Sex between mother and son (family incest adult novel)

Sex is Everywhere

More than 20 years ago, when mom and dad signed a contract, they officially became a legal couple. In other words, both men and women have gained the legally recognized right to engage in sexual intercourse. Mom and dad can have 'legally protected' sexual intercourse and have children. Then, if we infer the opposite, sexual intercourse between men and women that does not complete this process is at their own risk.

That year, my mother was about 25 years old, and a year later, I came into the world (the funny thing is that we are still curious about the specific process of our coming into the world, but that is not something we can know).

Ten months of pregnancy and one day of delivery - I lived in my mother's warm belly for ten months. The boy's genitals grew at that time and were tightly embraced by my mother's tender uterus. It was a happy and joyful time. Finally, amid my mother's screams and struggles, I left this comfortable paradise, passed through the extremely swollen vagina, and was born.

If we define contact between male and female genitals as sexual intercourse, then the son had already had sexual intercourse with his mother around the time he was born. But neither dad nor mom would think so. They only know that they have the continuation of life, but they have never thought that in the process of the emergence of this new life, the mother actually had sexual contact with "two" men instead of "one" man.

The arrival of a new life brought joy and trouble. The young father had to work harder to feed his wife and son, and my mother stayed at home with me, a young child.

I would often cry loudly because I was hungry, so my mother would take off her shirt and breastfeed me. The mother's breasts grow to their largest size at this time, becoming soft and firm. She held me gently in her arms and brought her big, white breasts to my mouth. I couldn't wait to hold my mother's enlarged nipples in my mouth and greedily suck the sweet milk. It was the ultimate delicacy for babies, so delicious.

My mother smiled at me like the Virgin Mary, looked at her hungry son in her arms, and stroked me gently. I also stretched out my delicate little hands and kept touching that beautiful ball of flesh. We always respect, praise, appreciate and desire women's breasts because they are the treasures bestowed by the Creator to women to nurture human beings. They are so great and so tempting. It may not be disrespectful for men to pay attention to women's breasts, but rather an uncontrollable impulse towards life and a quest for motherhood.

This is a wonderful time that is no less than being in the mother's womb. I can enjoy my mother's sweet and plump breasts to my heart's content. They are mine, and no one can take them away from me. Of course, Dad and Mom will do what they want to do at night. Maybe Dad also wants to get Mom's breasts. When they overlap up and down, Dad will always hold Mom's nipples and suck them hard.

You can often see my mother scolding my father: "Don't be so crazy! You drank all the milk, what about your son? '

The father smiled and said, 'It doesn't matter, I only drink what my son leaves. '

Mom blushed, hugged me and said shyly: 'We won't give it to him, right son? Mother's milk is for you and me to drink. '

Dad then burst out laughing.

This is an important detail that cannot be easily overlooked: both the father and the young son are full of possessiveness of the mother's breasts, which can be seen from the father kissing the breasts during sexual intercourse with the mother and the baby's desire for the mother's nipples. What does the father and son’s possessiveness of the mother’s breasts indicate? For my son, is this just a need for breastfeeding or is it a male need for a female? I have no way of knowing, and I don't want to delve deeper into it, otherwise those extreme "moralists" will make me a pariah.

At this time I was a baby boy and my mother put me in a small bed of my own. But I would always cry loudly at night because I was hungry or wet the bed, disturbing them. Mom had no choice but to let the three of us sleep together, and I lay between Dad and Mom. But I was still not satisfied with this, so from time to time I would urinate and defecate at the same time, and because I often snuggled in my mother's arms, my feces went directly onto my father.

'What a naughty little fellow! 'Dad complained angrily and had to wash the clothes that were covered with my excrement. In this way, I can lean on my mother's delicate arms and fall asleep contentedly in the gentle breath of motherhood. In this way, because my father expected that he would be attacked by my feces at any time, he kept his distance from my butt, and at the same time he was further away from my mother; I finally relied on the unique abilities of a baby to enjoy my mother's love alone.

During this period, my appearance not only reduced the sex life of my father and mother, but my mother's delicate body after giving birth also forced her to stay at home with me for a long time. In order to support three people, the father is very busy at work, so the hormones in the mother's body are very likely to take effect when the father is not at home.

Women's breasts are their most sexually sensitive parts. When my mother was feeding me, my little mouth sucked every part of her nipple very diligently - this was fundamentally different from my father's sucking. A man would never suck as carefully and for as long as a baby does. I think the mother at this time is not only breastfeeding, but also enjoying the sexual stimulation from her breasts brought by the child. This is a very subtle feeling that only the mother herself knows. While feeding her child, she is also happily experiencing this 'hidden and slight' sexual pleasure.

Time flies. Six years have passed in a flash. I am 6 years old and my mother is 32 years old. As written above,
My mother has always treated me like a baby in her arms and cared for me with all her heart. At this time, my father was away from home for many years because of his work, which was no different from the situation when I was a baby. What I am sure of is that my mother's sexual needs were very strong at that time, and I can give you several examples to prove this.

1. Although in the child's impression, six years old is already an "adult", but I still want my mother to help me bathe, otherwise I will never be able to clean those places that need to be cleaned.

My mother put me in a wooden basin, rubbed soap on me, and helped me scrub my genitals clean. After all, a boy's genitals are a male physiological characteristic. When the mother touches it with her hand, even though the son does not feel the slightest bit uncomfortable, does it mean that the mother also has no feelings? I still remember the scene of my mother wiping my whole body with a towel. She always looked at me with infinite tenderness.

It is well known that boys like to play with their genitals, which Freud called 'the earliest sexual desire'. When I fondled my genitals, my mother would scold me, 'Don't play with your little cock!
You will get sick! '

Why can my mother touch my genitals as if nothing happened, but is so disgusted by me playing with my "little cock"? I think this is most likely: the mother hopes to obtain sexual satisfaction from her son without him being aware of sex - this will prevent her son from learning bad things and also make her feel at ease - this kind of deeply hidden mentality is difficult to understand.

2. My mother and I often play together on the bed during the day.

I can't remember exactly what we played, but one thing I remember: my mother liked to kiss my face and mouth while playing with me. My mother hugged me and said with a kind smile: "Little rascal, come and kiss your mother. 'So I immediately pursed my lips to kiss my mother's cheek. The mother said again: 'Good baby, kiss me. 'The mother and son kissed each other happily.

At this time, I always ride on my mother's belly and shout excitedly: "Go! Horse, run faster! '

The mother smiled and said, "Little guy, you are pressing me so hard that I can't breathe!" '

My mother had no qualms about kissing me. In her eyes, I was just a naive child and kissing was a sign of affection between mother and son. But who can prove that there is no sexual expression in my mother's passionate kiss on me?
I am a child and also a man. A kiss can have many meanings and can express affection while getting sexual satisfaction.

The Birth of the Oedipus Complex

I don't remember the specific details here, I just describe a process and the state in a specific environment for you. Regarding the 'Oedipus complex', I think it probably developed during the childhood when I was alone and in close contact with my mother. Once this complex occurs, it is difficult to get rid of it because the emotions involved are too deep and complex to tell whether it is family affection, attachment, love or sexual desire.

Six years later, I was 12 years old and my male hormones gradually developed. So at this time, while I was very attached to my mother, I also had a male's admiration and sexual impulses for mature women.

My mother was 38 years old at this time, and she looked very sexy and beautiful to me: my mother was not tall, about 157 cm, a little plump, with a dignified and clear face; her eyes were big and gentle, and her lips were plump; my mother's earlobes have been my favorite part since I was a child, small, delicate and extremely tender; my mother's breasts were no longer as big as before, her slender waist gradually became fatter, and her thighs and buttocks were very fat.

You can see from this description that I have learned to observe my mother's body carefully, which is fundamentally different from when I was a child: a child only knows that his mother is kind and friendly, but a teenager has a vague understanding of "sex" based on his or her childhood.

For a while at the beginning, I could still sleep with my mother. In my sleep, I still hugged my mother's neck tightly like a child. This seemed to make my mother very proud, and she often talked about me happily to her friends:
'My baby boy is very close to me and always hugs me tightly at night. 'My mother thinks that I am still the same as when I was born, just attached to the mother's body.

I had the same feeling at that time and didn't feel any discomfort. But one time, I suddenly felt that the mother next to me was also a woman, and this thought surprised and excited me very much. I couldn't help but put my arms around my mother and gently caressed her chest. This unconscious action made me so nervous that I couldn't breathe.
Extremely happy.

I pressed my body against my mother's back and rested my head on her shoulder. It felt warm and gentle, and I soon fell asleep. In her sleep, my mother gently pushed my hand away and murmured, "This child is really immature and still wants to drink milk!" 'My behavior is a mixture of sexual inclination and childhood attachment.

Another time, I woke up half asleep in the early morning and caressed my mother beside me. It was early autumn, and my mother was wearing a vest. Her skin was very delicate, and her plump white arms were clearly visible, with a wisp of hair under her armpits showing;
My mother's face is delicate and full, and her sexy neck and chest are clearly visible. I felt very happy and hugged my mother beside me, stroking her plump and smooth arms, then hugged her neck and rested my head on her chin.

In the dream, my mother subconsciously reached out to touch me, put her arm around my waist, and let us sit close to each other face to face.
I was so excited by the sound of my mother's heavy breathing in her sleep that I almost wanted to kiss her on the lips like I did when I was a child.

I turned sideways and put one leg on my mother's well-defined femur. My brain was filled with a desire to possess the female body. My penis also quickly became erect and rubbed against my mother's lower abdomen several times.

I put my face closer to my mother and put my forehead on her mouth. At this time, my mother unconsciously hugged me tighter and pressed her plump cheeks against my face. I was so happy that I almost screamed out. I could estimate that my mother's mouth was only a few centimeters away from mine, and I really wanted to kiss her tender lips. But at this time I didn't dare to do so. I could only hug my mother's plump waist and rub her small earlobes.

I actually didn’t dare to kiss my mother like I used to. This shows that while I have gained sexual enlightenment, I have also developed mental self-discipline.

I still remember that in the one or two years before I was 12, I would pull my mother's pajamas hard in my sleep.
Tried to touch her breasts; but now he didn't dare to kiss her. I think this has something to do with my mother gradually becoming aware of my sexual maturity. She must have realized that her son already has some basic sexual feelings and is no longer the ignorant child he used to be. So my mother would consciously keep a distance from me in some aspects, making me feel her rejection of my affection, which explains my timid mentality.

There is another point that I almost overlooked. If we assume that this incident did not happen at all,
It is likely to greatly reduce my desire to possess my mother.

I still remember clearly that when I was only a few years old, I accidentally witnessed my parents playing on the bed. It seemed like a joke at the time, but it also felt quite sexually exciting. To be precise, it is because the parents neglected the existence of their child and engaged in behavior similar to sexual intercourse in front of the child, which made the son desire to get his mother's body like his father. The long period of solitude between mother and child further strengthened this idea.

We must not underestimate children's judgment. They can understand the world with their keen eyes and rich emotions, which is much higher than using words to explain the world - because many things and many scenes cannot be expressed in words. There are things in the hearts of children that they cannot clearly explain, and we adults may never discover them.

Generally speaking, the situation during this period was that my intimate behavior (it would be more appropriate to call it 'teasing') towards my mother was rejected by her. I feel a little scared, but also a little excited and eager.

Finally, I realized that I was no longer the child I used to be, and that it was wrong to want to get sexual satisfaction in the way a child expresses affection to his mother. My mother must have felt the sexual satisfaction I brought her (this could be seen from her reaction to my touch in her sleep), but my mother would not actively accept naked sexual demands from me.

※In the above text, I frequently use the word "sex" only based on my feelings and judgment. It may not be completely appropriate, but there are sufficient theories and examples for reference. Moralists often curse views like mine, accusing them of being "dirty and obscene, and profaning the pure love between mother and child." But sex does not hinder our sincere emotions. There are many ways to express emotions, and sex is one of them. Moreover, 'sex' and 'emotion' are often inseparable:

1. We can discuss the affair between Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian in "Water Margin".

Is it possible that the men and women who are infatuated with the temptation of sex have no romantic feelings at all? Pan Jinlian and Wu Dalang's marriage was not happy, so she first placed her hopes on Wu Song, and after being rejected, she accepted Ximen Qing's pursuit. certainly,
Such extramarital affairs are despised by traditional morality, but who can deny the existence of "love" in the pursuit of a man of one's choice?

2. Again, for example, the heroine in "The Bridges of Madison County" fell in love with the male reporter, and they had sex after falling in love. Can you separate "love" and "sex" here?

Taking these reasons into consideration, I summarize the above two parts as 'ubiquitous sex' and the resulting 'Oedipus complex'. The following will further describe and analyze the family divorce and the changes in the relationship between mother and child. ※

[Using 'sex' to take revenge; changes in the relationship between mother and son]

We take six years as a time point. After another six years, I was 18 years old and my mother was 44 years old. I have become an adult with the stability and richer emotions, and my mother has lost some of her youthful looks, with more traces of time on her face, but she has gained more mature charm and elegant temperament.

In my eyes, my mother is always so beautiful. No woman has ever impressed me as much as she has:
She is smart, humorous, hardworking, kind and dignified. In other words, my love for my mother has only increased, but the 'love' this time is different from before: it is undeniable that I still have some attachment to her, and a lot of sexual attraction, but more importantly, I am deeply fascinated by the extraordinary charm of a mature woman. This kind of "love" has undergone tremendous changes and is the result of people's gradual growth.

I no longer "courted" to my mother as directly as before, but expressed my feelings very subtly. At the same time, I became bolder and was no longer afraid of my mother's rejection.

At this time, something very unpleasant happened: my father had an affair (note, from this point on,
We changed the way we address our fathers from 'Dad' to 'Father'. This change in title means that the boy has become a man and no longer has the original attachment to his father, and may even be somewhat hostile).

I remember my mother once told me that the marriages of their generation were generally not very happy. Due to the Cultural Revolution, many people who grew up in rural areas were unable to return to the city for a while. The urgent need for sex led quite a number of them to hastily get married. We can safely assume that a marriage that is only for satisfying sexual needs is unlikely to have an emotional foundation - so we often see couples in their forties getting divorced or having extramarital affairs.

This example can also verify the relationship between "sex" and "emotion" mentioned earlier. If the two are forcibly separated, it will be fruitless. Similarly, I do not intend to agree with Plato's so-called "full body armor".
Love, let alone agreeing that your original sexual provocations can produce good effects. So what is "love"? I'm afraid that even if we discuss it for ten thousand years, we won't be able to find the answer, so I don't want to talk about it any more.

What I find funny is that people who engage in extramarital affairs may not necessarily get much satisfaction from the affair. Perhaps at the beginning there is the sexual stimulation of tasting the forbidden fruit and the excitement of gaining "new love", but as you continue, you will find that: in fact, there is not much difference between the other person and your spouse.

So we can see such a cycle: marriage - extramarital affair - divorce - remarriage - extramarital affair again - divorce again... In the end, everyone gets fed up and decides not to do such a laborious and unprofitable thing anymore.
Is it funny? Marriage is not something that can be done casually. Once you have a wife (or husband), you should fulfill your duties and not easily do things like having an affair. On the other hand, people who like to have affairs and seek pleasure should not get married.
Lest everyone be unhappy.

I have seen the woman who was rumored to have had an affair with my father. She was a fat, slutty nouveau riche, disgusting. Helpless, maybe that’s just my father’s taste; it’s also very likely that my father felt he could not compare with my elegant and proud mother, so he automatically gave up on her - so I repeatedly reminded him: marriage is not something that can be taken lightly.

My mother quarreled with my father for a long time about this. Her anger was so great and her destructive power was so strong that even I, a bystander who "did not participate in the fight", was deeply shocked. I saw with my own eyes that my mother was in so much pain that she dropped her head to the ground, and I immediately went forward to comfort her. My mother leaned on my shoulder sadly and kept crying, wetting my sleeves. I comforted my sad mother, and in my heart I cursed my father's misdeeds and that damn bitch.

I love my mother very much, so I will never allow anyone to hurt her. Although according to Freud, the father is the son's rival in the battle for the mother, I still do not allow him to be unfaithful to my mother in the slightest (originally, the son should feel very happy at this time because he can have the opportunity to monopolize his mother).
This kind of emotion, which even I cannot understand, is normal for a mother and son with a deep relationship, but it is also very similar to the complicated feelings in a love triangle.

While I was comforting my mother who was crying in my arms, I felt both sad and happy, but in my heart I was extremely angry and planning a way to take revenge on my father. I took advantage of an opportunity when my parents were not at home.
Raped that slutty bitch (refer to my humble work "The Mature Woman Who Came to Your Door").

No one knew about my revenge this time. In the end, that bitch didn't dare to hook up with my father anymore and just left the house obediently. This was the first time I used sex to take revenge on my father. Later, my mother seemed to know about this matter and mentioned it to me casually, but she was frightened by my furious reaction and dared not ask more questions.

Once, I expressed my love to my mother while comforting her. I kissed her passionately and held her tightly in my arms. My mother understood what I meant, pushed me away and said, "Don't mess around! Are you going to bully me too? '

I looked at my mother's beautiful face with sparkling tears on it and almost cried: 'Mom, I love you! Why would you rather be bullied by him than accept me? '

My mother slapped me in anger, looked at my red face and felt so sad that she immediately stroked me and sighed:
'What do you want me to do? '

I hugged my mother again and expressed my apology with affectionate kisses and caresses. My mother did not continue to object. She obediently let me comfort her and leaned on me and sobbed. She snuggled in my arms very gently, and from her helpless and loving eyes I could tell that she was waiting for me to get her.

This time my mother accepted me, but I couldn't bear to get her just like that. I also sighed, said a few words of comfort, and stopped forcing her. I understand that my mother doesn't really accept me, and she is using sex to take revenge on my father. I have no interest in this kind of sex.

It's strange that when our lovers betray us, our first reaction is always to retaliate with sex - just as when we see our lovers having sex with others, we suddenly feel hopeless.

'Sex' is selfish, 'love' is selfish.

When private property is not respected, people will compensate themselves and retaliate against others in the same way.

[Mother fell in love with her son]

Under pressure from my mother and me, my father was forced to give in and cut off contact with that woman. My mother and father also stopped fighting, and everything returned to normal. But in my opinion, the rift between my mother and my father is irreparable and they can never return to their previous intimacy. I was very worried about their seemingly harmonious but spiritual discord. I felt that there was a depressing atmosphere in the house, but unfortunately there was nothing I could do.

Time flies, and four years have passed in a blink of an eye. I am 22 years old and my mother is 48 years old. My obsession with my mom grew day by day and never wavered. During this time, my mother seemed to have suddenly regained her youthful charm.
Become radiant. She is still rather plump, but has retained the youthful spirit.
I am amazed at the changes in my mother and proud that she still maintains a youthful mentality.

The distance between the father and the mother was widening, and he also felt that he was unwelcome, so he focused all his attention on work and socializing.

If I'm not at home, my mother will be very lonely and there will be no one to communicate with her. As I became more independent, it seemed that there was less and less for mother and son to talk about. This was something I really didn't want to see, so I was determined to understand my mother as much as possible and care about this lonely, charming and beautiful woman. I have referred to my mother as 'a woman' here because she and I are more like a pair of adult friends rather than a simple and childish mother and son.

I would often take the initiative to chat with my mother, letting go of my thoughts and knowledge, and talking about anything that was unrestrained. My mother was delighted with my maturity and fascinated by my increasingly outstanding demeanor, because I could see everything from the tender eyes when she looked at me.

In my spare time, I would do housework with her while happily chatting with her. The harmony of the scene was indescribable, and the mood was enough to make those pretentious men and women today who always talk about "momentum" but are actually empty and far behind. What is fun? It is a kind of noble and elegant artistic conception, a tacit and harmonious combination, which cannot be learned without spiritual communication and rich connotations. At best, it is just a formal imitation with gold and jade on the outside but rotten on the inside.

I happily enjoy all this beauty, as if I have returned to my innocent and happy childhood. My mother is also very smart.
She not only listened, but also gave me guidance. This made me fall in love with her even more - among all the girls and women I have been with, no one could understand me or give me such advice as my mother did. Her charm is unparalleled! Why shouldn't I love a woman like this?

Gradually, my mother developed a kind of spiritual support for me. I often noticed that she would lower her head slightly.
She looked at me with trance eyes, as if I was everything in her life.

There was a sweet smile on my mother's face, not easily noticeable, as if it was the shyness and affection of a girl in her first love facing her lover. I would deliberately stop at this time, smile and say: 'Mom, what are you laughing at? '

The mother then realized that she was completely intoxicated, so she blushed and said quickly: "Nothing! Please continue. 'I looked at her with a cunning look, smiled knowingly and tenderly, and continued to tell her my point of view.
Do my chores. My mother would stop again involuntarily and give me her affectionate glances again, and her bright eyes seemed to be fixed on me.

This is a woman's reliance on and admiration for a man. I can express the situation clearly in this way. Because of my care, consideration and increasingly mature thinking, my mother finally got a new enjoyment. How intoxicating this was compared to all those foolish courtships of the past!

My meticulous care in life and continuous spiritual growth made my mother feel that she had gained the protection and care of a man, which is the most important pillar for a woman. In the deepest part of a woman's mind, she always has a dependence on men and a desire to be protected and valued. When she feels that the man around her treats her in this way, she will give you her sincere gratitude and even all her love.

My concern for my mother does not make me hope to get her. I just want to experience this fleeting good life - but to be honest, if my mother truly gave everything for me, I would be very excited to accept her love now.

Once, I was standing on the balcony in a daze, and I don’t know when my mother came to me. My mother hugged my waist from behind, rested her head on my shoulder, and asked with a gentle smile: "Silly boy, what are you daydreaming about?" '

I felt extremely gentle and my breathing became unconsciously rapid. I took my mother's hands and put them to my lips.
He kissed her passionately, then turned around, put his arms around his mother's tender shoulders and pulled her to his side. My body was very hot, after all, such intimate contact was rare.

I kissed my mother's cheek and earlobe. She dodged slightly and scolded me with a sweet smile: "You are still so naughty!" '

Looking at my mother's shy expression, a strong desire rushed to my head, and I couldn't control myself. I really wanted to become one with my mother right now! Because I love her so much!

I hugged my mother's hands and pulled her closer. I accidentally slid under her armpits and felt her plump and soft breasts. My mother didn't move and continued to talk to me gently. I let her go, held her hands and looked at her again. My mother’s smile is the most beautiful flower in the world. I am so fascinated by it that I don’t want to destroy this pure mood and try hard to suppress the rising flames.

My mother asked me softly, "What are you looking at?" fool? Don’t you recognize your mother? '

I said seriously: 'Mom, you are so beautiful! If you do beauty and health care regularly, no one can tell that you are almost 50. '

The mother said happily, "You naughty boy, you have such a sweet mouth!" When did you learn to be attentive to your mother? 'I told the truth, and my mother laughed happily when she heard it.

Even though I didn't take the initiative, it's certain that my mother likes me. I often stare at my mother's beautiful body in a trance, admiring her repeatedly. She attracts me like a goddess; and she always looks at me lovingly, touching my heart with her constant glances. I never thought that one day I would actually win my mother's love. This was something I could never have imagined in my dreams before.

Mutual care, understanding and tacit understanding have established a good foundation for us. What we need at this time is 'sex'
This exciting stimulant is the driving force behind it, and then everything falls into place.

The look in my eyes as I looked at my mother became more and more passionate. She seemed to sense it and looked a little uncomfortable, but also very satisfied. The mother may feel proud of her ability to attract her young son, but she may also feel that she is deeply fascinated by her elegant and handsome son. It is a two-way combination. Driven by the gradually aroused 'sex', the two interdependent hearts become nervous and excited, afraid and eager, full of fantasies and expectations about what is going to happen.

I noticed that my mother's clothes were becoming more and more beautiful. She was wearing them for me to see, and she was also enjoying the passive feeling of being stared at by my fiery eyes. There was a bit of 'visual rape' in this. Mom probably liked the feeling of being 'forced' by her beloved son, and was waiting for me with satisfaction to get her.

On a cool and mild autumn day, after noon, my mother changed her clothes: she wore a milky white embroidered short-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of hip-hugging short-legged casual pants. She washed her ear-length short hair, which made her look particularly delicate and refreshed.

Mom went to the balcony, and I gently came behind her, gently hugged her waist and kissed her neck. My mother didn't refuse at all. Instead, she slowly leaned her head and body against my chest. I noticed that my mother closed her eyes and smiled as she let me caress her. My heart was beating wildly and my hands gradually moved to my mother's chest to caress it.

My mother was a little moved. She reached out, turned my head and kissed my cheek. I looked at my mother's slightly red lips and smelled the orchid fragrance, and my heart became more and more moved. My mother was like a bright crabapple blossom that had just woken up from a deep sleep. She was captivating and lovable. I couldn't help but bend down and kiss her lips. Mom offered her cherry lips with infinite tenderness and closed her eyes. When I kissed my mother's tender, red, and hot lips, it was like holding two pieces of ripe, sweet fruits in my mouth. I couldn't stop tasting them and didn't want to spit them out for a long time...

After a long time, our lips reluctantly parted. Mom was already intoxicated in the wonderland just now.
She pressed closely against me, humming softly, her face flushed and her eyes slightly closed. When a woman doesn't love you, she won't show any response to your courtship; but if a woman devotes herself to you wholeheartedly, she will take the initiative to offer you her red lips for you to taste.

I kissed my mother's sweet lips again, and this time we were so excited that we stayed together for a full ten minutes, unable to separate; we both explored every touching part of each other's bodies in our passionate love.

My mother panted, rested her head on my chest, and said in a short breath: "Good boy, Mommy can't breathe! '

I kissed her forehead and said, 'Mom, you were so excited just now! I'm suffocating because of you. '
My mother buried her face in my arms shyly... Words are superfluous now, just as the lovers in love say, 'Silence is better than words at this moment'.

Finally, after a long period of lingering, my mother and I, who was already intoxicated, took off our clothes and became completely one! It seems like I have been waiting for this moment for five hundred years! Under my mother’s guidance, I re-entered the place of my birth that I had long missed - it was my childhood Eden, a warm and safe fortress, full of endless fun.

I was so excited to revisit the old place that I couldn't stop jumping for joy. My mother was infected by my joy and also shouted excitedly to welcome me, a wanderer who had returned to her hometown.

I play happily in the soft and delicate paradise of my mother, spreading my love bit by bit in the soil that gave birth to me. Under my constant impact, my mother shouted in pain and happiness as she did when she gave birth to me: 'Good boy, mother will give you everything! Hurry up! '

My love for my mother turned into incomparable passion, and I launched my sprint even more fiercely. I want to protect this woman whom I love so much forever by possessing her. I want to get her! Just like she had totally got me!

With a simultaneous shout from mother and son, we collapsed, leaning on each other and breathing heavily. We continued to gallop in the climax of sex, venting out all the emotions that had been pent up for a long time. We couldn't tell whether it was happiness or pain. We just wanted to get into each other's bodies and possess our own treasures once and for all...

When the love juice was exhausted, my mother and I were no longer strong. We hugged each other and stared at each other with tenderness revealed by exhaustion. Mom was both happy and sad, and she actually cried - after all, pain and joy are brothers born of the same mother! I hugged the woman I loved most in my life tightly and let her hot tears flow on my body. From now on, she is my woman, and no one can take her away from me.