Endless Motherly Love (Urban Life Adult Novel)

That night when my mother and I were sleeping, in order to get revenge on her, I deliberately got very close to her from behind, and sometimes even put my little dick on her buttocks, but my mother didn't react at all that night; of course I continued the action the next night. Now I admire myself very much. Even though my hands were so inconvenient at that time, I still had the mind to do this.

Speaking of my sister, I'm not that close to her, but I can't say I'm strangers either, because there's too big a gap in age between us and we don't have much to talk about. When she was on vacation at home, she would either go shopping with her friends or hide in her room and talk on the phone with her boyfriend. As someone who had never been in a relationship, it was hard for me to understand at that time how two people could have so much to talk about? But my sister really contacted her boyfriend almost every day throughout the summer vacation.

But there is some benefit to her talking on the phone in the room. It allows me, now that my hands have recovered, to go to my mother's room before going to bed at night without my sister knowing. Although my mother didn't send me back to my room, she was still more careful when my sister was at home and almost never allowed me to do anything inappropriate.

Out of mischief or some kind of revenge, I began to boldly tease my mother with my mouth in front of my sister. I remember one time when the three of us were going out, when I was putting on my shoes, my sister looked at my feet and said, "You don't look very tall, but I didn't expect your feet to be so big." I didn't retort, but turned around and stared at my mother's chest and said, "My mother's is 'big'!" But my sister, who didn't know what was going on, looked at my mother's feet and said, "No! They look about the same as mine." I winked at my mother and said, "Hey, I'm sure my mother's is 'bigger' than yours."

My mother pretended nothing happened from beginning to end, but as soon as my sister walked out the door, she pinched me hard as she passed by me and rolled her eyes at me. Scenes like this continued to happen from time to time until my sister returned to her school dormitory.

After my sister went back, life returned to normal. She slept in the same bed with my mother at night but continued to harass her. Sometimes my mother would turn over and pretend to be serious and tell me to stop playing around, but sometimes she seemed to not care at all and would still talk and laugh with me the next morning.

One day, I deliberately used the lover's hug that I learned from the movies to greet my mother who had just returned home. I wrapped my left hand that had just healed and my right hand that had just had the plaster removed around her body, letting my chest press against my mother's plump breasts. Because I had just had my plaster removed, my mother didn’t struggle much. More importantly, she wasn’t angry at all. She just said, “Don’t hold me so tight. I can’t breathe.”

From then on, apart from harassing her at bedtime, I started to take advantage of my mother from time to time. During the remaining two years of junior high school, sometimes when my mother was in a bad mood or in a very good mood, she would kiss my forehead and let me kiss her cheek. I found that when she was sulking, kissing her or hugging her would make her feel much better.

When I was in the first grade of high school, my mother and I did a general cleaning together. Afterwards, my mother kissed me happily. As usual, I would kiss her cheek in return, but I kissed my mother on the lips instead. She trembled, glared at me and said, "You little bastard, how dare you take advantage of your mother." Then she walked away. This time she didn't look really unhappy.

As I mentioned before, I have been sleeping in my mom's bed since junior high school to comfort her. This habit is interrupted occasionally when my sister goes home for the winter and summer vacations, but I always do it rain or shine. Besides, sometimes my mom will let me hug her to sleep, and even let me kiss her neck or tickle her when she is happy, so I understand that my mom is not unbearable at all, or that she wants to send me back to my room.

As for his sexual harassment of my mother, it became more and more bold in the face of her ineffective warnings. I remember a few nights, after my mother fell asleep, I would secretly put my hands on her breasts, gently holding her breasts, and sometimes put my hands on her lower abdomen. My mother woke up only once. She moved my hand away from her chest, turned around, tapped my head, and went back to sleep.

A few days later, I started to do the same trick again, but my mother no longer reacted, so I became bolder. In addition to touching my mother's body, I tried to rub my little brother gently on her buttocks through her panties while she was asleep. Sometimes, if I was not satisfied after touching her, I would secretly masturbate under the quilt, smelling the fragrance of my mother's hair while stroking it, and would rush to the toilet when I was about to ejaculate.

So later, when we went to bed, I often liked to touch my mother's body, and sometimes I would deliberately touch her sensitive parts such as her breasts or vagina to see her reaction. Sometimes she would turn over and pinch me, sometimes she would scold me, and sometimes she would just ignore me. The only exception is when she tells me seriously that she is very tired and really wants to sleep, then I will obediently retract my claws. I found that as long as I behaved well in all aspects that day, my mother would be very tolerant of me when I went to bed at night.

Except for not letting me take off her underwear, all other parts of my mother fell into my clutches over time. I gradually became bold enough to take off my pajamas and underwear under the quilt before starting to harass my mother. I started by holding her breasts, then slowly moved to unbuttoning her pajamas, and after a few weeks I was able to reach into her pajamas and directly touch her breasts without a bra.

After touching her breasts failed to stimulate me, I tried to reach out and touch my mother's private parts. That night, just as I was about to put my hand into my mother's panties, she pulled my hand out of her pajamas. By the way, the pajamas my mother bought were all very conservative styles. Except for the plaid or polka dot ones, they were all two-piece styles, usually with a lapel and buttons on the upper body. It wasn't until I made a suggestion that she changed her mind and bought a different style.

One time, after I undressed my mother's pajamas, I wanted to take off her pajamas. I only pulled them below her hips when she suddenly turned around, lifted the towel blanket, glanced at my erect penis in the dim night light, and said to me, "You take off yourself and now you want to strip your mother naked. What do you want to do?" I was a little at a loss, staring at my mother's half-naked breasts. Hearing her say that, I just felt very excited.

When my mother saw that I didn't say anything, she carried me on her back and lay down on her side. I sneaked up to her and suddenly hugged her. Mom seemed startled, but then she calmed down. I just instinctively started to rub my mother's butt with my erect little brother, but I didn't expect her to turn around and lie face down on the bed. I thought she didn't want me to do it anymore.

But after playing "Five vs. One" for a while, I found it boring. I don't know where I got the courage to play, but looking at my mother who was still lying on her stomach, I propped myself up, straddled her body with my knees, and leaned down to gently press against her back. I looked at my mother's closed eyes and her expressionless face. I naturally placed my hard penis between her buttocks and rubbed it gently. Even through her cotton pajamas and underwear, I could still feel the warmth and softness of her buttocks.

I was very excited but cautious, not knowing if Mom would suddenly get angry. Under this powerful stimulation, I ejaculated, making Mom and I sticky. After about half a minute, my mother propped herself up a little. I tactfully got off her back. She took a few tissues from the bedside and wiped her back a few times. Then she took a few more tissues and threw them to me before getting up and going to the bathroom.

After calming down after ejaculation, I felt a mixture of emotions: a little satisfaction, a little shame, and some regret. Not long after, my mother came out of the bathroom and told me to take a shower and go to bed quickly.

The next morning, I stole a glance at my mother from time to time and found that she was the same as usual, with no abnormality on her face. Instead, when our eyes met, I felt a little embarrassed. Later I realized that my shame was because my misconduct towards her was purely out of sexual desire, so after that, when love and desire became intertwined, or even when love was greater than desire, I no longer felt ashamed.

After that experience, my mother rejected me several times to let me know that I could only have such intimate interactions with her on weekend nights, and at other times I could only sleep well. But in every subsequent intimacy, I would strip her down to just her panties, and then she would turn over on her own initiative, letting me lie naked on her back, and I would rub my erect penis between her buttocks through the cotton panties of different colors until I ejaculated.

In this way, my mother allowed me to use her body to vent the restlessness of adolescence and the pressure of schoolwork. To this day I still admire my mother very much, because she has never used her body to threaten or urge me to do my homework. She has always kept this behavior between us within the scope of an intimate game between mother and son.

Except for the one time when I was in the top five in the class in the final exam, you should know that although I was in the top class at that time, my talents were actually average, and barely squeezing into the top fifteen in the class was already the limit of my mental ability. My mother also knows this, so she was very happy when I went home to show off. When she asked me why I had made such great progress, I blurt out that it was all for her.

She was so touched that she hugged me and kissed me. That hug and kiss were full of family affection and maternal love, but as a junior high school student, my head was filled with sperm besides textbooks, so when she was about to let me go, I hugged her back and asked her what the reward was. After she broke free from my malicious embrace, she tapped my head and said, "I'll give you a stye, you pervert!"

Later that weekend night, during the intimate time between mother and son, when I had just taken off my mother's pajamas and was about to straddle her body, she suddenly turned over and lay on her back on the bed, then glanced at me and closed her eyes again. Once again, I realized how powerful women are. They can let their men know what they mean with just one glance.

By that look, I knew that Mom allowed me to "confront" her head on. I lay on her carefully, and my penis touched my mother's lower abdomen for the first time. I put my hands on my mother's shoulders and kissed her lips involuntarily. My mother didn't dodge or avoid it, and let me kiss her like that.

Almost at the same time, I slowly thrust forward. To be honest, the pleasure my mother's lower abdomen brought me was not as much as her buttocks. After all, the "wrapping feeling" of the buttocks was stronger. But what almost made me ejaculate was the hands of my mother lightly resting on my waist, which gave me the illusion that I was really having sex with her.

That night I ejaculated three times on my mother's lower abdomen and pubic bone. The third time, I finally overcame the strong psychological pleasure a little. I slowly enjoyed my mother's lower abdomen while admiring my mother who was so tempting because of her arousal.

Not long after, when I couldn't help but kiss my mother again, I didn't expect that my mother's lips opened slightly, and a wet and smooth tongue came over. I almost instinctively opened my mouth and greeted it with my tongue, but I didn't expect that the pleasure of French kissing with my mother was so intense that I ejaculated after a few strokes.

I was extremely tired after ejaculation, so I rolled off my mother and lay on my back on the bed. My mother got up and looked at me. When she saw that I had a satisfied yet tired smile on my face, she took a few wet towels from the bedside, helped me clean myself up a little, and let me take a shower first.

My mother said that the first time she was intimate with her son face to face, it gave her a great psychological shock. Although she did not let me enter her body, in her mind, that face-to-face position was not much different from real sex. As I thrust forward, she felt the excitement of breaking traditional taboos and the sweetness of love between men and women, but also a hint of regret that came from pure maternal love; although her eyes were closed, she could feel my burning gaze.

In this way, my mother endured me while savoring the complex psychological feelings. It was these chaotic emotions that made her, contrary to her usual practice, let me go to the bathroom first, and she began to "comfort herself" after hearing the sound of bath water. The quick and intense orgasm scared even her, but she lied to herself and said that she had simply suppressed it for too long and temporarily denied the love that transcended family affection.

Although I have new ways to have sex with my mother, she doesn't always let me be intimate with her face to face, and she only lets me ejaculate once each time. She said that it was mainly because it was not very comfortable having the hard thing pressing against her lower abdomen, and because that day was the first time we did that, she let me satisfy her.

By the third time, she knew I would last longer, but she didn't want me to last that long, so she used the French kiss. However, I didn't expect that I couldn't hold back and ejaculated within a few seconds. Whenever we reminisced about that time in the future, she would still take the opportunity to tease me.

Although in a narrow sense, I did not actually have sexual relations with my mother, our secret little games exceeded the scope of intimacy between most mothers and children. But no matter how good her mood was, or how outstanding my performance was, my mother never let me take off her underwear. No matter how much I begged, my mother always gently but firmly refused my further requests.

Maybe I really can't bear to force her or say anything to make her sad! After all, the impression of my mother crying loudly in my arms at that time really left me with lingering fears. Besides, I was at best a perverted little lecher at that time, and my mother was just a research subject that I dragged into because of my curiosity about "sex". I had never thought of forcing her, let alone raping her.

I once swore that I would never make her sad again, so I didn't continue to test my mother. I was content with what she could give me at that time and accepted that that was her bottom line.

But besides my mother "helping" me, I have also successfully "helped" my mother. It was my birthday that time, and my mother was very cooperative. After I ejaculated twice on her back and once on her front, I, this unfilial child, then remembered that that day was actually "Mother's Hard Day", so I decided that my mother would feel as comfortable as I did that night.

Just when Mom was about to get up and go to the bathroom, I hugged her and pulled her back onto the bed. She smiled under me and asked me if I was not satisfied yet? I didn't answer her, but just kissed her gently. Mom seemed to feel my love, and her squinted eyes radiated tenderness from time to time.

After our lips parted, I whispered in her ear thanking her for everything she had done for me. At that time, there seemed to be ripples flowing in my mother's eyes. I moved her on top of me so that she leaned over my arms and begged her to agree to one of my requests that would not involve taking off her panties.

For fear that she would not agree, before she could speak, I had already reached one hand into her panties from behind, and occupied half of my mother's vagina along the pink groove of her buttocks. I just didn't expect to hear my mother's "his" laughter coming from my ear. Only then did I realize that my mother had not put up any resistance from the beginning.

I further told her that she didn't have to do anything but enjoy herself. I felt her nod slightly, and I hugged her tightly with excitement. Then I adjusted my posture, leaning myself against the head of the bed, and then asked Mom to turn over so that she sat between my legs with her back leaning in my arms. I examined my mother's profile from behind. She had her eyes closed at that time. Apart from a hint of shyness, she looked basically calm.