Incest Essays (Family Incest Adult Fiction)

I think there is no nickname in the world that suits me better than pervert. I started masturbating when I was in my mother's belly. You may think this is just a fantasy, but it is not. If you are still in the stage of uterine development and are hit back and forth by a meat stick every day, and you are powerless to resist, then naturally, you can only use your meat stick to vent your anger.

When I was born, I did what all babies do - the first thing I did after leaving the mother's body was to look for a woman's nipple. This is how I take revenge on my horny father. He took possession of something that originally belonged to him. But he was helpless.

According to eyewitnesses at the time, my birth only proved one thing - humans definitely evolved from apes, and this was fully reflected in me. I have an incredibly large amount of hair, which is densely covered all over my body, especially my hair, which is black and thick, almost longer than my body. According to traditional Chinese concepts, if a man has long, shiny black hair, he can be no different from a gangster or an artist. I am very lucky to have these two "elegant" titles.

Slowly, I evolved from 1 year old to 7 years old, and my consciousness began to mature in geometric leaps. I began to understand my family deeply, and I found that compared with other families, our family was more like a family living in the United States. Although we only live in a poor mountain village, democracy and freedom are always around us.

Specifically, it means that regardless of gender, age, status, or social status, people can address each other freely. For example, my grandma calls me "little puppy", my dad calls my grandma "old immortal", and my mom calls my dad "bastard" during the day and changes the name to "beast" at night.

I have always been wondering, my dad doesn't look anything like the animals we raise at home, so why does my mom call him that? Later, when I was woken up by the urge to pee several times at night, I began to understand something.

There were several times in the morning when I was woken up by the urge to pee. When I got out of bed to go out, I heard a strange noise coming from my parents' room. I didn't pay much attention to it at first, but after hearing it more often, I felt very strange. Finally one day, I secretly lifted the curtain to see what they were doing.

After opening the curtain, the first thing that came into view was two naked bodies. It was covered with sweat. However, the lower bodies of the two people are tightly connected. My mother was kneeling on the kang, with her two breasts hanging under her body and shaking constantly. She kept muttering, "You old beast, aren't you done yet? You do this all day long, at night and in the morning. I don't know where you get so much energy." Dad didn't say a word, just kneeled behind her, his body still thrust forward. He kept humming.

I now understand why my mother called my father a beast, because the big spotted dog in the yard and the bitch at the east end of the village also used this posture when they were mating, which is quite similar to my father's posture. And when they are done, some white stuff will flow out onto the mother's butt.

Later, when I experienced this feeling, I understood that my father's calf-like madness should be described as in the famous poem - I was born to be useful, and even if all my energy is gone, it will come back.

In this way, I spent my childhood watching my parents' sex scenes. That year, my dad was 30 years old. After I have my own seed, I will continue to own that legal piece of land. The land had nice scenery but was not very fertile. He worked on the land regardless of time or place, day and night, forgetting to eat and sleep, all year round. But if you sow widely, you will reap little. No matter how hard my dad tried, he couldn't give birth to a younger brother or sister.

Finally, it was time for me to go to primary school. Since my family was considered wealthy in the village, my father sent me to the primary school in the county town. I went with the village chief’s son, Li Ming.

This is his full name, but I never call him that. It's like he never calls me by my full name. He just called me monkey. Just because my hair is thicker, I look like some legendary animal. But I also call him Ah Huang because his hair is a little yellow. Because of this name, many dogs in the village are also called this.

He is the one who has never won a game of marbles against me. But such a slow-reacting guy is actually more liked by teachers in the county than me. I also knew that a guy like me who only knew how to fight and lift girls' skirts all day long would never be favored by the teachers. But I still can't stand the fact that Ah Huang is more popular than me. Even older than me who just joined the Young Pioneers. So later on, I always thought that the red thing worn around the neck had no other use except to make it easier to wipe your nose.

Xiaolan is my first female friend. Actually, it would be more appropriate to say that she is the person I threaten rather than a friend. Just because she is the cutest one in the class, at least that's what I think. According to the aesthetic standards of our time, a girl with two big black braids, big eyes and double eyelids like her could basically be said to be a beauty. So I used my fists and forcibly switched seats with a piece of shit who wore glasses and pretended to be well-mannered when the teacher was assigning seats.

I don’t know whether this seat change is a blessing or a curse for Xiaolan. Although she was no longer harassed by other boys from then on. But I kept harassing her. I've always been curious about what my parents do at night. I always wanted to try it with Xiaolan.

After being rejected by Xiaolan for the ten thousandth time, on the ten thousandth and first time, I finally succeeded. Xiaolan took off her pants. I looked carefully to see what was different between her and me. Her undeveloped naked body didn't hold much appeal to me. Later, I simply took off my own clothes and made a detailed comparison. After comparing them for a long time, I can't see any difference except that she has a hole and I don't.

I forced her to kneel in front of me, and from behind her I moved back and forth like my parents. But I didn’t feel like it looked weird. Even when I forced Xiaolan to imitate my mother and call me a beast, there was no such thing. But many years later, I hated my slow development. It made me lose the feat of destroying my virginity at the age of 8.

Later, I gradually grew up and understood more things. I also heard about matters between men and women from the aunts and uncles in the village. Understand that this is a very shameful thing. Although I was very disgusted by these statements, I still restrained myself a lot for the sake of my glorious image.

By the time I graduated from elementary school, I really couldn't continue studying. I would rather talk to myself in front of our big spotted dog than face the wrinkled old face of my head teacher. Even after being beaten by my father, I still didn't give in. Maybe I was born to be a Communist. I have always been unyielding towards my enemies.

Dad was finally helpless. He also let me idle around at home. At that time, my father already had his own small company. Let’s just move our whole family to the county town. When I was leaving, Ah Huang came to see me off and seemed a little reluctant to leave. But I knew he was thinking about my pile of colorful glass balls.

I asked him to give me his red scarf to blow his nose first. Although he was disgusted, he still agreed. That was the most satisfying time I have ever blown my nose in my life. I didn't return the red scarf to him until my nose was completely red. But in the end I didn't give him the glass ball. I threw it all into the paddy field. Let Ah Huang find them one by one by himself. Because I know there are a lot of leeches in that paddy field.

After arriving in the county town, I wandered around at home for another half a year. These six months have been the happiest time of my life. I can sleep until noon every day, and this alone makes me feel like the freest kid in the world.

In fact, my life is still very regular. At least that's what I think. After getting up every day, I would eat a few mouthfuls of food and then go outside to the yard to chat with a few ragpickers. We encounter people who are rude to us. If someone is older than me, I will just curse at him and leave. If someone is younger than me, I will beat him up without showing any mercy. So I feel that my body is getting enough exercise. This is much better than those idiots who spend a lot of money to go to some crappy gym and train blindly.

Unfortunately, my carefree life did not last long, and my dad once again started forcing me to go to school. Although this time I resisted more violently. But in the end I still failed. The reason is simple. If I don't go to school, I will have to help my dad's small company.

In comparison, going to school is better. At least there are people of my age in school and I can bully them at will. But it is different in the company. They are all adults and I may not be able to beat any of them. This is definitely a place that can make me depressed to death.

The school I re-enrolled in had only a few hundred students and was said to be the worst school in the county. There's no way. My dad's energy is limited. It's almost beyond his ability to let me continue my studies, so I have no choice but to choose a place.

This school can be said to be a school full of miracles. Ten years later, almost half of the gangsters and prostitutes with some fame in the county were produced by this school. When I first arrived, I was assigned to the last row of the classroom. Looking ahead, I could see nothing but a sea of ​​heads. So I had to stand up to barely see the blackboard. Actually, I don’t really care whether I can see the blackboard or not. Because that black thing has no appeal to me at all.

I spent my elementary school life looking at everyone's heads like this. But the fact that someone like me could successfully enter middle school really made my semi-illiterate father smile with joy. In fact, there were several times when I wanted to tell my dad that when we were in middle school, everyone in the class took the exam, even if the total score of your four subjects was less than 4 points. But seeing how happy my dad is, I really don't want to discourage his enthusiasm. From this aspect, I am still quite filial, am I not?

After entering middle school, my height and figure grew rapidly as if a balloon was blown up. As my body developed, my mind also began to sprout. I slowly began to become interested in girls' bodies. But I never did the same thing to Xiaolan that I did in elementary school. It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that all the girls in the class are not interested in me. In fact, every time I look in the mirror, I feel that I am still very handsome. Why can't I win the favor of girls? I still haven't got an answer to this question until now.

Since I couldn’t get the answer from girls, I turned to my parents. Unfortunately, since the whole family moved to the county town, my dad seems to be getting busier and busier, and my mom rarely calls me a beast.

But my sexual desire did not die out because of their brief stop. Instead, it became even more vigorous.

Until one day in the middle of the night, when I was using the bathroom, I found my mother in her pajamas. Her figure wasn't great, except that she wore less clothes, and I was in my youth with a lot of sexual desire. But I can assure Chairman Mao that I have never had any evil thoughts about my mother before. It’s her fault that she wore too little, but it’s not something I can do.

I remember some idiot pretending to be a philosopher once said that compared with animals, men have only two qualities worthy of respect: one is intelligence, and the other is kindness. In this sense, I am a "beast", or to put it more deeply, comparing me with beasts is an insult to beasts.

Anyway, that night, I did everything a beast could do. My mother's frail body was completely unable to withstand my brutal invasion. But when I inserted my dick into her for the first time, I had embarrassing premature ejaculation.

I don’t know whether I inherited this indomitable spirit from my father or my mother. Anyway, my premature ejaculation the first time didn't stop me from trying the second time. Maybe this spirit is a kind of sadness for my mother. Once again, I treated her like a "beast".

The second time experience was perfect. Just as Lei Man said, every time you do the same thing, it should be more perfect than the last time. I possessed my mother perfectly again. I'm such a bold and fucking shameless person that I stayed calm even when I had my first nocturnal emission. I didn't care enough to even change my underwear. I let the heat from my virginity dry it and continued to wear it for a week before taking it off and throwing it in the washing machine.

When I inserted my cock into my mother's body for the second time, she had completely stopped resisting. When a prostitute receives a customer for the first time, she will be shy, she will be confused, she will hesitate and she will be sad. But when the prostitute does it for the second time, nothing matters anymore. “A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.” This applies to prostitutes and also to my mother.

I ejaculated a lot of semen when having sex with my mother, and I have never found a suitable word to describe it. It wasn't until I watched a movie called Zhou XX that I suddenly realized it. To use the fashionable language in the text, it is - the fucking ejaculation is like the endless rushing of the river, and like the flooding of the Yellow River that cannot be stopped.

Ever since this experience, my relationship with my mother has become casual. I no longer rely on pointing the finger at his old man to solve my personal problems. I can finally rely on my mother to solve the problem. I do with her the earliest actions that humans can perform anytime and anywhere. As skilled as an eighth-level fitter.

At that time, when I walked in the school, I saw those stupid and silly kids and thought they were childish, just like little brats. Of course, I myself have been upgraded to a gay man.

I don't know who said that too much joy leads to sorrow, but if I were to discover this bad luck, my first move would be to smash his balls.

It was a stormy night. To be honest, every time I start an article with this sentence, I can't help but think of the composition class I took. This sentence has become a classic opening for me. It’s a pity that our old scholar who is about to enter the coffin has never discovered the brilliance of this sentence, which has always made me regretful for the rest of my life.

That night, my dad didn't come home as usual, and I went to my mom's bed as usual. After many times of oppression and being oppressed, my mother has long been accustomed to my shamelessness. She took off her clothes naturally, and I rode on her naturally.

It's fucking cool to work on rainy days. My cock had just been in my mother's hole and had moved a few times when I came with a roar. I am very dissatisfied with my performance this time and plan to take a break and then continue working hard.

But why did this damn thief make the noise so loud? My mom and I didn’t even hear my dad opening the door. How can I describe the expression on Dad’s face when he saw us in bed?

In fact, women are most afraid of two types of men - the repressed and restrained type and the beastly type. Men who are introverted and reserved make other men dislike them, and men who are beastly make other women dislike them. When a repressed man and a beastly man quarrel, the outcome is self-evident. But what if two beastly men meet? To put it simply, the old saying goes - when two strong opponents meet, the braver one wins.

This is what happened to my dad and I. He is no match for me in bravery. In the end, my dad protested my victory by disappearing forever.

I have no more feelings for my dad. Apart from the impression he left on me when he vented his anger on my mother, that was not the other time he left me with any deep impression. However, without his financial support, our lives became difficult. This kind of life didn't ease until I became a real boss.

Until now, I still haven't married. Of course, I have no shortage of women around me. I have been maintaining an abnormal relationship with my mother like this, and I don’t know what the final outcome will be? But I'm already satisfied just having started, aren't I?

【over】

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PS: Actually, this is the first time I use this kind of angry young man’s writing style. The first time I write, no matter what kind of article it is, it’s always terrible. Anyway, it’s just one sentence - I wrote it casually, you can read it casually!

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