention what happened last night, as if both of them had already forgotten it. After dinner, I wanted to wash and wipe the table diligently, but my mother directly drove me away and told me to do my homework. She would take care of these things herself.