Incest You'll Never Forget (Family Incest Adult Fiction)

Incest You'll Never Forget

That happened when I was 15 years old, in my first year of high school. It was winter vacation, and my mother went to Shanghai on a business trip, so she took me with her. At that time, we rarely stayed in hotels, but only in guesthouses. One day we went to a relative's house to play, and after dinner late that night, we slept there.

At that time, all the houses in Shanghai were old, called Shikumen, which had attics. The houses were very small, so my mother and I were arranged to live in the attic.

There was only one bed, and we were not used to the winter without heating, so we felt very cold. So we slept together. Maybe she didn’t think of me as a man at that time. In fact, I already knew how to masturbate, and I did it every day, but my mother was there, so I didn’t dare to, and I fell asleep in a daze. Maybe because I didn’t vent, I started to have sexual dreams at night. I dreamed that I was hugging a woman, and it was my mother (I think everyone has this experience). In fact, I was half asleep and half awake, and I even pulled the woman’s hand to touch my lower body. (I didn’t have this experience at that time. I saw this plot in a semi-yellow novel, so I always fantasized that a woman would touch me. At that time, I didn’t have any concept of sex. This was the most exciting thing.)

I ejaculated immediately and woke up abruptly, finding myself hugging my mother. I was extremely embarrassed and afraid that my mother would scold me, but she didn't say anything at the time, probably because the house was small and she was afraid someone would hear us. She whispered to me to take off my pants, because she knew I was all wet and sticky, so I took them off. She also asked me if this was the first time, I was embarrassed to say that I had done this a long time ago, so I said yes. She then used my underwear to wipe my lower body, and I just felt her hands were soft and comfortable, so I got it erect again. She noticed it and wanted to take her hands away, but I didn't know where I got the courage from, maybe because she was so nice and indulged me. I held her hands and wouldn't let her take them away. I was stronger than my mother at that time.

She struggled twice and couldn't move anymore. She just muttered a few times in a low voice. Because the bed made a noise when I exerted force, she asked me not to move, which was considered as her agreement. I felt really excited at that time, and I was with my own mother again. She used my autumn pants to pad under me, and then moved her hands back and forth. She also asked me if I wanted to move like this. Although the movements were not very skillful, I was enjoying it. I became more and more excited, so I touched her with my hands. She would not let me and I could only move my hands on her lower abdomen. I remember very clearly that she was a little excited at the time, her breathing was heavier, and when I was about to ejaculate, her hands moved very quickly as if she had given it all. I ejaculated a lot, and she even helped me wipe it after I ejaculated. I didn’t have an erection this time, and I felt a little tired, so I fell asleep. But I woke up again in the early morning, thinking of what happened at night, I couldn't help but get excited again. My mother was asleep, so I touched her and was very bold to put my hand directly into her panties. She woke up and just struggled symbolically before letting me touch her. It was the first time I touched a woman's body, and the impulse seemed to be overwhelmed. She also helped me with her hands, and we caressed each other. Her hair was very dense and wet. I only vaguely knew what was going on at that time. My hands were just moving around, and her body would tremble when I touched sensitive places. This time her hands were very slow and I enjoyed it very much. I boldly pulled her pants to her knees and I hugged her from behind. At that time, I instinctively wanted to get close to her and enter her, but she was very determined not to let me. I just pushed between her legs and let my mother do whatever she wanted. It was very soft and wet there, and I ejaculated a lot again.

That day we got up very early (to change clothes) and had breakfast as usual, then went back to the guesthouse and took the train back to Beijing in the afternoon. When I went back, she told me not to talk nonsense. I knew that I was a little absent-minded for a long time after I went back, but it didn't happen again. Until the start of the school year, I still kept thinking about it, and I felt nervous, excited, and ashamed. .

Because I was always thinking about it, and I was distracted in class, I always masturbated secretly when studying at home, and my grades declined. Later one day my mother found me masturbating while reading and asked me why I always did that and if my poor grades were related to this. I said yes, and she left without saying anything. A few days later, my father went on a business trip and I was about to read after dinner. My room has a lock, and I often masturbate with the door locked. That day I didn't lock the door, so she came to my room and asked me if I still did it often. I don't remember the details, but she said something about it being normal to have impulses during adolescence, but I should be careful to control myself and not let it affect my studies. As I was talking, I mentioned what happened that night. She asked me if I liked it, and of course I said yes. She said she would help me, but that was to allow me to concentrate on my studies. Later she asked me to lie on the bed, then pulled down my pants and masturbated me, which was of course very enjoyable. It’s strange to say, but maybe her open attitude lightened my psychological burden and I studied with peace of mind after I finished.

From then on, she would help me every week. Even when my father was at home, she would come to my room while he was watching TV. But that time she didn't pull up my pants. Instead, she put her hand in and touched me, which was also very comfortable. But we never had sex until the second year of high school, when I had the opportunity to see her naked body, and sex was something that came later. (Preface——)

This is my real experience. I have always wanted to tell someone about it, but it is impossible to tell it in the real world, so I can write it online. I have read many articles that are more or less the same, all made up. In fact, incest is often just a momentary coincidence and impulse, and there will be no sequelae after it happens, let alone any love. And one detail is that when we make love, we don't shout or scream about mother and son, at most we moan, and we kiss less, but we are very relaxed and have orgasms every time.

Ever since my mother started masturbating for me, we have gradually gotten used to it. The most obvious thing is that she feels uneasy when I am not around, and I will naturally find opportunities to be with her when necessary.

I think I should introduce my mother. She was about 37 or 38 at that time. She was a music teacher in a middle school. Now I think my mother should be beautiful (I was still young at that time and didn’t know how to appreciate women). She had very good skin, very white (a typical southerner).

From the first year to the second year of high school, I was growing up, my body became stronger and stronger, and my needs were very strong. I think my mother sometimes likes to touch my genitals, because she is very serious every time and not perfunctory. And after we became familiar with each other, she began to control my rhythm. Sometimes when no one is at home, she will help me for a long time. When I was in my second year of high school, I also started to pay attention to female classmates and began to compare them with my mother. But at that time, when I fantasized about having sex, I would choose my mother without hesitation. At that time, I felt that my mother's plump figure aroused my desire. Now I think it should be sexy. I also began to understand women.

At that time, my mother didn't allow me to touch her. At first, I was okay with it and let her do it at ease. Later, as my fantasies about women increased, I began to like touching her. Most of the time, I kept my clothes on and she didn't object. Later, when she was excited, I could put my hand into her pants. I was most interested in that part at that time. Her belly was very shiny and soft. I wanted to take a look, but she wouldn't let me.

Later in the summer, I started to wear skirts, which made it more convenient for me. I also knew that her most sensitive part was that part. Sometimes when she touched me, I would make my mother very comfortable. Once, she even became limp, but she still wouldn't let me see until the exam was almost up. Once when we were together, I was also very impulsive when she touched me. I got up and hugged her and wanted to take off her skirt. Her face turned red, and finally she agreed to talk to me after the exam and during the holiday. Then she coaxed me to lie down and stroked me carefully. I had a great time that day. It seemed that she used both hands at once, because I had no psychological burden, and she hoped to get more rewards if I did well in the exam. I really worked hard, and the exam results were not bad.

Finally, one day during the summer vacation, of course there was no one at home, she agreed to let me see her naked body. It was at night, I was reading in the room, and she walked in wearing a short nightgown. I became impulsive when I saw her exposed thighs, so I asked her to help me. I also reached my hand in to touch her and I felt that she was very wet. I was also very excited. As there was no one around, I became very unrestrained. I got up and pushed my mother down on the bed. She struggled and asked me what I was doing. I said I wanted to see her body, and she actually agreed. Then we took off our clothes. It wasn't like the ones on TV where they take off their clothes while being intimate. Instead, she asked me to turn my back to her and she took off her clothes while I also took off all my clothes.

One day she was very indulgent and did not refuse me to hug her and caress her whole body. I still remember that smooth, soft and elastic body. Her figure was still very good, a little fat, but not bloated, and she was very sensitive. Her lower body was covered in dense, black hair, so my hands naturally stayed there the most. She reacted very strongly, even bending her body, but still didn't allow me to enter. However, we had a compromise, which was that she lay on the bed, and I lay on top of her, and she clamped me between her legs. Now, in comparison, her labia were much fuller than those of a young girl, and the enjoyment it brought me was incomparable. Although we didn't have sex, we were very close.

I once wanted her to give me a blowjob, but she disagreed at the time. As for sex, that would be later.

I will stop here for today. I am very tired. Sometimes memories can be very distressing. I can't help but get excited while writing. I don't know how effective it is, but I will try to be as real as possible, without any pornographic descriptions. All that insertion is nonsense. There is a tacit understanding between mother and son, and it is especially easy to be impulsive and have more pleasure. But my mother was not very accepting of the unconventional oral sex at the beginning. That was after we really had sex. I will write about it again when there is a chance, and I am happy to see everyone's comments. If you think it is good, it is mainly because it is real. This is indeed a real thing, so I don't have any arrangement in it. I just write whatever comes to my mind. Now analyzing it, my mother is a very open-minded woman, and she loves beauty very much. This is rare in their age group. She was on the basketball team in college and was said to have been selected for the pilot test, but she gave up because of her poor background. When I was in middle school, my mother would go to dance the group dance that was very popular at that time every morning. When we had free time, we would often play badminton. This is probably why her body attracted me. There were few cosmetics at that time, but my mother already had a lot and used them every day. Women who love beauty may have a strong desire. In fact, after getting familiar with my mother's naked body, I like her best when she wears a skirt, especially when she is exercising. I would always get excited when I see her, and I couldn't help but harass and kiss her. It has almost become a habit.

In my opinion, incest is not a big deal. It happens accidentally. Desire is the majority and it happens when both parties are willing. Sometimes it lasts for a long time and is very natural. This is the case with my mother and I. We are very normal at home, as if nothing has happened, and we don't have any psychological burden. It's crazy when we're intimate, maybe the thrill of incest lies in the naked sexual contact.

We had been doing our unique way of sex for a long time, about a year, and she also felt great when I rubbed between her legs. Sometimes she would masturbate, stroking herself while stroking my lower body, but she wouldn't let me watch. She would always do it sideways towards me, and I would just enjoy it. Later, I was admitted to university, which was a 24-hour journey away from home. After I received the admission letter, my whole family was very happy, including her. She was very indulgent and would help me whenever she had the chance. She would wipe my naked body in the bathroom and let me harass her on the bus (like a little hooligan).

After I went to school, I suddenly had no way to vent my sexual desire. I felt really depressed at that time, but I didn't dare to mention it in the letter. I could only endure it. Later, I made a girlfriend. I was naturally very experienced. After three dates, I caressed her and she was gasping for breath. She was a local girl. Later, we secretly went to her house and we tried to have sex, but it was not very pleasant because her vagina was too tight, and I had to wear a condom, and it was not lubricated enough. I had to learn from the porn movies and give her oral sex before I could enter. We did it a few times, but there were not many opportunities, and the key was that there was no place.

Later, my mother took the opportunity to come to my school to see me. It was almost the end of the year, and that girl happened to come to see me. My mother was very sensitive to our relationship. In the evening, I tacitly sent her back to the hotel. We sat there and chatted, and talked about that girl. My mother asked me if we had sex. I admitted it. She was also very curious and asked us how we did it, whether we used contraception, etc. As we talked, I became excited. I told her that I had given oral sex to a girl, and I also wanted to kiss her there. Her face turned red at the time, and of course she refused, but I had already hugged her, and I fell on the bed. I was very bold at that time. We were in a hotel, and there was no need to worry about anyone coming, so I was very presumptuous and directly unbuttoned her pants. When I kissed her lower abdomen, my mother gave up resistance. I think she wanted to enjoy it too.

That was the first time I appreciated my mother's private parts up close. I was very impulsive and it aroused a desire to conquer her. I hoped she could reach orgasm. When my tongue tip slid across her vagina, her body arched upward and she whispered "Oh my God, oh my God". She immediately became wet and liquid flowed out from between her legs. I had never seen my mother lose her composure like this.

That was the first time I undressed her. She cooperated very well and we were soon naked. I climbed on top and naturally wanted to enter her body. She did not refuse this time and even responded to my request. When I entered, she let out a soft cry, which I remember vividly.

Her body was beautiful. At that time, I already knew how to appreciate a woman's breasts. Although my mother's breasts were not as firm as those of girls, they were full and smooth. Her areola was dark and very sensitive to touch and kiss. The most beautiful thing about my mother was her buttocks, which were not sagging but round, sexy and relatively large. Her lower abdomen was also very good, with some bulges but unusually soft. . . . . . . .

When I entered her for the first time, I felt like I was in heaven. Her inside was not too tight (actually, it would be uncomfortable if it was too tight) but just the right amount of softness and moisture. I moved a few times, and once with a little more force, she moaned (at first she closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, without making any sound).

I felt her contraction inside and I ejaculated suddenly. That time was very short, only a few tens of seconds, probably because I was too excited.

My mother was obviously not satisfied, but she comforted me very experiencedly. We slept for a while and I got up again. This time I was very attentive and entered very smoothly. I remember that I was pressing on my mother at that time. At that time I knew the difference between a woman and a girl. My mother would hold my back very gently, unlike my girlfriend, who was fucked by you like a dead person.

And she would cooperate with my movements very naturally. She was tall (168cm) so our bodies were very harmonious when we were together. When she was excited, she would moan softly, and the amplitude of her movements would become larger, and she would move her body up and down very devotedly. It was probably in the hotel, everyone let go, we had fun for a long time and had a lot of fun. The next day after class, I went to see her, because she left on the third day, so we did it to our heart's content. We didn't need to use condoms with my mother, so it was very enjoyable. I also gave her oral sex. I don't remember the details, but she gave me oral sex that day, although I had no experience. I knew that my mother had never had other men and didn't know many things, but that day she seemed to have learned it by herself, because I did it to her first, she had an orgasm, and then she asked me to lie down and use her mouth to suck my body. She knew where I was most sensitive, but it was a little painful at the beginning because she used too much force. Later, I understood the key points and I couldn't control myself.

That was the craziest night of my life. Thinking about it now, the environment at that time played a big role, and maybe my mother vaguely hoped to surpass that girl? That's why I indulged myself, but anyway we really started.

We often did that in the next few years. This kind of sex was half for venting, because when we were together we were very open and devoted, so half of it became enjoyment. Women are particularly eager for sex, but there is absolutely no element of love in it. I know this, so the ending was very dull. But in those years, we did try a lot of crazy things. I'll talk about it when I have the chance.

After reading everyone's comments, I feel a little ashamed. It's not that I'm a talent. I even think that I'm not good at writing. I can't answer some friends' questions because some things have not happened, such as talking about my father or love. Most of the communication between my mother and I is physical, and at most we talk about whether we are comfortable with each other and so on.

I didn't ask her why she did it with me at that time. I now think it was mostly coincidence. Also, I now understand that my mother was a woman with sexual fantasies, but in their time, these were difficult to achieve. I also had a strong desire for sex between us, but I was not free to look for women at that time. My relationship with my mother fills this gap. A mature woman with sexual desire and a young and strong boy have plenty of time alone together without being suspected. . . . . . .

Of course, I don't deny that the taboo of incest itself brings me great pleasure, so I wrote this. My relationship with my mother lasted for several years and ended after graduation. During this period, we basically had relations during the holidays and tried various ways (excluding perverted ones). Our family atmosphere has always been very good. Maybe it's just enjoyment. I often think of some scenes at that time, especially some unforgettable ones, which are very clear. I try to describe some of them and share them with you.

That was my first vacation in college. My girlfriend and I had broken up. To be honest, I often thought of the pleasure of having sex with my mother. I even lost interest in masturbation that year. In addition, my girlfriend had blown me, so the desire was particularly unbearable.

I finally waited for the holiday and rushed back home, but I didn't have much chance at first because the middle school where my mother taught had not yet had its holiday, and sometimes besides my father there were some students from extracurricular tutoring classes at home. Those days were really difficult and I had no choice but to wander outside every day.

I also touched my mother secretly twice, but it was not satisfying both times, so I did it secretly.

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We didn't have any contact for a few days after that night, and naturally I became very horny. It wasn't until my mother had her holiday and my father was about to go to Germany for an inspection that I knew my chance was coming. During the days when my father was applying for a passport, I was so restless that I couldn't even sleep the night before he left. I was so excited that I imagined how crazy we would be the next day. I was so bored that I secretly ran to their bedroom door in the middle of the night to eavesdrop on whether they were having sex. I heard my mother's laughter and whispering, but I couldn't understand the details.

I finally fell asleep in a daze. Probably because I slept too late at night, I woke up very late the next day. It was already noon and Mom had started cooking. We were the only ones left at home. We had lunch as usual (don't expect Mom to take the initiative). I didn't dare to ask Mom out for sex directly. After eating, Mom went to wash the dishes. She was wearing a yellow sweater and dark jeans. I couldn't control my impulse anymore when I saw Mom's back. I went up and hugged her from behind, and put my hand directly into her pants. Mom didn't want it at the time, but her breathing became rapid after a few strokes. She paused for a while and whispered to wait for me to finish washing the dishes. I seemed to have heard an imperial decree at the time, and even helped with the work. I finished quickly, and Mom led me into the bedroom. We didn't say anything at the time but took off each other's clothes. Mom refused my kiss but responded to my hands. We were naked in no time, and I still remember one detail: Mom put all the clothes on a stool instead of throwing them all over the floor like in the movies.

Then we started to have intense intercourse. We kissed each other's sensitive areas, and then I entered her body in the traditional way. Her inside was lubricated and warm. Maybe we were too excited, so the first time didn't last long, but it was enough for Mom to reach an orgasm. She looked very satisfied. Later we slept for a while, and my sexual desire came back. I started to caress and kiss, but Mom asked me to lie down. She began to kiss my body gently, then gave me oral sex, and then took the initiative to ride on me. It was only then that I really understood what the technique was. My girlfriend once used this position at my request, but it was very stiff, and even painful, so I thought this position didn't work.

But my mother was completely different. Her movements were slow but comfortable. Her body was slightly leaning forward, so I could touch her breasts, but she controlled the rhythm. She also asked me if I liked it, which showed her being very considerate. I vaguely remember my mother seemed to ask me how it felt compared to that girl, and I seemed to say that I liked being inside my mother. She was very excited to hear that, and it lasted for a long time. My mother looked like she was enjoying it and having a lot of fun. She kept rocking me, and I enjoyed it for a long time before she exerted enough force to make me collapse.

I still feel that it was my mother who conquered my body that time. Although I have never asked her this question, I think she did that to me on purpose. It is already very late when I write here, but my thoughts are very clear. My description this time is mixed with my feelings. When I was writing, I seemed to go back to that vacation, that bedroom and that charming body.

There is no love between us, but we cooperate very well in sex. Sometimes I also want to know whether my mother likes my body, but we both find love incredible. We only like the body, or the unbridled and cooperative nature during sex. We also chatted a little in the intervals after we finished, but most of the time it was about each other's body, such as skin, sexual organs, how long we could last, and my studies:) (is it a little unbelievable?) But it is true!