Chapter 3

After thinking about whether to finish this story for a long time, my heart was filled with confusion. On the one hand, I wanted to finish this story, whether right or wrong, at least let the world know that this happened. On the other hand, I was ashamed and uneasy, and I was escaping in my heart.

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In the heart of this childish boy, mother is everything about him, the goddess in his heart. Everything about mother is so beautiful. I wonder if every adolescent boy will have some unspeakable past events. If you want to leave a message

Cao Xueqin's "Dream of Red Mansions" said that a wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a prostitute, a prostitute is not as good as a steal, and a prostitute is not as good as a steal, and a prostitute is not as good as a steal.

I think in addition to my desire and ignorance for sex and restlessness during adolescence, my mother and I are largely due to my mother, conflicts and taboos. Many boys have had crushes at my age and have a sweet and immature heart. I really don’t have one. My only mother and I have said so much nonsense, so I want everyone to understand what’s next.

I tried to go to my mother's room a few times in the evening. After being rejected, I didn't dare to go again. At that time, I was already a freshman in my first year of high school. Although I didn't dare to go to my mother's room again, the flames in my heart were getting stronger and stronger. I don't know how to describe that black time. I don't know when, my heart began to be completely occupied by my mother, and my mind was full of my mother's shadow. It's been a while since school started. I almost didn't know my classmates in class. I was dazed in class, lying on the table after class, and I sat in a daze during the day, thinking about my mother's frown and smile, recalling every bit of her being with my mother, and at night, I fantasized about my mother's frequent masturbation, and I was not interested in anything, just like a walking corpse.

I really don't know how to describe that state, my world collapsed

My mother also noticed something was wrong with me. She tried to say something to me many times, but never said anything

The midterm exam was a mess. It turned out that the good student in the teacher's eyes became a problem boy. My mother was called to go to school for a long time...

On the night I got home, my mother sat in my room for a long time, and after several words, she didn't say anything. I sat there, lowered my head and pretended to do the test paper. In fact, I couldn't understand what I was drawing. Looking at my mother's helpless back, my heart was filled with desire and had nowhere to vent...

That night, I went to my mother's room again. I was sure that my mother knew as soon as I entered. It seemed that she was back to the night with her red face and her heartbeat. Every pore in her body was filled with desire, and a trace of guilt in her heart. Her lower body was about to explode. She reached into her quilt to touch her buttocks. The elasticity and delicateness were still within reach. There was a desire to directly embrace her mother's arms. The room was so quiet, and the quiet ears were just her heavy breathing and strong heartbeat.

It seems like I went back to the past, and I used my lower body to touch my mother's thighs. The difference was that I used to have to peel off the foreskin. Now it seemed that the foreskin could be turned back by itself. When I touched my mother's slippery thighs, my mother's body trembled, but it didn't move. I couldn't help it anymore. My fingers slipped into my mother's underwear to find the wet forbidden area. My mother suddenly turned over and held my penis with her hand. Now she still clearly remembered a detail. The moment when my mother held my penis, her fingers loosened, and then held it again. Although she had been intimate with her mother for a long time.It happened until the end, but it was the first time that my mother took the initiative to hold me with her hand. I was confused all of a sudden and didn't know how to do it. My mother held my penis and started to stroke it up and down. Although it was different from what I imagined, it still gave me a strange experience. My hand began to grab my mother's breasts, from touching to rubbing hard, and the palm of her hand streaked across the mountain in front of my mother's chest, and to the flat belly, slashed towards the forbidden area. My mother grabbed me with her other hand and stopped my movements. At the same time, the other hand grabbed the movements. After ejaculation, there was a hint of fatigue, more anxiety and guilt...

I returned to my room, although I was extremely tired, I couldn't fall asleep for a long time

Humans are really strange animals. The thinking of the first minute and the next minute is completely different. If my mother masturbated last night and felt a little guilty after helping me masturbate last night, then I would regret it when I woke up in a daze. Everything last night was like a dream. I reminisce about everything last night, and my lower body was raised high. No matter what, after a while, I had an intimate contact with my mother. I had eaten the marrow and realized the taste. I had already experienced the feeling of sex, so I was naturally not satisfied with my mother masturbating for me. My heart was full of regret. I regretted why I was not bolder, my movements were bigger, and I went directly into my mother's body and entered the smoothness of my thoughts day and night.

Today's sunshine seems to be a little brighter than usual. Large sunshine shines down, and some of it can't open your eyes. Occasionally a cloud floats by, covering a little sunshine and casting a haze. I don't know if anyone has something shameful hidden in his heart. The teacher talks in class, and the classmates around him are writing hard. All this seems to have nothing to do with me. I am waiting for this difficult day to pass quickly, looking forward to the arrival of the night. Only under the cover of the night can I get close to my goddess

That night, I went to my mother's room again, stood at my mother's door, listening to my mother's breathing softly, I made up my mind again, mustered up the courage to get my mother tonight, climbed to my mother's side, gently touched my mother's butt, and my fingers slashed into the edge of my mother's underwear. I don't know what other lower bodies look like, the pornographic pictures on the Internet seem to be shaved cleanly and very different from my mother's. Although I haven't looked at my lower body carefully, I vaguely knew that there was not a lot of hair in the lower body, only a bunch above the mons pubis, and there was not much hair around the labia. My mother's skin was fair. When I was a child, I always thought that my mother was so white, that the hair was so black and black below, the labia was not black, close to brown, and two light pink labia minora were hidden in the plump labia majora...

My fingers touched my mother's labia. Because the relationship between the pubic hair was a little rough, my heart suddenly lifted up. I don't know if my mother would reject me again tonight. My mother's body trembled, and then seemed to sigh (I'm not sure if I heard it). Then my mother turned over and held my penis with her hand. I was really excited. I put my heart in and put my hand into my mother's underwear. Unexpectedly, it turned out that it was wet, and my mother actually dripped a lot...

My heart swayed, and I wanted to press on my mother. My mother stretched out her hand and pushed me away, and then turned her back. I was stunned for a long time before I understood what my mother meant. I clumsyly pulled my mother's underwear behind her. My mother reached out to stop me, and only pulled my mother's underwear for half, not all of them. In a trance, it seemed that I had returned to the previous time. I held my penis and rubbed my mother's vagina. The difference was that I began to carefully search for the entrance of my mother's peach garden. My mother's private parts were full of secretions, so wet, and there were so many that flowed out of the front end of my penis. The air seemed to be filled with this strange smell. I searched hard behind my mother's back. That pitiful experience really didn't make me find the entrance. My mother not only did not cooperate, but was the same as before. It seemed that every time I approached, I would twist my body, making me unable to enter.

I don't know how long I've been tossing, even my hands are full of secretions from my mother and I. I secretly tasted the faint smell without any smell, not the sweet taste I imagined, nor any bad taste. Finally, the front end of the penis slid into a place, wet, warm and tight. The moment I entered, my mother's body shook suddenly, and then the place twitched violently. I inserted it hard, enjoying the touch of my mother's orgasm, stopped for a moment, and began to thrust. My mother seemed to be unwilling to touch other parts of her body, and took away my hand that touched her breasts.I tactfully held my mother's waist and began to enjoy her second sex with her. If the first time was the release of a long-term saving, like a storm, then this time, I felt my mother's beauty more. My mother was only in her thirties at the time, and it was the most beautiful age for the woman. Proper maintenance made my mother have the delicate and firm skin like a girl and the unique charm of a young woman. I tried my best to feel all this, felt the slippery mother's lower body, and could detect the conflict between her mother. In addition to the necessary contact between the genitals, my mother seemed to reject my contact with her body.

But I could feel my mother's needs. My mother was bleeding a lot. During my thrusting, my mother's lower body twitched several times (I didn't know it at the time, but it was my mother's orgasm many times. I will talk about this problem in detail later). In fact, the process was not long, just three or four minutes, haha, compared to the second ejaculation that I first touched my mother's private parts and the dozens of seconds of having sex for the first time, this time it seemed that she had performed well. I ejaculated a lot. My mother seemed to know that I was ejaculated. After a while, my mother moved her body and let my half-soft penis slide out of her body. As the penis slipped out, the semen and mother's secretions made me feel clumsy and wanted to use my own inner body.Pants helped my mother wipe, and my mother silently rejected me. I have said countless times, I don’t know if it’s a man (I might have only been a big boy at that time) is like this. When desire comes, I will forget everything, but after venting, I will feel the coming of reality. Maybe it’s only me. I can’t explain what I felt at that time. Anyway, it’s a very uncomfortable feeling, helplessness, depression, regret, and a little guilty. There is a touch of understanding between mother and son. Although there is no verbal communication, I probably know what my mother thinks. I got up and left my mother’s room. When I stepped out of my mother’s room, I couldn’t help but recall the beauty with my mother just now.

Recalling the wetness and slipperyness of my mother's lower body, recalling my mother's smooth and soft body, my lower body couldn't help but be hard and erect again. I had a slight idea of ​​turning around and going back, and I restrained myself.