Chapter 6

There are actually many details when I recalled the sex with my mother. I'm not sure if you have really experienced that ultimate lubrication experience. With every thrust, a lot of body fluids flow out. The hair, scrotum, and thighs are all wet. Every thrust is so smooth. Maybe it's because the sexual enlightenment is early. I started to be intimate with my mother from a very young age. My lower body development is still very good. Every thrust goes deep into the depths of my mother's body. This extreme lubrication makes every thrust deep into my mother's body. The weather in October is already a little cool, but my mother's body really gives me a hot feeling. The movements are too large amplitude, and the penis slides out.My mother's vagina was eager to find that wonderful holy place, and accidentally touched my mother's ￥%. The extreme lubrication made it seem difficult to enter that place. I was not sure if I had entered a little bit, but I was not particularly interested in that place. Or it was because of excessive lubrication that slipped from my mother's vaginal opening and sliding between the two labia. My mother's lower body did not have a lot of hair, only some on the mons pubis, and the rest were some messy and sparse hair around the labia majora. Both labia minora were usually wrapped in the labia majora and were deeply hidden. However, this time I could clearly feel the congestion and expansion of my mother's labia minora. Every time I touched, I could feel the tenderness and toughness of the labia minora...

As soon as I entered my mother's body, my mother had an orgasm. I could feel the tightness and constant squeezing of my mother's private parts. My mother's heavy breathing and uncontrollable moans. My mother is really sensitive. Almost every time I have orgasm, but it seems that this time is the first time that I have such a quick orgasm. People are jealous. Every time my father comes back, I will eavesdrop at the door of the bedroom. Some jealousy, some resentment, and some excitement. Although it is rare for my father to come back, their sex is actually not much, and they give people more routine. I can clearly feel that when my mother is with my father, it is obviously different from being with me. I may be able to let go when I am with my father. From the crack of the hidden door, I have seen my mother give my father a blowjob. This is something I have been looking forward to for a long time but can't get it. I have also seen various positions, but I can say with certainty that my mother rarely has orgasms in the sex with my father.

I don't know if ordinary couples can keep fresh for such a long time, and will this kind of thing become boring over time and become a tacit routine as time goes by.

Even after so long, I still have a desire for my mother. Every time I have sex with my mother, it is so wonderful and rare, because it is taboo, because this is something you shouldn't get. As long as I think it's my mother, I can't help but feel excited. It's not excitement or excitement. I think the same is true for my mother. It seems that the saying that long separation is better than a new marriage is not appropriate for me, but the separation of the past twenty days seems to be a century. I seem to be able to feel my mother's desire. If it weren't for extreme desire, my mother wouldn't allow me to have sex in this situation. My mother would treat this kind of thing as a dream late at night, at least that's what I think.

The short two or three minutes of sex obviously cannot fully satisfy me, but my body is not dominated by the psychology many times. I don’t know how to describe my mood at that time. I feel a little unwilling. In my heart, I don’t know how many times I fantasized about the wonderful joy after returning home. Especially at the moment when the door was opened, this emotion has reached its peak. In my imagination, I must have a refreshing sex with my mother. I want my mother to surrender under my crotch. When I think that I will get this plump and mature female body, I feel extremely excited. However, the fact is that I ejaculated in just two or three minutes, but it is more depressed and helpless. I think that I just completed it with my mother.After a sex, my heart suddenly became sour, a faint sadness, like a child who did something wrong, a little at a loss, his penis gradually softened and slipped out of my mother's soft and plump garden. My mother gently took away my hand holding her breasts. Before I pulled out my penis, I quickly covered my private parts with my underwear. The semen and my mother had too much secretion. The moment I pulled out my penis, I felt a mass of fluid flowing out. I held my penis and fell on the bed. My mother ran to the bathroom in a panic. The moment I opened the door, the faint moonlight in the living room outlined my mother's wonderful body. Looking at my mother's wonderful female body, a heat flow somehow surged into my heart again

It took a long time for my mother to come back. When she came back, she had already changed her nightgown to pajamas and pajamas. Her upper body had a half-sleeved body, and her half-white arms were exposed. I wonder if it was my illusion, but my mother's face seemed to have a hint of shyness and blush after orgasm.

I haven't had sex for more than 20 days. The semen smells very strong. The air is filled with a strange smell of semen and love juice. My mother's face seems to be redder, her eyes flashing, avoiding my gaze. My mother and I are a little embarrassed at each other. Looking at my mother, I suddenly feel a little uneasy in my heart...

And some heartache

I wanted to find some topics but didn't know what to say for a moment, and my lower body was still wet and uncomfortable. I said to my mother: I went to take a shower. When I walked into the bathroom, I suddenly found that the underwear that my mother had just worn was hanging in the bathroom after washing. The simple cotton briefs were covered. I couldn't help but come up to me and smell it. It was washed clean, with only a faint smell of soap. I didn't know why, I felt inexplicably irritated. I rushed all the way, and my body was indeed a little dirty. I was thinking about it while rinsing. Thinking of the scene just now, my lower body immediately raised high again, hard and uncomfortable. I lowered the water temperature. When I was in school, I always took a cool shower. I don't know if there is any scientific reason for this. I always feel a little more comfortable anyway.

After washing up, I returned to my mother's room in a complicated mood. I was surprised to find that my mother had prepared two sets of bedding. I haven't slept with my mother for a long time. I came and went in a hurry late at night, so I was really surprised. I can't let my mother speak up like this. Mom, I'll sleep with you at night. It actually takes a little courage to say this sentence. Well, my mother nodded, and suddenly there seemed to be a hot stream in her heart. I'm a little sleepy. Then you go to bed first. I read a good book. Mom was flipping through a novel in her hand and took a look. It was "Norwegian Forest" written by Haruki Murakami. Although my mother said she wanted to read a good book, I just lie down and my mother turned off the light and went to bed.

Lying there, I was quite nervous, a voice told me where you had the courage you had just gone, and now the goddess you were thinking about was next to you, another voice said how could you... I thought more about waiting, talking to my mother without hesitation, and my hand wanted to reach into my mother's quilt, but I didn't know where I went, so close, but it was like a thousand mountains and rivers.

It seemed that there was a fire in my heart and I couldn't help but hold my little brother. It was so hard that it was about to explode. Although my body was full of desire, I was really tired. A few days before I went home, I couldn't sleep well all night. Before I knew it, I fell asleep.

I woke up in a dream. Even though I can't remember the details, I still vaguely remember that dream. In the dream, my mother and I were lingering. My mother had a rare smile on her face and was wild and unrestrained. However, I don't know when my father appeared next to me. She was covered in cold sweat when she woke up. The weather was not very hot, but I don't know when my mother covered me with a thin quilt. I don't know why I dreamed of my father. In fact, since childhood, my father was almost blank in my heart. It's rare that I can stay with my father for a few days a year. Maybe it's because I still feel a little guilty about my father in my subconscious mind.

The dreams are complicated. I just woke up from the dream and couldn't tell the difference between the dream and the reality. I was stunned for a while before returning to reality. My mother fell asleep quietly next to me, and couldn't help but desire began to swell again. With a hint of guilt towards my father, I lifted the quilt and reached out to hug my mother. As I said before, my mother's habit is to sleep almost naked, and she was wearing only a pair of thin underwear. I don't know why I really want to eat my mother's breasts today. I stroked, kneaded, and squeezed my mother's plump breasts. While I was half asleep and half awake, my mother's nipples quickly stood up in my mouth. My sleepy mother subconsciously used her weak arms to block me to maintain her dignity as a mother.But this obstacle was so powerless. In fact, my mother didn't allow me to kiss her breasts very much. This little breakthrough made me even more excited. My fingers stroked my mother's private parts and it was already slippery. At this time, my mother and I were almost facing each other, and my breathing became rapid. Instinctively, I went to kiss my mother. Maybe it was because my mother had just woken up from her sleep, maybe it wasn't reacting yet. I kissed my mother's soft lips for the second time. My tongue couldn't help but reveal it and tried to go deep into my mother's mouth. My mother's mouth was pursed, and her tongue squeezed into my mother's mouth. When my tongue touched the tip of my mother's tongue, the unique breath in my mother's mouth made me intoxicated.

The last time I kissed my mother was a few months ago. Although I tried countless times, my mother always refused politely. Unlike the last passionate kiss, my mother only contacted me with her passive tongue, and obviously dodged. She turned over and pressed her mother under her body and took off her mother's underwear. Until now, every time I took off my mother's underwear, I felt a special feeling in my heart. I don't know how to describe it. What I had to say was a special pleasure when breaking the taboo, a feeling that made people excited. My mother instinctively insisted on taking off her underwear and kissed her down along her neck, her chest, and her breasts...

My mother was somewhat repulsive about foreplay before. I don’t know why she was much tolerant today. Maybe it was because of the separation of the past twenty days. After all, since I was a child, I have never left my mother’s side. I kissed my mother’s lower abdomen. There was a faint scar on my mother’s lower abdomen. A feeling of sorrow suddenly surged in my heart, and then went down...

My mother knew my intention, tightened her legs, and whispered, "No, no," her tongue licked her mother's mons pubis. My mother made a continuous moan that I couldn't suppress. This moan made me even more excited. I spread my legs. My mother was already wet under her, and there was a wet stain on the mattress below.

I don’t know other women, the things that my mother leaked were almost nothing. I licked my mother’s private parts carefully. In fact, I slowly realized that my mother liked me to give her a blowjob. The reason I refused before was probably because of the dignity of a mother. My mother really couldn’t accept spreading her legs and showing this most secret place for her son. I also wanted my mother to help me, slowly move her body and put her penis to my mother’s mouth. My mother just stroked my thick lower body with her hands. I knew she couldn’t force it.

My mother's orgasm came soon, her legs tightly clamped my head, and her body trembled and made uncontrollable moans. She subconsciously stroked my penis, and a large amount of body fluid flowed out, and a lot of it flowed into my mouth. I began to swallow it in big mouths because this was my mother's thing. This was my second blowjob for my mother. I spread my legs and gently entered my mother's slippery area. It was too wet. With a slight movement, it slid into the deepest part and could not keep my mind. I began to move desperately...

The second ejaculation still ejaculated a lot, a little overdrawn, and a little painful feeling. Mom was under her, her eyes tightly closed, her breathing was still a little rapid, her penis was a little soft, but she could still feel the feeling of her lower body twitching. She lowered her head and wanted to kiss her mother. Mom tilted her head to avoid my kiss, and then gently pushed me away. I could feel that as the penis was pulled out, a large stream of semen flowed out with my mother's secretions. Mom seemed a little tired and didn't wash it. She just put on her underwear quickly and then got into the quilt. In fact, at this time, I already understood that I needed caress and warmth after sex.Rou, but my mother really never gave me such a chance. Every time I ended, my mother always put on clothes quickly, even if she just put on her underwear, and then for the caress and intimacy after sex, my mother seemed to have an instinctive repulsion. Maybe it was my reason. After every ejaculation, I actually felt uneasy and confusion, a kind of helplessness and depression, and an inexplicable sadness. I don’t know how to describe this feeling. I read the book "The Forest of Norway" that my mother just read a long time ago. In fact, I can’t remember the story clearly, but I still remember that feeling, a faint sadness...

Humans are really a very strange animal. The first minute is sad, but the next minute may be full of desire. I said before, my mother and I are shameless. The only thing that belongs to us is the night. Only this darkness can we temporarily forget the worries of the world and hide ourselves in this world where only me and my mother. I don’t know how long it took, but it was about ten minutes. I don’t know why, my heart was filled with desire again. My lower body was raised high, and I couldn’t help but reach out to my mother again, embraced my mother in my arms, pressed her under my body, and took off her mother just now.My underwear was wet, and my heart couldn't help but feel rippling. Maybe it was the afterglow of the sex just now. My mother's underneath was very wet, and there was no foreplay. I inserted my mother's private parts again. In fact, every time I had sex with my mother, I was not particularly excited every time I thought of it, I was very excited and couldn't suppress my uncontrollable excitement. But this time, because I had ejaculated twice, especially the second time was more than ten minutes ago, so I had sex this time much longer than usual. I enjoyed my mother's plump and mature body...

It's been a long time...

This time I was really tired and tired. It was early autumn and the sky was already a little cold, but my mother and I were sweating. With my mother’s unknown climax and my ejaculation, I suddenly collapsed into my mother. It took a long time to turn over. At this time, the sky was a little brighter. A ray of morning light passed through the curtains and left a mark of morning in the house. This mark may be on my destiny and my mother. Although I tried my best to forget it, it was deeply imprinted on the new bottom. I secretly looked at my mother and her eyes at this time, with her eyes facing each other. Both of them were avoiding each other. I couldn’t help asking my mother: Mom, do you regret it?

My mother was silent for a long time, and tears suddenly shed from the corners of her eyes. Her mother said in a trembling voice: Will I go to hell in the future?

I hugged my mother and cried for a long time. Although the two of them hugged each other nakedly, at that moment, there was no desire. The depression hidden in my heart for a long time was venting with tears.

Actually, I have said this countless times. There is really nothing to show off in this kind of thing. There is only endless sadness and bitterness. I have also searched online countless times for people who have the same experience as me. Unfortunately, I have not found it yet, but I have also found countless young teenagers who are similar to me. They have unimaginable desires for sex and mothers. Many people have also made various attempts. I deeply understand them. This kind of thing is like poppy flowers. Countless young boys in adolescence are attracted, but they do not know that behind this is the endless abyss.

During the search process, I have also encountered many people who claim to have real experiences. If the ubiquitous articles on the Internet are filled with hormones that are emitting nowhere, I can understand that these real experiencesI really can't understand the large amount of obscene and pornographic descriptions filled with the narrative. I can't understand how they can treat blasphemy mother as a pleasure. I admit that my mother and I really happened, but my experience is obscure, a secret hidden in my heart, and is by no means some fantasy objects or vulgar topics. I admit that I am contradictory. On the one hand, it is an attachment to my mother that I have always been unable to describe, a temptation that cannot be refused, and on the other hand, it is a confession and helplessness. I think I clearly know my mother's heart that night. After all, we are all parties involved and are mother-son-in-law. If you say,If I have sex, then for my mother, love for her son should be the mainstream. However, as time goes by, my mother is also lost in the whirlpool of love and desire. My father is no longer by my side. My mother definitely needs it, but my mother probably never wants her son to give her this comfort. However, in the face of my constant attacks, my mother retreated little by little until she was completely depressed. This relationship may really be like a blooming poppy flower, cruel and beautiful. After truly savoring this beauty, neither the young boy nor the mature woman can give up. All she has left is endless depressed. What is sex?

The need for reproduction?

Evolutionary instinct?

Or the poppy flowers God gave to Adam and Eve, or it was nothing more than adrenaline and dopamine secretion caused to the human brain...

I don’t know, I really don’t know, I only know that I seem to have returned to the night when my mother’s true love was revealed. There was no desire, no slight desire, my mother’s soft and plump body was held in my arms, but I no longer had a trace of lust, all I had just felt like a knife cut…

At this moment, I was trying to tell this story in front of the computer, and I was already crying like rain.